Tag: Poetry
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Day 10 of Translating the Hyakunin Isshu: Wandering, Blind, Waka Mastermind, it’s Semimaru 蝉丸
Explore the captivating poetry of Semimaru in our Japanese Poetry Translation Challenge. Dive into the profound themes of longing, separation, and human emotions as we unravel the beauty of his verses. Join us on this cultural journey and discover the timeless power of Japanese literature. #Semimaru #JapanesePoetry #TranslationChallenge #CulturalExploration
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Day 6 of Translating the Hyakunin Isshu – Middle Counselor Yakamochi (中納言家持)
This project of translating the Hyakunin Isshu is a labor of love, and I am incredibly grateful for your support and enthusiasm along the way. Your engagement and encouragement fuels my passion to bring these timeless poems to life and share them with a wider audience.
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Violin: A Love Poem to the City of Oranges
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Bohemian nights in Valencia where the gypsies shred violins into the coming dark “Rhythmic swells reverberate trough my lungs. The back streets of Valencia. Back street Europe. Romani enclaves and gypsy parts of town. We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff sangria, smartly bashful in red-faced delerium. For it is Spring…
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Flash Poem to Self: “Be confident, not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar:” On Writing, Cultivation, and Balancing Art/Mind.
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in Art, Author, Authors, Blogging, Culture, Flash Poem, Flash Poetry, In Another Country: Novel, literary fiction, literary nonfiction, literature, networking, nonfiction, novels, Poem, poet, Poetry, publishing, Review, rough draft, spiritual, spontaneous combustion, success, The Outsider, the writers life, writingI will be confident — not sad sap, sipping quietly in corner bar. I will be, act, speak with intention. I will be finished, will shop my novel.
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The Transformative Power of Grieving: Finding Healing Through Storytelling and Presence in the Bardo’s
I lost my papa recently. And while I never sometimes my father, it was Papa who failed in presence, support, and generosity.
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Space Punk Seeks Harmony: A Poem, and Screenplay
I send out little requests into the morning air, Whispers that sail on the cosmic breeze, Hoping they’ll reach the ? up there.