Only Out of Sight
Living out of sight is really being out of mind. Such is life, but for those who’ve never ranged far from home, this is what it feels like. Drop us a line form time to time.
The Hand of Man
I like the way the Japanese let nature grow over infrastructure to a great degree. Easy to imagine it reclaiming things if we were gone. Happening now in
, actually. Fukushima
The old Festival d’ete in Ville de Quebec is where my love affair with African music started. Merci
Ode to Naked Young People
We had such bad bodyself- images when we were young! How could anyone but an utter prude be shocked at a young person in shape showing a little flesh?
Nature always finds a way in
, One of the charms of the place. Japan
My Maniac Friends
Mark and mark and Mike, dunno why you put up with me, but thanks.
Walking home from Glen’s lovely ricefield home inspired these. Hungover and sick as a dog, only the beauty kept me feet going one after the other.
Bin Laden Haikus
First is what I would ask him, second is the closest I ever came to him.
A Log House
A German prof at work had me over for coffee. Funny old time.
Conversation with Jonathan
Little game I played on Facebook with Jonathan. Glad to see him in
My love for the old town is there, alright, eclipsing all those other old ones.
Haikus for Mothers
Mothers are walking miracles.
Cosmology of Modern Man
Just boiling down what BS people spout to its prime ingredients.
On Watching Edison’s Silent Kinetoscope Movies
My satellite TV has these great early films. If you come over, watching these is the litmus test to see if we have similar appreciation for old things. Amazing images.
Ode to Mutinies
Taught a course on African-American history. A wonder they didn’t mutiny. Then again, mutiny or revolution is all where you’re standing.
In The City
More nature poking through in urban
. Love it. Japan
I feel the need for face to face interaction, but FB is a decent substitute. So is this blog, I guess.
Another faulty Rapture. Another group of idiot believers. Guess the world needs to be reminded of human nature from time to time.
Two Way Street
Inspired by Draskoy and my street. You should see me park.
I thought all my spring poems were out, but a good clean air day can bring one on.
Ode to Super Villany
Bad guys in tights have nothing on CEOs in suits.
I fear there are more of these reflections on aging coming. Oh well….
Procrastination Haiku 1
Sometimes life is just too beautiful to spend working.
What a great shock it is to feel. Must start doing these at work a bit more.
I don’t feel that erotic attraction so much any more, but that railing of a young mind in an older body is there. As is my love of Greek poets.