interpreting absurdity

My bamboo house

Loves fire

Though  i  thought

There never would be a real opportunity

to show their mutual faithfulness...

 

In the land of wind,

We erected a straw hut...

And then complained in the

Dead of the night..

However absurd it might seem,

Sorrow is still sorrow...

Reviews

[Dayran]

Almost everything relates to a point of view. Camus referred to a Sisyphus repeatedly rolling a rock up a hill to no particular gain. One must therefore surmise that at heart is an issue of great attachment, hidden deep, beyond our cursory search to find it. When we do nothing about it, we come to be critical about everything the world does but when we scan the depths and find its cause, we release ourselves from its attachment. A poem that scratches the surface of an iceberg.

[Emily B]

oh, oh

these are the kind of words you don't find every day . . . I'm so glad I found them