noun
noun: dross
- something regarded as worthless; rubbish."there are bargains if you have the patience to sift through the dross"
- foreign matter, dregs, or mineral waste, in particular scum formed on the surface of molten metal. (google)
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
Dross
Define: Dross
Saturday, December 27, 2014
strange begging
I'm having trouble right now; I'm in play mode. I need to be in stress, work, I'm going to kill myself mode, or I'm not going to get anything done.
Someone stress me out~~~
Someone stress me out~~~
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Issa Snow Haiku
橇を子等に習つてはきにけり
kanjiki wo kora ni naratte haki ni keri
kanjiki wo kora ni naratte haki ni keri
snowshoes--
children show me how
to put them on
children show me how
to put them on
.そり引や犬が上荷乗て行
sori hiku ya inu ga uwani nosete yuku
sori hiku ya inu ga uwani nosete yuku
a man pulls a snow sled
a dog atop
the cargo
a dog atop
the cargo
.初雪のふはふはかかる小鬢哉
hatsu yuki no fuwa-fuwa kakaru kobin kana
hatsu yuki no fuwa-fuwa kakaru kobin kana
the first snow
softly, softly clings...
side lock of hair
softly, softly clings...
side lock of hair
.初雪や古郷見ゆる壁の穴
hatsu yuki ya furusato miyuru kabe no ana
hatsu yuki ya furusato miyuru kabe no ana
first snowfall--
my home village in a hole
in the wall
my home village in a hole
in the wall
.はつ雪や雪やといふも歯なし哉
hatsu yuki ya yuki ya to ium mo ha nashi kana
hatsu yuki ya yuki ya to ium mo ha nashi kana
"First snowfall, snowfall!"
he says
without teeth
he says
without teeth
大雪やおれが真上の天の川
ôyuki ya ore ga ma ue no ama no gawa
ôyuki ya ore ga ma ue no ama no gawa
a big snow--
straight above me
the Milky Way
straight above me
the Milky Way
.雪礫投る拍子にころぶかな
yukitsubute tojiru hyôshi ni korobu kana
yukitsubute tojiru hyôshi ni korobu kana
to the beat
of the snowballs
he tumbles
of the snowballs
he tumbles
original by Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Snowy Morning
Snowy Morning
Have you taken a grapefruit from the fridge,
Sliced it open, segmented it with the serrated knife,
Sprinkled sugar on, while stood at the kitchen window
Startled by the first winter snowfall?
Staring into the chilled and crowded air
The tang of the grapefruit smacks
Its truth onto your tongue and throat
As it slips down, slice by slice.
Sliced it open, segmented it with the serrated knife,
Sprinkled sugar on, while stood at the kitchen window
Startled by the first winter snowfall?
Staring into the chilled and crowded air
The tang of the grapefruit smacks
Its truth onto your tongue and throat
As it slips down, slice by slice.
Last night the bald trees were brown,
The grass in patches, the bushes clipped back.
Glamorous snow has caught out the silent birds
And the boy that runs from the back door
In gum boots, hat askew, jacket unbuttoned,
And mother yelling him back, who stops only
To open wide his eyes and mouth, arms
And fingers, to the crystal flakes.
The grass in patches, the bushes clipped back.
Glamorous snow has caught out the silent birds
And the boy that runs from the back door
In gum boots, hat askew, jacket unbuttoned,
And mother yelling him back, who stops only
To open wide his eyes and mouth, arms
And fingers, to the crystal flakes.
He feels he's happened on a fairy tale's
Deliverance from darkest sleep;
While we, grown older, see the world's shift
As news, like any other unexpected event
That makes the news. We think of slippery paths,
Frozen cars, cold knees and necks
And the inconvenience of ice; we shiver
And switch the coffee machine on.
Deliverance from darkest sleep;
While we, grown older, see the world's shift
As news, like any other unexpected event
That makes the news. We think of slippery paths,
Frozen cars, cold knees and necks
And the inconvenience of ice; we shiver
And switch the coffee machine on.
But did something touch us
Slithering like a soft feather falling into
The spaces between words? And were those words
Like bells chiming in the crystal air?
Then let each day be like a snowy morning,
Even your last on earth, as your spoon delves
Again into the grapefruit, its juices
Dissolving the sprinkled sugar snow to slush.
Slithering like a soft feather falling into
The spaces between words? And were those words
Like bells chiming in the crystal air?
Then let each day be like a snowy morning,
Even your last on earth, as your spoon delves
Again into the grapefruit, its juices
Dissolving the sprinkled sugar snow to slush.
-Paul Archer
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
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