Sluggish

I watch NASA scientists on Devon Island pretend to be on Mars. I wish I were going with them, but I doubt that’s on the list of possibilities for this lifetime. I am a slug. I have not read today. I have spent the morning doing physical therapy and picking up Eddie the Cat from Continue reading Sluggish

Basho on Poetry

Poetry is a fireplace in summer or a fan in winter. One need not be a haikai poet, but if someone doesn’t live inside ordinary life and understand ordinary feelings, he’s not likely to be a poet. [These come from Learn from the Pine, by Basho, included in Robert Hass’s Essential Haiku. I think I’ll Continue reading Basho on Poetry