When the fisherman’s drunk, his straw cloak dances,
searching through drunkenness to find the way home.
Light skiff, the short oars akimbo:
and when he wakes up he never knows where.
translated by J.P. Seaton
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
An online activist from Bosnia and Herzegovina, based in Sarajevo, standing on the right side of the history - for free Palestine.
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Dennis Mantin is a Toronto-based writer, artist, and filmmaker.
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Off the wall, under the freeway, over the rainbow, nothin' but net.
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Artist by choice, photographer by default, poet by accident.
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Leonard Durso 
I don’t know if fishermen have that to themselves.
I think those ancient fishermen who spent so much time alone in their small boats had cause to drink themselves senseless when finally on shore. Then, owing to dumb luck, they let the boat take them wherever it would.