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Cold Mountain #2
by Han Shan (translation Gary Snyder) In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place - Bird paths, but no trails for me. What's beyond the yard? White clouds clinging to vague rocks. Now I've lived here - how many years - Again and again, spring and winter pass. Go tell families with silverware and cars "What's the use of all that noise and money?" #16 Cold Mountain is a house Without beams or walls. The six doors left and right are open The hall is sky blue. The rooms all vacant and vague The east wall beats on the west wall At the center nothing. Borrowers don't bother me In the cold I build a little fire When I'm hungry I boil up some greens. I've got no use for the kulak With his big barn and pasture - He just sets up a prison for himself. Once in he can't get out. Think it over - You know it might happen to you.
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“and your bird can sing…”
you want first person? can you handle first person? i have been cleaning the boat and i is very surly.
however i also sunned my sunflower seed sprouts, and brought some in a bag. as my legs were adjusting to shore there was a [...]
Sat, November 7, 2009 - 5:33 PM
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we started at seven and it was our seventh gathering.
paul and sailbuck and zak and jaya — oh here comes jeff - without any written material but he brought the most important thing - dirty laundry bb! ok maybe thats kind of redundant for a meeting at a laundramat. so yeah i’m still waking up [...]
Sat, November 7, 2009 - 5:06 PM
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Dirty Loads 10/21/2009
it was potent. we helped a woman do her laundry.
we said hello to policeman. squabbled about poetry games.
we used the network to retrieve poems from livejournal
and we read the high proof works
then left -
i wish we had stayed and read for the woman who was coming back and who talked about Poe with [...]
Thu, October 22, 2009 - 10:44 AM
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Trees
Joyce Kilmer
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose [...]
Sat, October 17, 2009 - 8:34 AM
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originally published at Floating Arts Club
Bird Moon Cloud
more pix at www.flickr.com/photos/9309379@N02/
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Photograph by Jacques Henri Lartigue
Backseat -- Juliana Hatfield
Erik Satie Composer & Dreamer
Listening to: "Early Piano Works"
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