a subject met a verb
pretended with a slur
put emphasis on i
let meaning be denied
ecstatic yet unsure
A hint for puzzled readers: Not all koans are questions. And not all murder mysteries involve death.
a subject met a verb
pretended with a slur
put emphasis on i
let meaning be denied
ecstatic yet unsure
A hint for puzzled readers: Not all koans are questions. And not all murder mysteries involve death.
Using the problem-solving compulsion of a materialistic Westerner, it is easy to demonstrate the sound of one hand clapping. One needs only clap the four fingers against the thumb pad and hand heel. It sounds like the underwater applause of diaphanous tail fins. (No, it doesn’t. Maybe the emerging koan is now “What is the sound of underwater diaphanous-tail-fin applause?”)
At any rate, yesterday I started a doodle, got what I wanted from it, and abandoned it. Today I was looking at the pomegranate tree by the driveway and lines metrically near-identical came. I unabandoned my doodle and added a title and the two lines to it. The result is a quasi-koan, though I’d love to hear arguments that it is not.