for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

My comments in here:



(still an utterly subjective view by an uneducated fella. No educational value whatsoever … but some questions and taking advantage of a blogger’s prerogative again presenting only my views/taste. Nothing in this is by any nano-degree meant to imply anything about “what others should do” but it isn’t “balanced” neither …)

In the opposite end of the feely, sobby, sulking or intimately private emotional stuff is the “dead”/inert shasei haiku that Shiki believers (or so they say they are) advocate; a form of haiku that essentially comes across as an inventory, a recount of what the writer has seen or constructed to fit the form. A poetry void of any kind of “person”, ego, observer’s reaction or even something actually happening. Ideally this type should reveal “the extraordinary in the ordinary” and it does so in some isolated cases but mostly it in my eyes comes across as a…

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February 22, 2013 Posted by | Uncategorized | 4 Comments