Afterlife
A fishing line is breaking
through my view, a thread
of other consciousness
dissecting its desire
through my impassiveness.
It’s strung as tight as life,
a tautological
conclusion unsupported
by nothing at its end.
~Son Rivers 2006
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 ...
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