quotes I like
Overall, it must be said that those who kill or harm living
creatures, or set them up to fight each other for their own
pleasure, are no better than wild beast themelves. If you pause and
look carefully at the birds and animals, and even the little
insects, you will see that they love their children, feel affection
for their parents, live in couples, are jealous, angry, full of
desire, self-protecting and fearful for their lives, and far more
so than men, since they lack all intelligence.
A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees
by
Yoshida Kenkō,
translated by
Meredith McKinney
The world won't just magically morph into a better place as a
function of its existence: we are responsible for confronting
the past, fixing the present, and shaping the future.
[...] that it is the birthright of any empire to die.
Overall, it must be said that those who kill or harm living creatures, or set them up to fight each other for their own pleasure, are no better than wild beast themelves. If you pause and look carefully at the birds and animals, and even the little insects, you will see that they love their children, feel affection for their parents, live in couples, are jealous, angry, full of desire, self-protecting and fearful for their lives, and far more so than men, since they lack all intelligence.
A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees by Yoshida Kenkō, translated by Meredith McKinney
The world won't just magically morph into a better place as a function of its existence: we are responsible for confronting the past, fixing the present, and shaping the future.
[...] that it is the birthright of any empire to die.
writing
reading
- My Heart is That of an Uncle.
- A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees
- Edgar Allan Poe, Gesammelte Werke
- The Notebook, A History of Thinking on Paper
- My Heart is That of an Uncle.
- A Cup of Sake Beneath the Cherry Trees
- Edgar Allan Poe, Gesammelte Werke
- The Notebook, A History of Thinking on Paper
my favourite haikus
all by myself, except when a specific poet/translator is mentioned
written during tilde 30.5
the melancholy of the night
waving goodbye
greeted by a new day
barren land
blooming
a flower
the melancholy of the night
waving goodbye
greeted by a new day
barren land
blooming
a flower
miscellaneous
morning dew
when ontop the grasses blade
the sun is kissed
pond
frog
plop!
Old Pond by
Matsuo Bashō,
translated by
James Kirkup
morning dew
when ontop the grasses blade
the sun is kissed
pond
frog
plop!
Old Pond by Matsuo Bashō, translated by James Kirkup