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I'm Afraid of Commitment - What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. (Issa)
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What a strange thing! To be alive beneath cherry blossoms. (Issa). I'm Afraid of Commitment. I'm Afraid of Commitment. Has signed up to blog for a month;. Is writing one haiku a day for a year (and has a name that says so). . . Well, I've thought about committing to a long-term project. But I know that some days, all I could come up with is something like this:. I farted, fell down. And died, traded my head for. A bowling ball . . . yeah. The tiny horse the. Tiny horse the tiny horse. Yes the tiny horse.
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Belle Lettres: July 2009
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Sunday, July 19, 2009. Yesterday morning I went to the local farmers' market in Canton where I live. Many cities have them these days. They provide fresh produce for less than the corporate chains- even if they are unionized- are able to do. Because I wasn't there at the opening hour, the couple I buy from was already sold out of organic vegetables. They had lots of herbs left, but I have those. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I teach at Kent State University and in the Northeast Ohio MFA consortium in creat...
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Summer colds are the worst kind. When it's hot outside, colds seem… - What a strange thing! to be alive beneath cherry blossoms. (Issa)
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What a strange thing! To be alive beneath cherry blossoms. (Issa). Summer colds are the worst kind. When it's hot outside, colds seem. The black cat: "I am. I stomp on your students'. I'm not sure what made me think of this, but I truly believe it:. Between the bright wings. Of a butterfly: a very. Big bright wings and stayed outdoors,. Wouldn't we love them too? 10/3/08 04:51 pm (UTC). It is amazing to me how profound you are, even when you are sick. Glad you are feeling better, Babe.
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Belle Lettres: Reinvention
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Monday, June 15, 2009. Are boundaries fixed or are they moveable? A man crosses a border, moves to a new land, takes up the language. Even his name sounds different in the new tongue. Is he the same man when John becomes Juan, Sean, Ian, or Ivan? Once the world had been mapped, space was the new frontier (. Meaning border). But we can see our own house from space on Google maps. Inside I can reinvent my outside. Interior fashion. Interior make-over. Detailing, glossing, re-naming. View my complete profile.
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Belle Lettres: Hope
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Thursday, June 11, 2009. A Farewell to Arms:. The Italian Priest (first voice) talking with the American who is an officer in the Italian army:. There are people who would make war. In this country there are many like that. There are other people who would not make war.". But the first ones make them do it.". And I help them.". You are a foreigner. You are a patriot.". And the ones who would not make war? Can they stop it? I do not know.". He looked out the window again. I watched his face. But achieving...
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Belle Lettres: To Begin With
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Saturday, May 9, 2009. While this feels like a Dear Diary entry, I begin to blog today. Writing is just that, wherever it occurs. Whatever it says. So: poem, story, novel, article, text, page, word, syntax, punctuation, grammar, thesaurus, notebook, paper scrap, the back of my hand in ink, each is a song it its own way. So I begin with that/this/these. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Raymond Carver Review. The International Raymond Carver Society. A Year in Haiku.
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Belle Lettres: Travel
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Thursday, June 4, 2009. What is it about travel? The desire for the new? The thrilling alienation that comes from disrupting our routine? I enjoy the rolling panorama of driving, the rush of airplanes on takeoff and looking down at the earth, the ferry leaving the dock and the water dividing at the bow. The sound of voices, the scent in the air (salt water, pine), the surprise of what's new. Carl Sandburg asks, "Where to? Good question. What's the good answer? Get out the atlas and the map. Restaurants&#...
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Belle Lettres: Belle Lettres
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Saturday, May 16, 2009. Beautiful letters are more than fonts or calligraphy, though sans serif, old English, castellar, harrington, bradley hand, Bauhaus, Gill sans, goudy stout (draw me a pint), palatino linotype, trajan pro, or the like are all visually lovely. Pieces on literary or intellectual topics. What else would intellectuals do? But specialization has reigned this impulse in (a riding metaphor on a horserace day). Sadly? Still, what is gained from range can be seen in production: hybridity, pa...
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Belle Lettres: Hotel Utopia
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Saturday, May 9, 2009. I was delighted when I found out that Joseph Cornell, the artist who makes box art, lived on Utopia Freeway. Well of course he did. Shouldn't we all? We are all stars at the Hotel Utopia. June 12, 2009 at 3:33 AM. I will be there! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. The Raymond Carver Review. The International Raymond Carver Society. A Year in Haiku.
