a galloping snippet

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Editing

editing is like dieting or cleaning your closet, you wonder if you can ever get good at it

Monday, May 5, 2008

cinquain



Once was
a heathen in
my backyard. Goat scales
on her legs, turquoise feathered hair
no smile. 

Murakami'sWords

"When I was little Grandpa told me stories about Buddha's disciples. One of them was named Myoga. The guy was a total moron and couldn't memorise even the simplest Sutra. The other disciples always teased him. One day the Buddha said to him, 'Myoga, you're not very bright, so you don't have to learn any Sutras. Instead, I'd like you to sit at the entrance and polish everybody's shoes.' Myoga was an obedient guy, so he didn't tell his master to go screw himself. So for 10 years, 20 years, he diligently polished everybody's shoes. Then one day he achieved enlightenment and became one of the Buddha's greatest followers. That's a story Hoshino always remembered, because he's thought that had to be the crappiest kind of life, polishing shoes for decades. You've got to be kidding, he thought. When he considered it new, though, the story started to take on a different undertone. Life's crappy no matter how you cut it."

                                                                                     -Haruki Murakami; Kafka on the Shore 

a galloping snippet