Here’s the kind of thing that happens all the time around here:
I was looking at a stack of poetry books — my morning reading — for a poem to post for a shift of view. I flipped through Gary Snyder, Su Tung Po, Pablo Neruda, then got distracted by an email. It was from a reader commenting on the evening’s post about artst Gene Davis’ striped street painting. Wonder who this guy is? I thought, and followed his link.
Ed Baker, the commenter, is a poet. On his site, are books of poetry…and these poems. The first by 18th century Japanese Poet Yosa Buson, handwritten on the flyleaf of Baker’s book Shrike. The second by Baker himself…
The poems found me. Kismet.
It is ‘improvised life’ principle #1. When you go looking, the answer finds you.
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