September 2009
12 posts
“devo farmi le ossa.
i need to make my bones”
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“the only people for me are the mad ones,
the ones who are mad to live, mad to...”
– jack kerouac
“A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand becoming,
a door...”
– Haiku: Eastern Culture, 1949, Volume One, p. 243. Translations and commentary by Reginald H. Blyth
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