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A Quiet Joy (Rain) by Yehuda Amichai, tr. Chana Bloch; music Jami Sieber; spoken word Kim Rosen
"A Quiet Joy" by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch
Music by Jami Sieber
Spoken Word by Kim Rosen
From the album "Feast of Losses" - jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses
Video by Kim Rosen
Endless thanks to Bettina and Georg Peterseil for the rain and the magic you bring out of the bog...
“A Quiet Joy” by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch, from The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai, by Yehuda Amichai, edited and translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell, © 1986, 1996, 2013 by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell. Published by the University of California Press.
Music by Jami Sieber
Spoken Word by Kim Rosen
From the album "Feast of Losses" - jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses
Video by Kim Rosen
Endless thanks to Bettina and Georg Peterseil for the rain and the magic you bring out of the bog...
“A Quiet Joy” by Yehuda Amichai, translated by Chana Bloch, from The Selected Poetry of Yehuda Amichai, by Yehuda Amichai, edited and translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell, © 1986, 1996, 2013 by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell. Published by the University of California Press.
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"Adrift" by Mark Nepo, music by Jami Sieber and spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"Adrift" by Mark Nepo Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hughes “The Layers” by Stanley Kunitz “What the Living Do” by Marie Howe “The Thing Is” by Ellen B...
"The Light that Came to Lucille Clifton" by L. Clifton, music: Jami Sieber & spoken word: Kim Rosen
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"The Light that Came to Lucille Clifton" by Lucille Clifton Jami Sieber: electric cello, vocals Kim Rosen: spoken word Sean Woolstenhulme: guitar Greg Campbell: percussion Hans Teuber: clarinet Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES...
"Thanks" by W. S. Merwin, music by Jami Sieber and spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"Thanks” by W. S. Merwin “Song” by Deena Metzger “Island” by Langston Hughes Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Hans Teuber: saxophone, trumpet, peck Horn, clarinet, flute Greg Campbell: percussion, french Horn Nancy Rumbel: oboe Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sie...
"The New Song" by W. S. Merwin, music by Jami Sieber and spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"The New Song" by W. S. Merwin Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hughes “The Layers” by Stanley Kunitz “What the Living Do” by Marie Howe “The Thing Is” b...
"There Is A Girl Inside" by Lucille Clifton, music by Jami Sieber and spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"There is a Girl Inside" by Lucille Clifton Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Nancy Rumbel: ocarina Greg Campbell: percussion Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hughes “The Layers” by Stanl...
"What the Living Do" by Marie Howe, music by Jami Sieber and spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"What the Living Do" by Marie Howe Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Nancy Rumbel: oboe Greg Campbell: percussion Sean Woolstenhulme: guitar Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hughes “The L...
"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass, music by Jami Sieber and spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"The Thing Is" by Ellen Bass Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Hans Teuber: clarinet Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hughes “The Layers” by Stanley Kunitz “What the Living Do” by Marie H...
"Island" by L. Hughes "The Layers" by S. Kunitz with music byJami Sieber, spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"Island" by Langston Hughes and "The Layers" by Stanley Kunitz Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Nancy Rumbel: oboe Greg Campbell: percussion Sean Woolstenhulme: guitar Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Islan...
"When Death Comes" by Mary Oliver, music by Jami Sieber, spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"When Death Comes" by Mary Oliver Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Hans Teuber: saxophone, clarinet, bass clarinet, flute, trumpet Nancy Rumbel: oboe Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hug...
"A Quiet Joy" by Yehuda Amichai, music by Jami Sieber, spoken word by Kim Rosen
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"A Quiet Joy" by Yehuda Amichai, translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch Jami Sieber: electric cello Kim Rosen: spoken word Nancy Rumbel: english horn Cover Art: “Winter Lake” by Galen Garwood FROM "FEAST OF LOSSES", A Communion of Grief and Gratitude jamisieber.hearnow.com/feast-of-losses By Jami Sieber and Kim Rosen Poems included on "FEAST OF LOSSES" “Island” by Langston Hughes “The Layers...
"Awakened" by Czeslaw Milosz
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Awakened In advanced age, my health worsening, I woke up in the middle of the night, and experienced a feeling of happiness so intense and perfect that in all my life I had only felt its premonition. And there was no reason for it. It didn’t obliterate consciousness; the past which I carried was there, together with my grief. And it was suddenly included, was a necessary part of the whole. As i...
Feast of Losses, Recording Sessions, Jami Sieber & Kim Rosen
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Feast of Losses: Music and Poems of Gratitude, Grief and Waking Up coming Fall, 2022. Join Jami and Kim in a transformative convergence of poems & music that emerge from the heartbreak, gratitude and wake up call of this moment in our lives and in the life of our world. Words spoken by Kim Rosen from the poems of Langston Hughes, Ellen Bass, Marie Howe, Lucille Clifton, Rumi, Stanley Kunitz, Ma...
Two poems by R.M. Rilke, spoken by Kim Rosen , with music by Jami Sieber
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These poems were spoken at the launch of the Collective Trauma Summit, 2021. To learn more about the Collective Trauma Summit visit: collectivetraumasummit.com To learn more about the work of Kim Rosen visit: www.kimrosen.net www.shecollegefund.org Before the Beginning by R.M. Rilke, translated by Kim Rosen and Maria Krekeler God speaks to each of us as we are made then walks with us silently o...
Pollyanna Bush & Kim Rosen: Aging, Artistry and Surrender
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An excerpt of an interview that took place in August, 2020 as part of the Empowered Artist Summit, hosted by Pollyanna Bush. www.pollyannabush.com www.kimrosen.com
"Still I Rise" performed by the girls of the Tasaru Rescue Center in honor of One Billion Rising
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"Still I Rise" performed by the girls of the Tasaru Rescue Center in honor of One Billion Rising
"The New Breed" by Alison Luterman, Music by Jami Sieber, Spoken Word by Kim Rosen
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"The New Breed" by Alison Luterman, Music by Jami Sieber, Spoken Word by Kim Rosen
"I Know the Truth" Marina Tsvetaeva: Kim Rosen, Jami Seiber, Ulali
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"I Know the Truth" Marina Tsvetaeva: Kim Rosen, Jami Seiber, Ulali
THE FIRST STEP IS THE HARDEST: The V-Day Safe House in Kenya Celebrates 1 Billion Rising 2018!
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THE FIRST STEP IS THE HARDEST: The V-Day Safe House in Kenya Celebrates 1 Billion Rising 2018!
Relationship: The Heart of S.H.E., Donors & Students
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Relationship: The Heart of S.H.E., Donors & Students
Relationship, the Heart of the SHE Fund: A Conversation with Kim Rosen, Founder
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Relationship, the Heart of the SHE Fund: A Conversation with Kim Rosen, Founder
IF I GO TO WAR NOW by Kim Rosen & Jami Sieber
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IF I GO TO WAR NOW by Kim Rosen & Jami Sieber
PILGRIM - Gary Malkin & Kim Rosen Version
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PILGRIM - Gary Malkin & Kim Rosen Version
The Girl Declaration Narok, Kenya ONE BILLION RISING 2017
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The Girl Declaration Narok, Kenya ONE BILLION RISING 2017
Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen: Kim Rosen (spoken word) &Jami Sieber (cello & composition)
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Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen: Kim Rosen (spoken word) &Jami Sieber (cello & composition)
Tão acalentador❤️
I love you sister Kim.
Beautiful ❤
Yes. This. 💔❤
Tears are flowing. Just gorgeous and so sad.
Promo>SM
Promo`SM 🙂
God bless
Thank you ❤
Heartbreaking in the beautiful
@JohnMcCormick-di3qc If you imbibe Rilke's potent verse, and - crucially - if you do so in the German original (which is the only way to read him and the only way to quench your thirst fully), it will immediately become clear to you how preposterous, inaccurate and distorted the absurd translation in this particular video is, delivered by a farcical character who proudly lists herself as the "translator" of Rilke's magnificent verse. Well, what a translator! High literature needs to be translated by scholars, by writers who have intellectual rigour and depth, not by ignorami. Here we have a "trauma expert" who passes off her unsophisticated, subjective opinions as Rilke's. It's an offense! Her interpretation has nothing to do with Rilke, his poetry, his intention in writing these pieces or his language. It's a mistranslation. It's a distortion of Rilke's work, misattributing words to him that he didn't write. Rilke's 'Stundenbuch' which the untitled prayer derives from (in this video it even has a title "Before the beginning" -- definitely not by Rilke!), is influenced by Friedrich Nietzsche and the philosophy of life of his contemporaries. It shows Rilke's search for a meaningful source of life, which he pantheistically calls God. Rilke paraphrases the image of a "God in the process of becoming", who is conceivable as the creator of meaning in the world, but who ultimately remains outside of the realm which can be expressed through language. Rilke's prayer has movement and musicality - it is a feast for the senses. In this video we have music to accompany the bland and incorrect translation - Rilke's own words, in the original, do not require a musical score to accompany it. The original poem IS the music. So I reiterate: call this piece of woo-woo nonsense what you will, but PLEASE do not use Rilke's name in any way, shape or form in connection with your unrelated video! One of Germany's greatest poets deserves better than to be misquoted, mistranslated and misused by a low-brow RUclipsr - of all people!
Incredibly beautiful!! Thank you
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Oh, thank You for sharing these powerful stories of these strong young women and for all you do to help them reach their dreams.
Beautiful how you transmitted this poem, Thank you ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤
Rilke... he wouldn't recognise himself in this performance. Call it what you like, but please don't put Rilke's name to this.
Why do you say this? Please reply.
@JohnMcCormick-di3qc If you imbibe Rilke's potent verse, and - crucially - if you do so in the German original (which is the only way to read him and the only way to quench your thirst fully), it will immediately become clear to you how preposterous, inaccurate and distorted the absurd translation in this particular video is, delivered by a farcical character who proudly lists herself as the "translator" of Rilke's magnificent verse. Well, what a translator! High literature needs to be translated by scholars, by writers who have intellectual rigour and depth, not by ignorami. Here we have a "trauma expert" who passes off her unsophisticated, subjective opinions as Rilke's. It's an offense! Her interpretation has nothing to do with Rilke, his poetry, his intention in writing these pieces or his language. It's a mistranslation. It's a distortion of Rilke's work, misattributing words to him that he didn't write. Rilke's 'Stundenbuch' which the untitled prayer derives from (in this video it even has a title "Before the beginning" -- definitely not by Rilke!), is influenced by Friedrich Nietzsche and the philosophy of life of his contemporaries. It shows Rilke's search for a meaningful source of life, which he pantheistically calls God. Rilke paraphrases the image of a "God in the process of becoming", who is conceivable as the creator of meaning in the world, but who ultimately remains outside of the realm which can be expressed through language. Rilke's prayer has movement and musicality - it is a feast for the senses. In this video we have music to accompany the bland and incorrect translation - Rilke's own words, in the original, do not require a musical score to accompany it. The poem IS the music. So I reiterate: call this piece of woo-woo nonsense what you will, but PLEASE do not use Rilke's name in any way, shape or form in connection with your unrelated video! One of Germany's greatest poets deserves better than to be misquoted, mistranslated and misused by a low-brow RUclipsr - of all people!
I must say that I love love this rendition of Rilke Poetry its the most beautiful piece I’ve ever heard read so beautifully thank you Kim Rosen
@@olufemihughes8080 😂 The blind leading the blind.
Can’t wait!
Love this. Just forwarded it to Ellen Bass...I think she'll love her poem being used in this way. Love your concept. This is the theme I've been thinking about for months--grace and gratitude and devastating loss all together.
Wow.....goosebumps galor:-) How powerful and vulnerable!! Congratulations and thank you for this offering.
So so deeply touching ... my heart floweth over even with this teaser. So looking forward to the release. What a beautiful gift for humanity when it is most needed.
What poem is this? So beautiful
so beautiful and touching deep inside! thank you 🙏❤
oh so wonderfullllllllll! Such a fine preview
Wonderful. What fun!! Great project.
Wow! touching
Moving.....reality......
Need more people so spread this video more
Brief Bio: I’m Al Fogel born in 1945 and at an early age began writing poems. In 1962 I was introduced to a neighbor who just returned from Avatar Meher Baba’s “ East west” gathering and handed me a book titled “The Everything and the Nothing” that included brief but powerful passages by Meher Baba that touched me deeply and i became a “ Baba Lover” I continued writing poems and in 2010 while on Jane Reichhold’s AHA website workshopping poems I befriended a Chinese man who helped me perfect my Senryu and Haibun. Subsequently I am now considered one of the nations leading authorities on Tanka , Senryu, and Haibun. Here are some examples of each of my specialties senryu ~ dentist chair the hygienist removes my Bluetooth ~ Internet argument all his words in CAPS hers in EMOTICONS ~ after the divorce he spends more time at the dollar store ~ damsel in distress clarke kent still searching for a phone booth ~ cauliflower ears once a contender now boxing vegetables ~ under the influence - moonshine ~ Audubon sale all variety of seeds. . . early birds welcome ~ Buddhist fortune cookie the unfolded paper reads “ better luck next birth!” ~ sudden downpour. . . the adults run for shelter ~ sidewalk cafe the birds and people tweeting ~ busy crosswalk the seeing eye dog leads the way ~ **senryu is usually humorous, but it can also be serious. For example, the following two of mine are horrific and heartbreaking ( dealing with the Holocaust): ~ cattle cars between the slats human eyes ~ stutthof - the stench of burnt hair from the chimneys ~ Tanka ( I already posted the Jackson Pollock one about painting his face but here’s another Tanka ~ Here is another Tanka: thrift store purchase inside the leather jacket a tarnished half-heart ~ Haibuns The Mathematics of Retribution “Karma is i fathomable,” I inform her It’s late and our conversation turns heavy “ Seems simple to me, “my girlfriend responds. “If I murder you, then it’s reasonable that I will be murdered in this or another life to balance the ledger.” “ Not necessarily so” I’m quick to rejoin. “What if you murdered me in this life because I murdered you in a prior life karmic debts and dues are now equalized.” “But what if I get caught and I go to jail for life. Where’s the equal payback in that?” “As I said, karma is unfathomable.” We continue discussing reincarnation and then add the possibilities of “group karma” to the mix Finally, at about midnight, we fall asleep Stutthof - the stench of burnt hair from the chimneys ~~ Mama There were days when I pretended to be too sick to go to school - - just for mamas loving embrace -her arms the heat of home Even with the onset of dementia, her cheerfulness was so contagious it was a joy being around her despite the illness. She made everyone laugh with her spontaneous unpredictable behavior. nursing home bumper wheelchair her favorite pastime Once a week I would whisk her away from the assisted-living facility and we would spend several hours together -grabbing a meal or frequenting some of her favorite second-hand stores where she loved to shop and donate clothes. When we drove to her favorite thrift in November, her dementia worsened. thrift store the dress mama donated she wants to buy On a cold December morn mama passed. The funeral was simple. There was a light drizzle as the family gathered at the gravesite. One by one, with eyes full of rain, we said our last goodbyes. autumn twilight - oh mama tuck me under hug me one more time ~ ‘Round Midnight It was a huge ballroom on the top floor of a building on Broadway --an important midtown crossroads in the heart of the Great White Way. My uncle still talks with reverence about how -in his heyday -he would travel by rail to the corner of Lenox and walk inside to the beat of jungle music. Who knew what to expect? One night you might be listening with rapt attention to Theloneous Monk and Dizzy Gillespie the godfathers of bebop in their signature beret caps, or the Nicholas Brothers flashing their wild acrobatic spins and splits, or enchanted by the sweet taste of Brown Sugar -with Bojangles out front. And when the Bird was in flight, even the moon was not high enough. But in 1940 the ballroom closed its doors to make way for a commercial housing development and another kind of night. new Harlem the a-train replaced by the bullet ~ Atlantic City New Jersey I had just graduated from high school I remember stopping for saltwater taffy -as evening journeyed slowly into night. Nearing curfew, we sat on a protruded sandy enclave--holding hands, looking out at the ocean, not saying much. In the distance the lights from an ocean liner flickered as the night kept coming on in... first “french kiss” under the boardwalk “over the moon!” ~~ All love, Al
I hope you don’t mind me sharing the following poem, one of my all time favorite meta poetic poems by a poet named “Howard Dull” titled “Suibhne Gheilt” that I recently chanced upon. When I read it, I became speechless. And most of my poetry friends consider this as one of their all time favorites. It was published in a 1970s anthology titled “ Open Poetry” and proves that once Poetry hits you in your heart, , you could be the worst nefarious scoundrel with kings and Empires at your command but you will be transformed and never again return to your previous Self. ~~ Suibhne Gheilt 1 He has haunted me now for over a year that madman Suibhne Gheilt who in the middle of a battle looked up and saw something that made him leap up and fly over swords and trees - a poet gifted above all others - 11 How could a proud loud mouth who yelled KILL KILL KILL as he plowed done the enemy - heads rolling off of his sword - be so lifted up ( or fly up as those below saw it - wings beating) be so suddenly gifted with poetry and nest so high in Ireland’s tall trees? Is there a point where all paths cross? And why am I so drawn to him that all my questions seem shot in his direction? “And they ran into the woods and threw their lances and shot their arrows up through the branches” What parallels could I ever hope to find - my refusal to fight ( weaseling out on psychiatric grounds)? my leaving my country behind? my poetry? “and my wife wept on the path below. . . Oh memory is sweet but sweeter is the sorrel in the pool in the path below” I fly down every night to eat 111 Sweeney like the rest of us would have been better off if he had never anything to do with women. But the point of it lies hidden in a pool of milk in a pile of shit for you to see when a milkmaid smiles Sweeney like the rest of us flies down and when she pours the milk into the hole her heel made in the cowdung Sweeney like the rest of us kneels down and drinks and dies on the horn the cowherd hid in it. So before you have anything to do with women remember Sweeney the bird of Ireland lying on his back in the middle of that path in the moonlight. 1V And on my way home this morning ( my wife waiting) my shadow racing up the path ahead of me I saw something ( a black stone?) thrown at the back of its head ducked and spun around so fast I almost fell down - it was a bird flying up into a tree V No good could come out of this war out of what burns in the heart of our highly disciplined John Q. Killer as a whole village bursts into one flame - the villagers streaming like tears towards the forest cover his helicopter’s blades blow the leaves off and and the flame towards. . . as we sit in front of our bubbles watching our president ( whose bubbletalk no one can escape and he is a little bit mad -calling the reporters in for an interview while he’s sitting on the bubble having a bubble movement) and first lady climb into their big bubble bed an Lucy, born of their own bubbles, crawls in between - “ Mah daddy has so many troubles turning the world into a bubble and sick of crossfire - the cries of the women and children flying over his head - he stumbled down to the riverbank and found, the wreckage twisted around the tree behind, his skull. . . Noises, there are noises, noises that can of themselves drive a man mad -NOISES! But last night the Stockhausen penetrated from the four sides of the auditorium, stripping each layer of feeling and thought until all that was left was something the size of a nut - so tiny, so hard, so impenetrable it was alone in the middle of an infinite space. . . ~ •ps: Howard Dull was such an obscure poet that he never published a book and ( to my knowledge) never published another poem. But OMG, this was so brilliant that in my opinion it should be read and studied at the college level. All love in isolation from Miami Beach, Florida, Al
Enjoyed your reading and poems that engaged me throughout. I, too, am a poet specializing in Japanese forms: haiku, tanka, haibun, kyoka, senryu. I hope you don’t mind me sharing a tanka and my haiku tribute poem to Matshuo Bashō’s frog with short but in depth commentary by the late AHA founder and poet Jane Reichhold who considered my haiku among her 10 favorite haiku of all time! What an honor. Here’s the Bashō poem with Jane Reichhold’s insightful commentary: Bashō’s frog four hundred years of ripples At first the idea of picking only 10 of my favorite haiku seemed a rather daunting task. How could I review all the haiku I have read in my life and decide that there were only 10 that were outstanding? Then realized I was already getting a steady stream of excellent haiku day by day through the AHA forum. The puns and write-offs based on Basho's most famous haiku are so numerous I would have said that nothing new could be said with this method, but here Al Fogel proved me wrong. Perhaps part of my delight in this haiku lies in the fact that I agree with him. Here he is saying one thing about realism-ripples are on a pond after a frog jumps in, but because it refers back to Basho and his famous haiku, he is also saying something about the haiku and authors who have followed him. We, and our work, are just ripples while Basho holds the honor of inventing the idea of the sound of a frog leaping is the sound of water As haiku spreads around the world, making ripples in more and larger ponds, its ripples are wider-including us all. But his last word reminds us that we are ripples and our lives ephemeral. It will be the frogs that will remain. ~~ And my tanka: returning home from a Jackson Pollock exhibition I smear my face with paint and turn into art ~~ -All love in isolation from Miami Beach, Florida, Al
Thank you!
You are so beautiful,mama. May God bless you ❤️❤️❤️❤️
Kim, thank you so much for this. It’s exactly what was needed for my day. A reflection of the truth. And thank you Jamie Sieber for the music💗
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Love After Love The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other's welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.
very touching, a deep thank you _/\_
Love this.....makes so much sense!
I came across this by accident...oh my goodness amazing....I was looking for Rumi quotes to go with my masks
Be blessed
thank you!
Хорошо! --- Я знаю правду! Все прежние правды - прочь! Не надо людям с людьми на земле бороться. Смотрите: вечер, смотрите: уж скоро ночь. О чем - поэты, любовники, полководцы? Уж ветер стелется, уже земля в росе, Уж скоро звездная в небе застынет вьюга, И под землею скоро уснем мы все, Кто на земле не давали уснуть друг другу. 3 октября 1915
Just gorgeous! Thank you.
I love this book, so much. Thank you for your work and your spirit. I turn to it again, and again. Essential reading for life. <3 and respect.
Just awesome 🌸✌️
I love you Kim Rosen. Please.... don't you two stop ... doing what you do. (I think I like the other version of this more.... but ... you deeply ... touch me.)
Amazing!
What is the instrument being played by the woman using a tube?
IT's a melodica. Julie Wolf, musician extraordinaire
Thank you very much. I love the sound.
för 1 år sedan What is the instrument being played by the woman using a tube? Cynthea LaCroix Cynthea LaCroix för 2 år sedan Wow! slivasiul slivasiul för 4 år sedan Godlbless both of you! You are both in my prayers Laurentziu Ro
you are beautiful Kim Rosen and I am grateful for you. Thank you for your sweet offering - Caroline
This was magnificent. Great job in channeling the sweet loving master.