My Tao: at the root, there’s no me. . .
yet I don’t despise worldly men.
And now I’ve been in the city. . .
so I know I really mean that.
translated by J.P. Seaton
Author: zdunno03
William Shakespeare: “What a terrible era in which idiots govern the blind.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow; but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.”
poem 2 by Wang Fan-chih
Having power need not warp your heart and mind,
but if you cheat folks, you put yourself in danger.
Just look at the fire on the wood:
once it’s burned up the fuel, the fire’s gone, too.
translated by J.P. Seaton
poem 1 by Wang Fan-chih
Nobody lives to be a hundred.
But they try to write rhymes that’ll last a thousand.
Forge an iron gate to fence out the demons:
demons watch, clapping, and laughing.
translated by J.P. Seaton
“I am not interested in seeing new things, I am interested in seeing things new.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“I am not interested in seeing new things, I am interested in seeing things new.”
Ernst Haas, photographer
Off for the rest of the week to Istanbul and traveling without a computer, just my phone, which I refuse to use for anythng other than phonecalls & some text messaging. So I will not be back until next week. Thus, I leave this poem as my last post until then. Enjoy your days if the weather wherever you are is as lovely as here, and if not, hope you make the best of it. The poem: Gazing at the Moon from South Tower by Chiao Jan
Moon tonight, and everyone’s moon-gazing,
but I’m alone, and in love with this tower.
Threads of cloud are shattered in the stream:
trailing willow is the picture of late fall.
As it brightens, you can see a thousand peaks.
Far off, the veins of ridges flow.
Mountain passes. . .
will I ever climb again?
I stand alone,
and let the border sadness rise.
translated by J.P. Seaton
“Sometimes you have to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Sometimes you have to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.”
— Christopher Barzak, writer
for my Mother on Mother’s Day: aiming toward heaven
there
as always
aiming toward heaven
where you now
reside
Spring Day III by Yuan Mei
A hermit’s gate is made of the stuff of brooms,
but sweep as it may, the clouds won’t stay away.
So up through the clouds, for sun I came,
with wine, to this high tower.
At evening, the sun declined
to come on down the mountain with me.
“Tomorrow,” I ask,
“you coming, or not?”
translated by J.P. Seaton
Leonard Durso 