spent a good time today trading emails with the louderARTISTS and friends. the posse has come back from the dodge poetry festival with quite a mix of stories. the exchanges were a mix of poetic discourse, cantankerous jackassery and plain ole love.
the consensus seems to be that mark doty is the troof (yeah, thats how you spell it) and that people who go over time are NOT
and the poet Ko Un is the hotness, with or without an interpreter
love ya like if i hiked through the woods in fifty degree weather to hear ya poems
I thought it was a visitor.
I thought it was the master.
Over the years
I dreamed of the smoke
Coming from the chimneys
I still do not know who the poem is.
© Ko Un