Archive for April, 2011

Mutts — The Official Site for Mutts Comics — Earl, Mooch and pals — Patrick McDonnell

Mutts — The Official Site for Mutts Comics — Earl, Mooch and pals — Patrick McDonnell.

The Sacred and the Dead / Common Dreams

The Sacred and the Dead | Common Dreams.

World People\’s Conference Draft on Legalization of Rights of Mother Earth

Elinor Ostrom Wins Nobel for Common(s) Sense / YES! magazine

Elinor Ostrom Nobel Laureate in Economics

in tranquility / Taro Kunugi

in tranquility
cherry petals are falling
abyssal fish

Taro Kunugi
Japan, April 28, 2011

Quince blossoms in the rain (Photograph by Susan Rand Brown 2011)

blossoms in the cold / a Japanese haiku by Kai Kamakura with English prose and translation by Mariko Shimizu

An eight-year-old boy, who had lost his parents and home in the great quake and tsunami, returned with his aunt and uncle to the place where his house had been. There he saw the things so much changed; he found his broken toys in the mud and his little bicycle, which was so deformed. The boy caressed them.

花冷えや 震災孤児の 宝物

blossoms in the cold —

the only survivor of the family

his treasure at home

Kai Kamakura
with Mariko Shimizu
Japan, April 2011

Haiku about Spring (21) / AKITAHAIKU

akitahaiku: Haiku about Spring 21.

Jay-Z / Heart of The City (Ain’t No Love)

The Heart of the City by Aaron Asphar on The Blood is One

The White Stripes / Instinct Blues

“What the Water Knows” by Sam Hamill / the Port Townsend Poetry Project

~ as posted on alpialdelapalabra

What the Water Knows

What the mouth sings, the soul must learn to forgive.
A rat’s as moral as a monk in the eyes of the real world.
Still, the heart is a river
pouring from itself, a river that cannot be crossed.

It opens on a bay
and turns back upon itself as the tide comes in,
it carries the cry of the loon and the salts
of the unutterably human.

A distant eagle enters the mouth of a river
salmon no longer run and his wide wings glide
upstream until he disappears
into the nothing from which he came.

Only the thought remains. Lacking the eagle’s cunning
or the wisdom of the sparrow, where shall I turn,
drowning in sorrow? Who will know what the trees know,
the spidery patience of young maple or what the willows confess?

Let me be water. The heart pours out in waves.
Listen to what the water says.
Wind, be a friend.
There’s nothing I couldn’t forgive.

Sam Hamill
(from Almost Paradise: New & Selected Poems & Translations)