Wednesday, May 31, 2006
New Posts Shortly
MaPo is completed, and, even though I'll be participating in JuPo, that is a reduced challenge, only one poem every three days. It's going to take me a few days to take care of a couple of other non-poetry matters, but I should get the first new post up over the coming weekend. To whet your appetite, here's a poem from June's first poet:
"Even People Who Can't Love Others"
This is the best of all.
Though it is not as good as a clear September sky,
it may be better than all the flowers in the world.
The moment briefly lingers in the air and melts away,
but that moment is nearer to eternity than pyramids.
This is the best of all.
If it can't compare with cold water a parched throat might gulp down voraciously,
it's as good as fresh boiled rice, eaten with seaweed, egg and salted salmon.
It's a horrible thing, being so pure it makes us forget about starving children
and draws us closer to angels than people.
This is the best of all,
the best we sinful beings could ever have possessed.
Shouldn't we at least be contented that this,
which gives delight to the guard and the prisoner, the enemy and friend alike,
is not a shrine, a castle, gold, much less lying words?
This is the best of all --
this short, simplest melody.
I hold my breath. I softly exhale.
Even people who can't love others weep over Mozart.
If that is an illusion, then the whole world is but a dream.
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Self-Promotional Note: I've also just had 3 pieces from NaPo/MaPo published at The Adroitly Placed Word. (The audio is by John Vick, the editor.)
"Even People Who Can't Love Others"
This is the best of all.
Though it is not as good as a clear September sky,
it may be better than all the flowers in the world.
The moment briefly lingers in the air and melts away,
but that moment is nearer to eternity than pyramids.
This is the best of all.
If it can't compare with cold water a parched throat might gulp down voraciously,
it's as good as fresh boiled rice, eaten with seaweed, egg and salted salmon.
It's a horrible thing, being so pure it makes us forget about starving children
and draws us closer to angels than people.
This is the best of all,
the best we sinful beings could ever have possessed.
Shouldn't we at least be contented that this,
which gives delight to the guard and the prisoner, the enemy and friend alike,
is not a shrine, a castle, gold, much less lying words?
This is the best of all --
this short, simplest melody.
I hold my breath. I softly exhale.
Even people who can't love others weep over Mozart.
If that is an illusion, then the whole world is but a dream.
***
Self-Promotional Note: I've also just had 3 pieces from NaPo/MaPo published at The Adroitly Placed Word. (The audio is by John Vick, the editor.)
# posted by Hedgie @ 10:54 PM 
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I like all three pieces, H, but the first is my favorite. So compact.
Did you try doing your own recording?
Did you try doing your own recording?
I'm a total computer illiterate and have no clue as to how to do audio recordings. Guess I'm going to have to learn. Glad you liked the pieces, and thanks.
I can show you, if you like. It's easy peasy.
Someone brought it up on pffa, but I don't remember what came of it.
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Someone brought it up on pffa, but I don't remember what came of it.
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