Comments for Bashō's Road

Comment on Norbert Blei | August 23, 1935 – April 23, 2013 by Don

Don — Thu, 02 May 2013 11:18:19 +0000

With a deep, abiding love … see you down the road, old friend.

Don Wentworth
Lilliput Review /Issa’s Untidy Hut

Comment on gary c. busha | on the dock by Loraine Brink

Loraine Brink — Sun, 24 Feb 2013 20:10:41 +0000

Just received your big-little book, and am impressed by how many delightful memory-filled poems, each one unique, came forth from your early years by the water.

Comment on j.f. kadlec by Mary Ann Crayton

Mary Ann Crayton — Wed, 06 Feb 2013 02:42:06 +0000

The photo reminds me of the Prague cemetery?

Comment on j.f. kadlec by Nancy

Nancy — Wed, 06 Feb 2013 01:42:29 +0000

Here is the point of brevity. There is the point of beauty. Thank you for posting this.

Comment on frida kahlo | I used to think… by Agata

Agata — Wed, 19 Dec 2012 17:31:53 +0000

I used to think that im also strange
but I prefer say – unusal.
Feel harder
Hear more
Think what I really feel

Comment on k.j. maas | silence by Bill

Bill — Sun, 16 Dec 2012 10:49:03 +0000

“Out we jumped in the warm, mad night, hearing a wild tenorman bawling horn across the way, going “EE-YAH! EE-YAH! EE-YAH!” and hands clapping to the beat and folks yelling, “Go, go, go!” Dean was already racing across the street with his thumb in the air, yelling, “Blow, man, blow!” A bunch of colored men in Saturday-night suits were whooping it up in front. It was a sawdust saloon with a small bandstand on which the fellows huddled with their hats on, blowing over people’s heads, a crazy place; crazy floppy women wandered around sometimes in their bathrobes, bottles clanked in alleys. In back of the joint in a dark corridor beyond the splattered toilets scores of men and women stood against the wall drinking wine-spodiodi and spitting at the stars—wine and whiskey. The behatted tenorman was blowing at the peak of a wonderfully satisfactory free idea, a rising and falling riff that went from “EE-yah!” to a crazier “EE-de-lee-yah!” and blasted along to the rolling crash of butt-scarred drums hammered by a big brutal Negro with a bullneck who didn’t give a damn about anything but punishing[…]”

Excerpt From: Kerouac, Jack. “On the Road.” PENGUIN group, 2010-02-26. iBooks.
This material may be protected by copyright.

A Vision of Michael.

I am terrified by the darkness of his world. He has somehow achieved piece within and I see signs of radiant brilliance.
He has achieved remarkable insight that I may never know.

Comment on k.j. maas | silence by Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Fri, 14 Dec 2012 01:58:17 +0000

The deafening voice of silence……..

Comment on k.j. maas | silence by David Dix

David Dix — Fri, 14 Dec 2012 00:30:37 +0000

Hint fiction not a term I’v heard in my circumscribed semi-literate world, but am reading up on it. Thanks for the intro.

Comment on sparrow | poor sparrow’s almanac by Barbara Larsen

Barbara Larsen — Tue, 11 Dec 2012 22:09:46 +0000

A roasted chicken in the deli counter is worth two uncooked in the meat department.

Comment on sparrow | poor sparrow’s almanac by Phil Hansotia

Phil Hansotia — Thu, 06 Dec 2012 17:09:17 +0000

Like buttered toast, a pint of dark Porter and a juicy Berger off the grill, this piece is comfort food to the soul!. After a long pause its good to return to Poor Richard’s——-. and the Poor Sparrows Almanac and welcome them to your parlor. Thank you my friend I’m off again to rake old memory leaves and make a pile to sweep into a yawning 2013.
Phil Hansotia.