Poetry:
Ox Forgotten Reaching home on the back of the ox, Rest now, the ox forgotten. Taking a nap under the noon sun, Whip and rope abandoned behind the hut. K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo) [image source]...
Posted on May 2, 2008 12:25 PM • 0 Comments
Riding the Ox Home Riding the ox home, taking it easy, The flute’s notes vanish in the evening haze. Tapping time to a folk song, happy as can be - It’s all too much for words. K’uo-an (trans. Stanley...
Posted on April 25, 2008 1:18 AM • 0 Comments
Taming the Ox Don’t lose the whip, hold onto the rope Or he’ll buck away into the dirt. Herded well, in perfect harmony He’ll follow along without any constraint. K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo) [image source]...
Posted on April 18, 2008 12:05 AM • 0 Comments
Catching the Ox Last desperate effort, got him! Hard to control, powerful and wild, The ox sprints up a hill and at the top. Disappears into the misty clouds. K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo) [image source]...
Posted on April 11, 2008 3:05 PM • 2 Comments
Seeing the Ox Oriole in the branch chirps and chirps, Sun warm, breeze through the willows. There is the ox, cornered, alone. That head, those horns! Who could paint them? K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo) [image source]...
Posted on April 4, 2008 2:54 AM • 0 Comments
Finding the Tracks Along the river, under trees - jumbled tracks! Thick fragrant woods, is this the way? Though the ox wanders far in the hills, His nose touches the sky. He cannot hide. K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo) [image...
Posted on March 28, 2008 3:34 PM • 0 Comments
Looking for the Ox Searching through tall endless grass,Rivers, mountain ranges, the path trails off.Weary, exhausted, no place left to hunt:Maples rustle, evening, the cicada’s song. K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo) [image source]...
Posted on March 21, 2008 12:04 AM • 0 Comments
The Story of Isaac The door it opened slowly,My father he came in,was nine years old.And he stood so tall above me,His blue eyes they were shiningAnd his voice was very cold.He said, Ive had a visionAnd you know...
Posted on February 1, 2008 12:46 AM • 1 Comments
> Kindred Musing, between the sunset and the dark, As Twilight in unhesitating hands Bore from the faint horizon’s underlands, Silvern and chill, the moon’s phantasmal ark, I heard the sea, and far away could mark Where that unalterable waste...
Posted on January 25, 2008 11:01 AM • 1 Comments
Epitaph An old willow with hollow branches slowly swayed his few high bright tendrils and sang: Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood’s edge. William Carlos Williams...
Posted on January 18, 2008 10:25 AM • 0 Comments
Continuing from Monday’s mustelid ... River-MatesI’ll be an otter, and I’ll let you swim A mate beside me; we will venture down A deep, dark river, when the sky above Is shut of the sun; spoilers are we, Thick-coated; no...
Posted on January 11, 2008 1:00 AM • 1 Comments
Overtones I heard a bird at break of daySing from the autumn treesA song so mystical and calm, So full of certainties, No man, I think, could listen long Except upon his knees. Yet this was but a simple...
Posted on January 4, 2008 7:35 AM • 1 Comments
I Am The People, The Mob I am the people-the mob-the crowd-the mass. Do you know that all the great work of the world is done through me? I am the workingman, the inventor, the maker of the world’s food...
Posted on December 14, 2007 3:13 PM • 0 Comments
Hawk Roosting I sit in the top of the wood, my eyes closed.Inaction, no falsifying dreamBetween my hooked head and hooked feet:Or in sleep rehearse perfect kills and eat. The convenience of the high trees!The air’s buoyancy and the...
Posted on December 7, 2007 1:45 PM • 1 Comments
10,000 Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things,this is the best season of your life. Wu Men [Picture: "Autumn Moon," Ansel Adams,...
Posted on November 23, 2007 6:15 PM • 1 Comments
on the fire suicides of the buddhists "They only burn themselves to reach Paradise." Mme. Nhu original courage is good, motivation be damned, and if you say they are trained to feel no pain, are they guaranteed this? is...
Posted on October 26, 2007 7:43 AM • 0 Comments
