“A BLOCKHEAD” by Amy Lowell [w/ Audio]

Before me lies a mass of shapeless days,
 Unseparated atoms, and I must
 Sort them apart and live them. Sifted dust
Covers the formless heap. Reprieves, delays,
There are none, ever. As a monk who prays
 The sliding beads asunder, so I thrust
 Each tasteless particle aside, and just
Begin again the task which never stays.
 And I have known a glory of great suns.
When days flashed by, pulsing with joy and fire!
Drunk bubbled wine in goblets of desire,
 And felt the whipped blood laughing as it runs!
Split is that liquor, my too hasty hand
Threw down the cup, and did not understand. 

PROMPT: Differently

What could you do differently?

Literally, everything. That’s the gift and curse of being human.

The Tao of the Traveler [Lyric Poem]

With a pack on my back,
 I lurched out of the known.
Would I ever be back?
 Or go where I was blown?

Who can know where they'll land?
 Maybe on a distant shore?
Or amid desert sands?
 Or mountains? Or next door?

That's the joy of a life;
 One can end up anywhere.
Embrace chaos sans strife,
 And you'll live a life that's rare.

Sunrise / Sunset [Haiku]

sunset or sunrise?
depends upon where
your gaze lies.

DAILY PHOTO: Hualien Martyrs’ Shrine

“The Arrow and the Song” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow [w/ Audio]

I shot an arrow into the air,
 It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
 Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
 It fell to earth, I knew not where:
For who has sight so keen and strong,
 That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
 I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
 I found again in the heart of a friend.

PROMPT: Billboard

If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

“If you think there’s a Hell, you’re already there.”

I think it works on two levels… at least.

Heavy Rebel [Haiku]

autumn breezes 
send dry leaves tumbling, but for
 one heavy rebel.

DAILY PHOTO: Views of the Hualien River

BOOKS: “The Man with the Compound Eyes” by Wu Ming-Yi

The Man with the Compound EyesThe Man with the Compound Eyes by Wu Ming-Yi
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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This book is at once a work of eco-fiction, literary fiction, and speculative fiction. The story revolves around a pair of characters whose worldlines become intertwined when the Pacific Trash Vortex is spun out, crashing into the Eastern shore of Taiwan. “Riding” the trash vortex is Atile’i, a member of a remote Pacific Island where second sons (of which he is one) are exiled to the sea to ensure the tiny island’s population doesn’t outstrip its resources. Atile’i is found by Alice, an academic who moved to a rural area of the Eastern shore and who is in an extended period of grieving the loss of her son and [common law] husband. Their union helps them each in the process of finding closure for their respective traumas.

There is a secondary story involving supporting characters, but at its heart, the book is about how an unlikely pair is brought together by environmental factors. That said, the secondary story does offer the reader insight into the indigenous population of Taiwan, a number of tribes whose relation to the island has been overshadowed by both the huge numbers of Chinese immigrants and the various agents of colonization (i.e. Europeans and the Japanese.)

I found this book to be highly readable. It manages to highlight environmental perils without being preachy in a way that detracts from the intensity of the story (and, thus, which reduces the effectiveness as a tool of persuasion.) [This being a line that some other eco-fiction writers have been unable to walk, such that they dissipate the power of story through a need to virtue signal, tribe signal, and finger-point.]

I’d highly recommend this book for readers of literature in translation, eco-fiction, literary fiction, or anyone who likes an interesting story.

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