Some kind readers have emailed to ask, “Why no posts?” Truth is I’ve been swamped with paying work, which is paying writing, which means I haven’t had a single solitary thought of my own to share for several days. In lieu of my usual brilliants, let me suggest that you visit Issa’s Tidy Hut today. Don Wentworth there has posted some wonderfully evanescent work by John Martone and some heart-rending, profound poems by the late Albert Huffstickler. I’ve known Martone’s work for years but discovered Huffstickler through Don’s efforts and will be ever grateful for it. He’s one of those poets who, once they’ve entered your consciousness, you wonder how you survived so long without knowing about them.
As for me, when my mind has been somewhat reclaimed from the blandishments of commerce (soon, I hope), I’ll be back, though not in Terminator style….
Joe, loved the short poems, a forgotten art it seems at times. I wrote one long ago:<br /><br />Short poems<br />are best poems.<br />They challenge little<br />but cut quick.
I'm with Don, Lyle. A great story! I have kind of "swept" look myself…
Joe, in the spirit of Lyle's wonderful story, un-Wabi-Sabi is Wabi-Sabi to me!<br /><br />Sincere thanks for the kind words…<br /><br />Don
There's a Zen story I ran across somewhere, a student or novice is working hard sweeping the yard of the monastery, is as careful as possible to get every piece of stray refuse out of the way, get everything just perfect. After a while the old teacher comes out to see how things are going.<br /><br />"Well, here it is," says the student, "I've swept the yard. Please let me
Crap! How very un-Wabi-Sabi of me!
Joe, thanks for the kind words … and evidently cleaning up the <b>Un</b>tidy Hut! <br /><br />Very glad you liked the poems – Huff and Martone, a tough combination to beat.<br /><br />Don