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First Known When Lost: Rocks And Stones

In Chinese poetry, one often hears of recluses living in the mountains amidst the rocks and stones and trees and mists and white clouds. They might be Buddhist monks or Taoist adepts or woodcutters. Chinese poets would go in search of them in order to obtain wisdom, but would usually come back without having found them.  They would then write a poem about their journey.

However, a few of the recluses were themselves poets.  They are more circumspect than Coleridge and Wordsworth when it comes to the place of rocks and stones in the larger scheme of things.  They are not fond of abstractions and explanations.  They point things out.

In Reply to Questions

I happened to come to the foot of a pine tree,
lay down and slept soundly on pillows of stone.
There are no calendars here in the mountain;
the cold passes but I don’t know what year it is.

The Recluse T’ai-Shang (T’ang Dynasty; dates of birth and death unknown) (translated by Burton Watson), in Burton Watson, The Columbia Book of Chinese Poetry: From Early Times to the Thirteenth Century (Columbia University Press 1984), page 294.

Source: First Known When Lost: Rocks And Stones

Why We Need Kate Millett’s ‘Sexual Politics’ | New Republic

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Today’s most heated literary arguments uphold the legacy of a 70s radical.

Source: Why We Need Kate Millett’s ‘Sexual Politics’ | New Republic

One Poem by Chia-Lun Chang

Against Nostalgia


water between somewhere cider
when volatile sky before sum rain
drops before faces astray raise
your head from a dictionary
raise your hat from one and another
degree put Iowa consciousness down
is age a mother it’s not funny yeah I
am so humid when we lie under
the tree ends up being a meeting five
minutes vague putrid roots there
is no construct nature she ain’t
transplanted seeding


please sometimes I break you
I have been spending my entire
life preparing for leaving grey
peace off making like with myself
wipe out lotus unaided stages


too many tiring people one
step away from disappearing
as soon as they open windows
drip pauses typewriting
mail mechanism out melt
sweat shirt I don’t see
shores pepper blind do you
hear my French war is a peach
of wall war raises waves re-
volution young adults hide
behind hinoki tables you don’t
come to an end I am com-
pliable to answer I think all
I want is being flawless
teary eyes, sparkling tumors so
I go, I lie, I tree and I were


Chia-Lun Chang

Source: One Poem by Chia-Lun Chang

Peter, Paul and Mary – Moments Of Soft Persuasion (Late Again – 1968)

NOW, by Scarecrow



Let the dead bury themselves.

Or scatter their ashes to the four ends

if that is what they prefer.


With only a few precious hours of sunlight



the rest of us

need to learn how to dance

with these butterflies.





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Chant: “Stop and frisk don’t stop the crime. Stop and frisk is the crime. Stop and frisk has got to go. We say no to the new Jim Crow.”

It appears that Zuccotti Park is on the move and relocating.

Charles Bernstein at the Foley Sq. March