酷我-北美枫

[ericcoliu]

In the realm of middle class American suburban life, happiness and social achievement are closely intertwined. A dream home portrayed in pop culture and thus imagined by the Americans is located in an affluent location with its well watered front lawn and massifs of full-fledged roses framed by a white-picked fence, which is a recurring theme in David Lynch’s movies.

What follows is an excerpt from Taste of Suburbia Arrives in the South Bronx by Philip Shenon:


''I want white,'' Mr. Logue said. ''I don't know,'' the architect said. ''A white fence would seem to be a good target for graffiti artists.'' ''I want white,'' Mr Logue said. ''A white picket fence. It has that suburban flavor.'' ''What about the graffiti?'' the architect asked. ''I'm not worried,'' Mr. Logue said. ''What is the American dream? A home of your own with a white picket fence. I want white.''

Do you see that? the South Bronx.

By the way, I've posted the rest of my submitted tanka.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

In the realm of middle class American suburban life, happiness and social achievement are closely intertwined. A dream home portrayed in pop culture and thus imagined by the Americans is located in an affluent location with its well watered front lawn and massifs of full-fledged roses framed by a white-picked fence, which is a recurring theme in David Lynch’s movies.

What follows is an excerpt from Taste of Suburbia Arrives in the South Bronx by Philip Shenon:


''I want white,'' Mr. Logue said. ''I don't know,'' the architect said. ''A white fence would seem to be a good target for graffiti artists.'' ''I want white,'' Mr Logue said. ''A white picket fence. It has that suburban flavor.'' ''What about the graffiti?'' the architect asked. ''I'm not worried,'' Mr. Logue said. ''What is the American dream? A home of your own with a white picket fence. I want white.''

Do you see that? the South Bronx.

By the way, I've posted the rest of my submitted tanka.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[ericcoliu]

Below are the replies from my poet friends at another forum:


Chen I read these poems early this morning, very early. I felt like I was transported to my childhood. I was rediscovering myself. Few poems have this effect on me. E[musing] is right, there is a lot of wisdom in these poems, a lot of wisdom.

-- Sergio Ortiz



Ukiyo,
there you are
one multicolered leaf
alone on the dream stream
or pehaps not?

....


a downy feather
falling from some unknown where
feels the wind pass
around and through it
but touches none of it?
Untrue.

.....

Smoke caught in the breezes
becomes thin/invisible.
Who can call it back
unburn it
chill the fire
and remake the leaves
then green them again?
No one can.

,,,,,

Your last breath
warm, alive and wet
at the exhaling.
Is this something you can catch?
Something to hold?
No, cricket sounds on snowflakes!

.....

Words?
Restrictions.
Syllables?
Just impatience.
Come along now,
Let us spread moonlight on our bread.


......

and so it goes.

-- Addotto
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

Below are the replies from my poet friends at another forum:


Chen I read these poems early this morning, very early. I felt like I was transported to my childhood. I was rediscovering myself. Few poems have this effect on me. E[musing] is right, there is a lot of wisdom in these poems, a lot of wisdom.

-- Sergio Ortiz



Ukiyo,
there you are
one multicolered leaf
alone on the dream stream
or pehaps not?

....


a downy feather
falling from some unknown where
feels the wind pass
around and through it
but touches none of it?
Untrue.

.....

Smoke caught in the breezes
becomes thin/invisible.
Who can call it back
unburn it
chill the fire
and remake the leaves
then green them again?
No one can.

,,,,,

Your last breath
warm, alive and wet
at the exhaling.
Is this something you can catch?
Something to hold?
No, cricket sounds on snowflakes!

.....

Words?
Restrictions.
Syllables?
Just impatience.
Come along now,
Let us spread moonlight on our bread.


......

and so it goes.

-- Addotto
_________________
Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[浴恩福]

Hi! Ericcoliu:

Glad to get the opportunity to read the rest of your submitted tanka, which are still seeking "the shelter of the alphabet":

I like IV. Is III a rewrite of your previously published poem?

By the way, to what does Ukiyo refer in the reply from your friend, Addotto?
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報三恩、耕三大福田

[[浴恩福]]

Hi! Ericcoliu:

Glad to get the opportunity to read the rest of your submitted tanka, which are still seeking "the shelter of the alphabet":

I like IV. Is III a rewrite of your previously published poem?

By the way, to what does Ukiyo refer in the reply from your friend, Addotto?
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報三恩、耕三大福田

[ericcoliu]

[[ericcoliu]]

[ericcoliu]

Below is my reply to Addotto's poem:

[[ericcoliu]]

Below is my reply to Addotto's poem:

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[[clair]]

[ericcoliu]

I like the teasing, merry tone of I and appreciate the biting commentary expressed in II.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul

[[ericcoliu]]

I like the teasing, merry tone of I and appreciate the biting commentary expressed in II.
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Time is nothing but a disquiet of the soul