in the bardo
I feel sorry for those gods
who’ll threaten us
with wrath and blood thirstiness –
fucking amateurs
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This poem was written in response to Carpe Diem #1210 Tibetan Book Of Dead (Bardo Thodol), another great prompt from Chèvrefeuille at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. All of the poems in the link-up can be read here. And to finish, here’s Junior Parker –
IN MEMORY EVERYTHING SEEMS TO HAPPEN TO MUSIC -Tennessee Williams
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I love it ….. what more can I say here? Grinning from ear to ear. 🙂
Well, I do think the scary faces the gods wore back in 1350 CE to intimidate people aren’t likely to cut it nowadays, when none of the world’s major economies could function without masses of wrath and blood thirstiness. It’s gotta be scarier here than in the bardo :S
Wow very strong tanka Blake
I know Issa sometimes used coarse language in haiku so, even though it’s not especially classical, when it’s called for I think it can probably be justified.