More on poetry
A continuation of the "on the crappiness of poetry", caused by the discovery of non-crappy poetry.
Just discovered another poet of the second-best class (see previous entry); Gizem Forta, one of my closest friends who never told me he was writing haikus until I found them on his website.
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shinkansen runs fast
soon I will be in kyoto
thinking of tokyo
(I open my sketchbook and find in far less elegant words:
Redwine drinking ladies in EuroCity seats,
cold air from ventilation,
alone with a cigarette as the tunel
speeds past in the morning,
heading for Copenhagen)
Gizem again:
catching jellyfish
in turbulent bosphorus
millions watching us
(from my harddisk:
into the Boaz,
the movement of ghost ships
& tankers Byzas did not see )