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On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
The present implies presencethusunauthorized by the presentthese letters are left authorless --have lost all originsince the inscribing handlost life.The harshness ...
The cursive crawl, the squared-off charactersthese by themselves delight, even withouta meaning, in a foreign language, inChinese, for instance, or ...
To the solemn sea the old women comeWith their shawls knotted around their necksWith their fragile feet cracking.They sit down ...
It is a winter's taleThat the snow blind twilight ferries over the lakesAnd floating fields from the farm in the ...
On the nineteenth day of the tenth month of the second year of Ta-li (15 November 767), in the residence ...
You, General Cao Ba, descendant of Cao Cao,now live as a peasant, a cold-door commoner.Your ancestor's heroic age ...
I wonder if you keep the letters still, spidery and blotted now, like old days just withered away. I remember ...
Calligraphy of geese against the sky-- the moon seals it. (Yosa Buson)
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
we walk through a calligraphy of hats slicing off foreheads ace-deuce cocked, they slant, razor sharp, clean through imagination, our ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
