emulate the master

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain.

* * *
I want to sleep
Swat the flies
Softly, please

Masaoka Shiki

Maddening distance
a gap, a break, a hole grips
hollows in your eyes

* * *

sweet propensities

and impetuous withdrawals,

You! Beast of the moon

Soon This Space Will Be Too Small

Soon this space will be too small
And I'll go outside
To the huge hillside
Where the wild winds blow
And the cold stars shine

I'll put my foot
On the living road
And be carried from here
To the heart of the world

I'll be strong as a ship
And wise as a whale
And I'll say the three words
That will save us all
And I'll say the three words
That will save us all

Soon this space will be too small
And I'll laugh so hard
That the walls cave in

Then I'll die three times
And be born again
In a little box
With a golden key
And a flying fish
Will set me free

Soon this space will be too small
All my veins and bones
Will be burned to dust
You can throw me into
A black iron pot
And my dust will tell
What my flesh would not

Soon this space will be too small
And I'll go outside
And I'll go outside
And I'll go outside

Lhasa de Sela / The Living Road

my silence

Barbara Kruger, Untitled, 1981

origins of song

"... the origins of speech lie in song, and the origins of song in the need to fill out with sound the overlarge and rather empty human soul."
J.M. Coetzee, Disgrace