This is the age of the Shuffle, the Snippet, the Selection, the Single Movement,
and the Mashup. I’m not talking about dance styles — which might be exciting! —
but about how we nibble
> There were moments when, as you “played king,” you saw the intimation of a dream
of love rising up out of death and this carnal body. And out of this worldwide
festival
Snow has fallen on Penn Avenue,
as golden morning, fallen, melting
and I walk past Heinz dead sign
pouring wishes red by ruffled bird
head cut near booted print of water
gathered on
>
A day of quiet gladness,–
> Mount Fuji is veiled
> In misty rain.
This is a poem, a haiku by Matsuo Basho, the first great haiku poet. It is
considered by
Welcome to Dauphin Street, Philadelphia, where trash bags seal broken car
windows and signs say “don’t even think about loitering.” If you turn onto
Broad Street, you’ll find a store a