the words
stuck in my throat
tumble out
here in the dark
as a gull calls
in the distance
missing the sea
Author: zdunno03
Anthony P’s take on life
you do
what you can
and what
you can’t do
you try
anyway
remembering lessons learned from my two fathers on this Father’s Day, 2016
keep an open mind
no matter what you hear
a loving heart
no matter how you are treated
never forget the blood in your veins
where you come from is who you are
take the high road
over pettiness and jealousy
don’t avert your eyes
from injustice to anyone
always be kind
to all, yes, all
follow your own path
no matter how lonely
seek knowledge
wherever it lies
always have passion
for what who
you love
on writing by John Updike
“When I write, I aim in my mind not toward New York but toward a vague spot a little east of Kansas. I think of books on library shelves, without their jackets, years old, and a countryish teen-aged boy finding them, and having them speak to him. The reviews, the stacks in Brentano’s, are just hurdles to get over, to place the books on that shelf.”
In a Dream by Lu Yu
The shadows of the t’ung tree, glistening and clear,
having just passed,
Bells under the eaves tinkle in the wind,
breaking off my daytime sleep.
In a dream I found myself in a painted hall with no one around,
And only a pair of swallows softly threading zither strings.
translated by Irving Y. Lo
Maltepe morning
early morning
sun creeps up
and lights
the world
as coffee
opens eyes
to watch
Iftar:Thursday, June 16, Maltepe
the area lit
food on tables
music speeches
partake partake
break fast
as a community
shake the dust
from the boots
the eyes
the heart
home again
on again/off again OR an explanation of sorts
This morning is the beginning of my last leg(s) of my visit here in the US.
First to New Jersey for a fast-breaking (I’m sure I’m forgiven because it’s family) barbecue with my brothers.
Then Sunday. a reunion with some of my old staff from my ESL days.
Monday, it’s visiting old friends (including my family dentist of two generations), returning the rental car (trains & subways from this day forward), the Turkish Consulate to get my passport stamped for my work visa, a visit with an old friend from the days I lived on the West Side of NYC in the early 1970s, last minute errands, maybe a last dinner in Manhattan with a special friend.
Tuesday the Consulate once again to pick up my passport/pay the fee and then seeing the last love of my life and getting my mail.
Wednesday, JFK and home.
Sooooo, I shall be a sporadic blogger until settled once again in Istanbul on Thursday.
Be well all of you and to Jeff & Emily, my real life friends now, thanks for my visit which was a special treat. All you other friends & family know that already.
Spring Farewell by Wang Wei
Me in the mountains and now you’ve left
Sunset, I close the peelpole door.
Next spring when grass is green,
Will you return once more?
translated by Gary Snyder
like gregory peck: for Asil and for Fernando now, too
there’s nothing to prove
to anyone
except oneself
there’s that code
of ethics
you follow
at all costs
and if the world
doesn’t understand you
it also
doesn’t change you
and the woman
who will love you
will love you
because you are
who you are
comfortable
in your own skin
Leonard Durso 