Ten thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn, a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter. If your mind isn’t clouded by unnecessary things, this is the best season of your life. —Wu Men, from The Enlightened Heart: An Anthology of Sacred Poetry. Translated by Stephen Mitchell (Harper and Row, 1989)
Maybe don’t for another minute be afraid of anything. Because swimming is really useful against drowning which you didn’t know until you tried it. And then your life was just massive regret. And then you thought about three purple blossoms in the hair of a beautiful girl. — Wendy Xu, “Please Stand A While Longer… Continue reading Wendy Xu
I know falling to my knees still means something. The basin of cool water still answers the moon. Here you are. Here you have always been. — Wendy Xu, from “Auditorium Poem,” You Are Not Dead. (Cleveland State University Press Poetry Center 2013)
I think of how the mystics read by the light of their own bodies. What a world of darkness that must have been to read by the flaming hearts that turn into heaps of ash on the altar, how everything in the end is made equal by the wind. — Timothy Liu, from “Vox Angelica,”… Continue reading Timothy Liu
And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So Today there has been so much talk of things exploding into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we all run outside into the hot streets and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones anticipating light, or a girl whose teeth… Continue reading Wendy Xu
And you are equal to a dangerous ivory moon. — Wendy Xu, from “Here in This New Place is Your Memory,” You Are Not Dead. (Cleveland State University Poetry Center; 1st edition March 6, 2013)
I’m going to try speaking some reckless words, and I want you to listen recklessly. — Zhuang Zhou (c. 369 BC – c. 286 BC), The Complete Works of Zhuangzi. Translated by Burton Watson. (Columbia University Press December 3, 2013)
