April 2004

  • Playing With Shape

    I know that concrete poetry is out of fashion, but I think that sometimes a poem demands to be shaped in this way. Now and then I find some I really like. Here are two, the first by Jon Corelis and the second by Anny Ballardini (posted here with their permission): Continue reading

  • love, i ask you

    if I go out mining carry my pick and my hoe if I go out in the dark morning to dig you up to dig you out of my- self the pick to cut away stone and the hoe to turn my heavy dirt will I find you hard and silent just another sharp stone… Continue reading

  • Already Broken

    Via    Whiskey River: “You see this goblet?” asks Achaan Chaa, the Thai meditation master. “For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it.… Continue reading

  • Letter to a Friend in China

    You travel far to lose yourself in strangeness. You watch a man gutting a turtle into the street. Hills fade in the distance. I stay in my house by the river. Aspens are losing their yellow hair. Today I found a wounded bird perched in the brittle garden. You are learning the Chinese way. One… Continue reading

  • B O O K

    Via HYPULP: Built-in Orderly Organized Knowledge     [Google] BOOK is a revolutionary breakthrough in technology: no wires, no electric circuits, no batteries, nothing to be connected or switched on. It’s so easy to use, even a child can operate it.     Compact and portable, it can be used anywhere — even sitting in… Continue reading