Writing Jisei, is a common practise, or was I know nothing, or less. But is known as Death Poems, the last poems a haiku or most kinds of Zen poets, write.I found as book called Japanese Death Poems at Kelowna’s own Mosaic bookstore, and find much of interest. Here is one especially apt for ALWAYS
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(JAPANESE) DEATH POEMS
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FISH IN THE SEA
NO-ONE TALKS TO ME because I’m deaf, fat, crippled, morally corrupted whenever I touch myself when I should be touching you got nothing to lord, but the sin. I’m going to make it up those pictures in my head projected from that part of me as unreliable as a fishhook past its depth and me
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HOW WE DIE
MY PSYCH Says: Imagine a positive outcome!” HOW WE DIE We all want to know HOW when somebody we know, died. – anonymous 1. Did he get his comeuppance a bullet back of the head hands tied/to an overdose. on a backroad to death valley Live or die make the difference clear vote your
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RENOVATIONS
I had a vivid dream. I was invited to go to the consecration of the new Glenlea Mennonite church. The place was packed and I had just been dropped off with a ride on call later in the afternoon, if they were so kind to offer lunch. They weren’t nor was there even a church
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“I am more of an existentialist the closer I am to running out of existence.” HE said. Today is Thursday my computer tells me so. My colonoscopy is scheduled for Monday, the day after my wife Michelle has her MRI of her brain and her spine. Wonder of wonders LOOK show has a few more
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From the Letter P in the Abject Alphabet
1. I should get a pail to carry random thoughts Yes that’s more like it. If I had a pal I could carry my head in it but only when it is too heavy for my cervical spine. so most of the time. 2. I forbid any talk about Liza. I forbid any talk
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Bath Time for Jimmy
JIMMY BAN’S BOURGEOIS BLUES TAKE 2 I’m angry I’m in pain Why must so much stay the same I’m angry and I’m in pain All I do is try to explain I’m angry I’m in pain I’m not the only one Who suffers when I say I’m angry and I‘m in pain over and over
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from “NOTHING TO SEE”
IT DEPENDS WHAT YOUR DEFINITION OF IT IS It doesn’t matter. Yes it does. No it doesn’t. Yes it does. Why say it doesn’t matter. You know it does matter. So making a longer sentence makes it matter more. No sentences don’t make it matter. Can you imagine a book without it. Oh, like
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BELIEVE YOU ME
MY ANGER AND PAIN MANIFESTO There will always be someone who suffers more deeply, more righteously, more rigorously, more appropriately with higher levels of pain, with higher levels of accomplishment achievement than me like the amputee running a super marathon across the Sahara desert. Good for you. Good for God! Me how do I
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