Disappearing Lines

"Since sensationalism, power, and wealth dominate our cultural imaginations, we may not be willing to journey to the ephemeral, as the Japanese poets of old have, to see beauty in the disappearing lines or to see poetry in a drying puddle of water." - Mako Fujimura, Refractions.

For Harold: A Tetrameter Tribute

Here's a recording of FOR HAROLD, a tetrameter piece of poetry I did for my dear friend Harold Lipford when I found about his passing. The text is below.  Words can't do it, but this will be my contribution.  For those of you who don't know, Harold presided over my marriage to Anjie almost 34 …

Tetrameter Fragments

So I've been experimenting with various ideas about what to do with the tetrameter that I've been writing each morning for over two years.    For the moment, I've decided to pull fragments out and create panels experimenting with text and texture.  I've got lots to learn visually, but it feels like there's potential here. …

Count the Beautiful Things, Part 2

I wrote a second day's worth.   It's not poetry, really, but here it is.   We could do this sort of thing everyday, and never run out of counting.   Just thankful. Especially for this beautiful bunch.   Not together this year for Thanksgiving, but they'll always be with me, whichever holiday table finds …

Poetry Tuesday: “Love. What Is This Word?”

Got your coffee?  A cup of tea?   Here we go. So the conversation begins (see yesterday's post) with a sampling of my tetrameter (eight syllables per line, roughly) musings, a discipline I've continued each morning for over a year now.   I've decided to ignore whether or not these writings can properly be called …

Poetry Tuesday: We Need, We Men and Women, Wanting Much

WE NEED, WE MEN AND WOMEN, WANTING MUCH We need, we men and women, wanting much; A breakfast bun, a hand nearby, a breath, And quicker answers to the mad questions Buzzing our quiet times, distracting us. From nothing we came, but what does that tell us? What nothing is nothing, what kind of nothing …