Friday, March 20, 2009
Evening View from Grass Hill
In love with mountains, I go out my gate,
Then lay aside the staff, rest on a pine root.
Autumn rivers border the broad fields,
Twilight haze parts me from the distant village.
As dew rises, the edges of the grove whiten;
Stars come out and tree tops grow blacker.
I can tell I’ve been sitting here a long time;
The dark moss already bears my print.
- Gensei (1623-1668)
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
I try not to think of the vapidity that I spew.
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Friday, March 13, 2009
things apear out from nothingness. thias is distracting. i was trying to walk.
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