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You may disagree with what is against your sensibilities & beliefs, but sometimes the reasons for a culture's differences are tied up with a history, still in memory through those who lived it & continue to remember it. & so the habit persists. i have a dog, & though the farming of dog meat (not [...]
i had a little less work to do one of the days this week, so rather than kip in a sunny chair i took Boreum out for a plod through my usual haunts & took the camera out. i find my eye drifts toward light & shape rather than the documentation of a going-on. i [...]
i hope Tim Miller at wordandsilence doesn’t mind that i quote his long poem To the House of the Sun in a sonnet about a dead Jindo?
Dead Jindo Soliloquy
Maggots dripping from its black
mouth like molten Bramley oozing from a split in pastry.
A white hire car likely hit it: 99% more traffic
accidents in 2016— this poor Jindo won’t make
statistic. Maggots waste not want not. i turn to my
dog & say, this body too will look like that
it is not exempt from that fate
i quote from scripture: Miller, HOS, Book 24:1.
She’s ill at ease, her eyes & tail tell all.
The corpse has many lessons, wants so little,
gives flesh & sinew to the dust or hungry animals,
its stiff tongue never argues, only lolls
in mockery of fretting that the living deal
—the breathlessly anxious are the joke of the…
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i hope Tim Miller at wordandsilence doesn't mind that i quote his long poem To the House of the Sun in a sonnet about a dead Jindo? Dead Jindo Soliloquy Maggots dripping from its black mouth like molten Bramley oozing from a split in pastry. A white hire car likely hit it: 99% more traffic [...]
talking about his novel Shark, Will Self explained that he set out to write Jaws without the shark. i am not entirely sure what he was getting at, but when i read the book i sort of understood his purpose: to have his narrative, a character's past circumstances developed & swivel around something articulated, but [...]
this poem made an appearance at The Poetry Shed sometime last year, June i think. some may not have got to read it so here it is again. thanks to Abegail Morley for publishing this. edgeland where the throat of the grass is driest never having sampled Jeju’s mineral cool spring water that cuts through [...]
the heron appeared on Robert Okaji's O at the Edges first time around, but i feel it was perhaps buried under so much waffling prose of mine in ebullient response to Robert's questions, which was immensely therapeutic & enjoyable, but now i think i'd like to give the poem some space to breathe, accompanied by [...]
흑자 I am imperfect- I admire that in something especially myself : such a dominant weakness in so many other living things I have used to my advantage: to coddle humans into feeding me scraps which I’ll get by on. the tip grew into this burl like the grip of a gear stick. I developed [...]
yes, the iind post of the day, a bit much, maybe even showing off; however, WordPress were magnanimous enough to upgrade my storage to 6GB for no other reason than they are smashing folk, so i figured i'd share some photos, as reparation & thanks, of my trip to England. i wasn't fortunate enough to [...]
on the perimeters poor street bitch, famished & lonely, tiptoe your perfect parabola, study me for sudden movements, then scuttle anxious bursts in mimicry of all the other homeless dogs, risking the treacherous oscillations of traffic to protect the precious cargo you ferry to life : you must have 5 pups or thereabouts due. [...]
“ There, I am desperately free and naive; but knowing this oh dear happiness, dear misery; there is no distinctive sign except that one tearing one’s heart, and a smile destined to nobody(...)" E.Stachura
all about travelling in korea
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Vincent Hanley
