Wild Lines and Poetic Travels: A Keijiro Suga Reader Edited by Doug Slaymaker This volume of essays and translations analyzes the prodigious and wide…Book Announcement: Wild Lines and Poetic Travels: A Keijro Suga Reader
Rhythmic swells reverberate through your lungs. The black streets of Valencia.
Romani enclaves, gypsy-parts of town.
We’ll sit here in the Plaça de la Virgen with our stiff drinks. Sangria. Smartly bashful we’re red-faced, delirious.
For it is Spring, the blossoms sing
Nodding in the wind.
Blanco bells of nerium ring.
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Rambling Without Destination, or Paradise Lost
I bit into an anchovy. Brine dissolved across my tongue. Salt and sea marrying into the myriad effervescence of it all. The wine settling deep within my belly, then rising, awakening the uninhibited within. I raised my head back and sucked at the sharp edged mother of pearl, plunged my knife into the spine of another, and shot down a lick of Tabasco. The waiter smiled, proffering a damp towel.
“Kalismera”, she said, nodding east. The sunrise cast hazy projectiles of gold leaf into the
A beautiful morning it was, I smiled agreement.
But I hadn’t come here for the sunrise. Certainly not for the oysters or the Seabreeze.
It was a sort of literary pilgrimage. Or so I insisted. Let’s rephrase that: it was an attempt to escape my life, disguised as a literary pilgrimage…
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Splinters of the moon
Autumn waters take delight
Ducks on bridge, now fly
Happy Autumn. Happy Fall. Happy Hop–tu–Naa! Happy Harvest. Happy Samhain. There is something stirring in the airs of Autumn. Gets me every year. To celebrate the skies of an ever shifting twilight, when the spirits soar through the liminal film between this world and that of the beyond. When the night parade of daemons and tricksters travel and trove.
My annual foray into the Book of Thoth and dance with divination begins with a casting of cleromancy, the coins scatter in scaffolds of yin (陰 yīn) and yang (陽 yáng) of what’s to come. See, my family comes from a line of card dealing Romani. Shuffling the tarot into our genes for centuries all across Eastern Europe as they roamed about. Eventually landing in Augsburg, Germany then making their way to the United States. Despite our losses we never abandoned the cards. So every Autumn, when the world takes but the slightest interest in this history of pagans and the uncanny… ah, well I drink it up with absolute delight.
A healthy reminder of the impermanence and suchness of things.
A reminder that everything is…