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Hanami

I was walking outside the rain garden by Lewis at night when I looked up and a breeze blew through the cherry trees. A cool night breeze Sways dark branches Petals flutter all around This class was far from what … Continue reading

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Western Influence

  I was taking a study break outside Tisch and I looked out over the President’s lawn. Tall bare trees Extend countless twisting branches Into the clear dusk sky   This week we learned about the modernization and westernization of … Continue reading

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Evanescence and Form via Basho

Unfortunately I didn’t have a lyrical moment again this week. This week, we dove deeper into the concepts of evanescence and form using Basho’s The Narrow Road to Oku. Not only does Basho’s poetry reflect the relationship between evanescence and … Continue reading

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The Order of Here-And-Now

By Nina Watts Nothing this week.   I found this week’s discussion of “the order of here-and-now” to be very interesting. The concept helped me better understand the idea of form. I think form is a kind of “counterbalance” to … Continue reading

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Success and Failure

By Nina Watts On Saturday after the storm, I looked out my window and saw wind blowing snow flurries around. Flurries of snow swirl past my window and glitter in the setting sun This week we discussed how success and … Continue reading

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Love, Dreams, and Buddhism

By Nina Watts Sitting at my desk in my room, I looked out the window. Outside my window Countless snowflakes slowly fall And vanish from my sight The topic that most grabbed my attention this week was the relationship between … Continue reading

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Week 1

By Nina Watts I was standing out in the clump of trees behind Latin Way one night when I looked up at the sky.   Cold wind blows Bare tree branches sway Moon shines through the clouds   So far … Continue reading

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