poems and pickaxes
Saturday, January 31, 2015
I have stolen a man
but never a thing of value
I roll up the bamboo blind
-- Suzuki Masajo
a great big cat
flooped out asleep
on a round paper fan
-- Issa
Monday, January 26, 2015
"now the trip is over..."
by Mayuzumi Madoka
now the trip is over --
my summer holidays
start their B-side
Monday, January 12, 2015
In Praise Of Feeling Bad About Yourself
by Wislawa Szymborska
The buzzard never says it is to blame.
The panther wouldn't know what scruples mean.
When the piranha strikes, it feels no shame.
If snakes had hands, they'd claim their hands were clean.
A jackal doesn't understand remorse.
Lions and lice don't waver in their course.
Why should they, when they know they're right?
Though hearts of killer whales may weigh a ton,
in every other way they're light.
On this third planet of the sun
among the signs of bestiality
a clear conscience is Number One.
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