The star you steer by is gone,
its tremulous thread spun in the hurricane
spider floss on my cheek.
--Basil Bunting, from Briggflatts, Part V.
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When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
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- transience, 'gaman' and the naked human heart
- “And then we came out to see once more the stars”...?
- the most beautiful place in all Japan... swept away
- hostage to its own hubris
- dreaming, longing, lingering
- are the Japanese different?
- where the knife is less sharp
- the tsunami, the atom, and the cherry blossoms
- to begin to begin again
- disquieting questions
- on the razor's edge
- even in the pitch dark
- farewell, all lovely vanishing things
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