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"You breathe it in the summer air,
You see it in the green wild woods,
It nestles in the first spring buds.

it is poetry, poetry everywhere—
It nestles in the violets fair,
It peeps out in the first spring grass—
Things without poetry are very scarce."

-Anonymous

August 15, 2018

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July 18, 2018

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Overcome with pity for this world,
My tears obscure my sight;
I wonder, can it be the moon
Whose melancholy light
Has saddened me to-night?

Saigyo Hoshi, Japanese Monk, and Poet, A.D. 1115-1188

July 14, 2018

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"I think I am probably in love with silence,
that other world.
And that I write, in some way
to negotiate seriously with it.

...because there is, of course
always the desire, the hope,
that they are not two separate worlds,
sound and silence, but that they become each other,
that only our hearing fails.

Jodie Graham (1950- ) American Poet, from Some Notes on Silence





June 19, 2018

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June 12, 2018

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May 7, 2018

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red ink
bleeding
through white paper
what's more indelible
than impermanence

- Marie Bortolotto Tanka 2018

"My activities have never had anything
to do with the idea of becoming famous
or achieving success. I have always been
concerned with getting people to listen to
me. In everything I do ... my aim is to
make people listen. I want to communicate
the things that I love and in which I believe,
because I think that people can derive a
general benefit from them. What I really
want is success in a philosophical sense:
I want people to grasp something of the
ideas and hopes which I express in painting.”


- Antoni Tapies 1923 - 2012, Spanish Painter











































April 24, 2018

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our life in this world -
to what shall I compare it?
it is like a boat
rowing out at break day
leaving not a trace behind

- Somi Mansei C. 720, Japanese Buddhist priest and poet

April 19, 2018

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April 12, 2018

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when you opened
my letter
were you surprised
my heart
fell out?




the recluse
opens
the door
only for
the cat.


-Michael Windsor McClintock, American Poet 1950 -


how invisibly
it changes colour
in this world,
the flower
of the human heart

-Ono no Komachi, Japanese poet 825 - 900 AD






April 9, 2018

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Past, present, future: unattainable,
Yet clear as the moteless sky.
Late at night the stool’s cold as iron,
But the moonlit window smells of plum.

- Hakuin,  Japanese Zen Master 1686 - 1768



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April 3, 2018

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Shall I go
Shall I stay
another day

Haiku by Marie Bortolotto

March 28, 2018

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An image means nothing. It is just a door, leading to the next door.
It will never happen that we will find the truth we are looking for
just in an image; it will happen behind the last door that the spectator
discovers the truth, because of his own efforts.

- Antoni Tapies 1923-2012, Spanish Painter and Sculptor



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March 26, 2018