tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378280940903369624.post8029480547512862798..comments2017-12-13T16:07:05.418-06:00Comments on crow with no mouth: no more zenjessehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05361749761580302506noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378280940903369624.post-68144748471719199432010-04-15T23:47:41.940-05:002010-04-15T23:47:41.940-05:00Excellent!
I wrote Tate a fanboy note almost 30 ye...Excellent!<br />I wrote Tate a fanboy note almost 30 years ago, smitten by the early collections, Viper Jazz, Rowing With Your Hair, et al.<br /><br /><br />The Buddhists have the ball field. Then the teams<br />arrive, nine on one, but only three on the other.<br />The teams confront the Buddhists. The Buddhists<br />present their permit. There is little point in<br />arguing it, for the Buddhists clearly have the<br />permit for the field. And the teams have nothing,<br />not even two complete teams. It occurs to one team<br />manager to interest the Buddhists in joining his<br />team, but the Buddhists won’t hear of it. The teams<br />walk away with their heads hung low. A gentle rain<br />begins. It would have been called anyways, they<br />think suddenly.<br /><br />~ James Tate, The Buddhists Have The Ball Fieldjessehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05361749761580302506noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2378280940903369624.post-42637183355374770942010-04-15T23:13:46.594-05:002010-04-15T23:13:46.594-05:00Love your quote here Jesse. The heading "no m...Love your quote here Jesse. The heading "no more zen" also put me in mind of a poem by James Tate, called "The End of Zen":<br /> <br />There was a very tiny frog sitting on a fallen <br />leaf staring into space and hoping for an aphid to<br />fly by. A boy spotted it and picked it up and took<br />it into his house to show his mother and sister.<br />They loved it and made a little home for it in an<br />insect box. Nobody thought about the little frog’s<br />family. Two days later they returned the frog to<br />the very same leaf upon which they had found it.<br />It was a day of solemn, good news. An hour or so<br />passed, and then a golden mayfly flew by. The frog<br />jumped and swallowed it.Michael Pisarohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09197502387259390708noreply@blogger.com