Yeah, yeah, I know. I was the one who belly-ached about the pressure, about one week being not enough time to post a poem, but the poem I wrote was an exception. For one thing, I was itching to write about the green dress and the poem had been percolating in my mind for a…
Renshi Submission
They Raped Her
she alleged, six or seven times, in her beautiful green dress. I was that green dress. Now, I am the ghost of that green dress. These days, I float ethereally from where the Ala Wai Inn stood and down John Ena Road near Fort DeRussy, where people— Mrs. George Goeas, Alice Araki, and Eugenio Batungbacal—…
This and that . . . .
Congratulations Bamboo Ridge Press! Congratulations Darrell, Eric, Wing, and Joy. This issue is a milestone and the hallmark of a great achievement on your part. Most of all, it is a testament of your hard work and perseverance over the years. You have helped countless of people in their writing and often at much personal…
Albert Saijo: from interlude to interlude
I haven't seen it yet . . . .
Am reading Never Let me Go by Ishiguro.
After MVT, there was the official launch at UH campus center.
Thank you all for your wonderful reception of my book, Anshuu. I could not be more grateful.
My write-up shows the steps I took in getting the students to write their own renshi. The process was simple:
1. playing a word association game like–river, rocks; rocks, roll; roll, cinammon and so on.
2. dividing the class into small groups of four or five;
3. writing my own poem and having the first writer in the groups take my last line to start their own poems;
4. reading their own poems;
5. pasting all of the poems, showing the sequence, and pasting the final scroll of poems on the board.