in the morning, a fresh blanket of snow makes the world look new. by day's end, it's well-trodden: a car driven off the lot.
Depreciation [Tanka]
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Michigan Avenue
PLAYTHINGS by Rabindranath Tagore [w/ Audio]
CHILD, how happy you are sitting in the dust, playing with a broken twig all the morning. I smile at your play with that little bit of a broken twig. I am busy with my accounts, adding up figures by the hour. Perhaps you glance at me and think, "What a stupid game to spoil your morning with!" Child, I have forgotten the art of being absorbed in sticks and mud-pies. I seek out costly playthings, and gather lumps of gold and silver. With whatever you find you create your glad games, I spend both my time and my strength over things I never can obtain. In my frail canoe I struggle to cross the sea of desire, and forget that I too am playing a game.
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PROMPT: Historical Event
What historical event fascinates you the most?
It varies over time. For a long time, it was the Second World War and the Holocaust. How do you get the rise of Nazis and the horrors that sprang therefrom? Sadly, I think that question has been answered to my — for lack of a better word— satisfaction.
The execution of Socrates has spurred a great deal of thought.
In terms of what is not so much a historical event, but historical processes, I’m intrigued by the life of Buddha.
Then there are a lot of explorer / adventurer travels.
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BOOKS: The Crescent Moon by Rabindranath Tagore
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The Crescent Moon : Poems and Stories [Paperback] [Jan 01, 2017] Rabindranath Tagore by Rabindranath TagoreMy rating: 5 of 5 stars
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This is a collection of forty poems that are all connected by the theme of childhood. Many are in the voice of a child, but others are in a parent’s voice as he contemplates the nature of youth and how life has changed — or simply as he looks upon a sleeping infant. Some are brief stories or vignettes and others are scenes or philosophical reflections. Among the more well-known inclusions are: “Playthings,” “Paper Boats,” “The Gift,” and “My Song.”
This is Tagore at his most playful, but it retains his usual clever musing.
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Stillness in Flow [Haiku]
with taut anchor line, the fisherman's boat looks still in flowing waters.
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DAILY PHOTO: Scenes from Kolkata
“What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till morning; but the rain Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh Upon the glass and listen for reply, And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain For unremembered lads that not again Will turn to me at midnight with a cry. Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before: I cannot say what loves have come and gone, I only know that summer sang in me A little while, that in me sings no more.
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PROMPT: Should Know
What’s something you believe everyone should know.
At the risk of mixed metaphor and cliche: how to walk a mile in another person’s shoes while keeping in mind that no one is the villain of his or her own story.
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Fish Drift [Free Verse]
With lazy mazy motion the fish slips through its watery world. With no apparent purpose but to trace out a route through dreamland.
