Self-Existing Moon day 15; Year of the Red Magnetic Moon; kin 47: Blue Galactic Hand
This is how I see it. Poetry today belongs to the state, bought and paid for by educational institutions, in service to its religion of secular materialism, and generally ignored by the greater population, probably for the reasons of all the above. It, like most things religious, has succumbed to the great temptations of power. Its coin is publication and its holy dollar, professorships. But somewhere in its great apostasy, the seed of something sacred waits.
FIREFLY
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Someone asked me about firefly hokku, so here is one by Shiki (yes, I know
Shiki would have called it a haiku, but it is a summer hokku in form and
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4 days ago
1 comment:
In which countries? Poetry in many places in the world is definitely not the domain of the state.
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