Rain and no walk today
As April continues and my poetry vacation goes on, I now realize it’s not about some feeble protest to NPM, but instead a time of reevaluation. I need to step back and assess my relationship with poetry. Or as religious fundamentalists would have it, my personal relationship with the word. Not as some link in a continuum. Or some voice within a community. Or even some student of its craft. Be it past, present, or future. And not persona, just me.
to be continued
A PASSING MOMENT
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This is my rather loose translation of a hokku by Ōemaru, who lived into
the first five years of the 19th century. For a moment,Autumn seen on the
hillsAt ...
3 days ago
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