After the fire, with wheelchair. (No one was killed, thank God)

- Erik Osterberg

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"With dead writers we admire, griping is a prelude to gratitude, whereas with living ones it tends to be the other way around."

"stainless steel sink slightly beaded"

dag spoken in darkness
adapted eye rhapsode
night that sweeps its swart tide
sweltering felt
branch of the watch-winter
aware gnomic moments
dealing out darb labels
adroit toitbox
to split meted splinters
spliff piffles
as eyeshine loses ashfight
early in the furlgame
& crumb rumors
rumble at hoard-borders

"...usually there’s a file into which I dump every new poem I write for a few years until I can bear to open the file and see if there’s a book in there."

"I lack enthusiasm for haiku, so when I compose them occasionally out of obligation, I cannot go beyond the eighteenth century. Sometimes, in the afternoon, I compose one seven-character regulated verse. I find it quite interesting, and I am quite proud of it. I am happy when it is completed." —Soseki via

"It was a period in which the stability of the coming season could not yet be taken for granted, and where movement from one state to another required active management."