Losing March

Originally posted on Sabrina Hicks:
At 17, I discovered leaves on trees, carved veins of light fanning into a kaleidoscope of green, sawed edges sharpened into points, bird feathers descending into arched clouds. Looking out the window, lens perched upon my nose, told to examine the drip of eucalyptus weighted in sky, held in a…

Rind, Be Gone – Shin Dong-yup

Originally posted on Ahn Translation:
Rind, Be Gone Shin Dong-yup (1930-1969) Rind, be gone. Leaving only the kernel of April, Rind, be gone. Rind, be gone. Leaving the shouts from Gongju in Donghak revolution, Rind, be gone. Hence, again, Rind, be gone. Here, in the wedding hall of neutrality, Glowing with shyness, Asadal and Asanyeo Shall…

weed puller’s soliloquy

Weed Puller’s Soliloquy Time for weeding. For bulbs to stretch their limbs. For seeds to unzip skins & crack smiles. After days spent plucking weeds i’m beginning to realize their intelligence & cunning. i see how Roethke came to respect them : so barefaced, in plain sight of the po-faced Camellias — one weed dresses…

pace soliloquy

Again. Trying to get all the revised sonnets up before i start putting new ones up. pace soliloquy The palm tree creaks a slow motion smile— i woke up different. Much changed. Much. Much. World’s my pace. Think right. Glue on my tongue. Not grinding molars like a fist of coins. No care if the…

wind soliloquy

wind soliloquy A lot of it about. What does it? Pulls a tree’s ears. Slaps a child, else we’d never know it’s about. i lost an argument to it in December. Did much huffing // puffing— what cares the wind? Doesn’t do right angles nor algebra. Blew Euclid into squiggles. War on toupees. War on…

words soliloquy

i’ve been busy lately, not only writing poetry, but doing it. The Soliloquy Poems have grappled on to me like pollen to a butterflies legs, dragging me into consideration of what i want them to do. i know myself: i get carried away when the dam busts or the flower sneezes & the ideas drain…

a sign of things to come

one of my early Jeju poems, using rhyme, which i have revised a few times now. i think it appeared here over a year ago. the man in question i saw sitting out under a nettle tree, in all weather over an entire summer. in Korea, beneath huge trees, you’ll usually find the local villagers…

the soju drinker

Tim Miller at wordandsilence first published this poem a few months ago. i recommend reading what Tim has to say on matters; he has a rare ability for impartiality & seeing beyond the received dogma of media opinion & nonsense toward a unique & imperative perspective. the soju drinker appears here in a revised form….

Filling in the blanks— a poem about Kim Yeong Gap (김영갑) the coda

hope something of the spirit of the man you absorbed from these lines that tried to bring him back from the dead   his dream count the tallest trees with only Latin & Korean names, the oreums feminine contours involuntarily on fingers & toes then follow the pheasant track stars through Halla’s forests into dreams…

avidya mined from the libraryofbabel.info

for more information on the idiosyncratic genesis of these mined, peculiar sonnets & how you too can write a sonnet just like or similar, read my original post here & it’ll tell you what you need to know; & if you still have questions the comments box is below as always.   Avidya: ignorance, but…

interpretation of vii Chinese symbols on a grave

Charles Olson used to do something similar with Catullus’s poems: from the sound of the word he would take its sonic familiar in English & compose a poem, which would often be gibberish. i do not know his reason for this, or i forget, i suppose it was an exercise in rhythm & scansion; a…

edgelands

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…