how shameful--
with my charcoal-stained
palms...Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
D.
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4 comments:
I certainly understand Issa's (David's) "point of view"
as Picasso often said:
"all art is erotic"
just did a "charcoal" sketch ... will send it via 'secret' email
Don:
But! Basho (from Styrk, #67):
First winter rain -
I plod on,
Traveller, my name.
OK?!
J.L.S.
Don:
But! Basho (from Styrk, #67):
First winter rain -
I plod on,
Traveller, my name.
OK?!
J.L.S.
J. L. S.:
Indeed ... there is light at the end of the tunnel ... and umbrellas for the really bad days.
Ok.
best,
Don
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