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Quotes From Here And There

Albert Einstein
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage - to move in the opposite direction.
Dylan Thomas
I fell in love – that is the only expression I can think of – at once, and am still at the mercy of words, though sometimes now, knowing a little of their behavior very well, I think I can influence them slightly and have even learned to beat them now and then, which they appear to enjoy.
Eddie Cantor
It takes twenty years to become an overnight success.
Edward Abbey
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
e e cummings
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
Eyler Coates
We've all heard that a million monkeys banging on a million typewriters will eventually produce a masterpiece. Now, thanks to the Internet, we know this is not true.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Without music, life would be a mistake.
Gustave Flaubert
The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy.
Going to the Opera is like making love; we get bored but we come back.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
If I love you, what business is it of yours?
John Steinbeck
Only through imitation do we develop toward originality.
Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
There is no remedy so easy as books, which if they do not give cheerfulness, at least restore quiet to the most troubled mind.
Leonard Cohen
Ring the bells that still can ring;
Forget your perfect offering.
There is a crack in everything;
That's how the light gets in.
The greatest thing in the world is to know how to belong to oneself.
Paul Sweeney
You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
Peter Altenberg
I never dreamed of being Shakespeare or Goethe, and I never expected to hold the great mirror of truth up before the world; I dreamed only of being a little pocket mirror, the sort that a woman can carry in her purse; one that reflects small blemishes, and some great beauties, when held close enough to the heart.
Robert Frost
In three words, I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money.
Satchel Paige
Work like you don't need the money. Love like you've never been hurt. Dance like nobody's watching.
Thomas Mann
A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.
V S Naipaul
The writer has only to listen very carefully and with a clear heart to what people say to him, and ask the next question, and the next.

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Let's Talk Haiku!

There's good news for me. And haiku for you. Actually, there was good news... A couple of months ago, I submitted some haiku to World Haiku Review. I got a good feedback from them - a nice mail which explained what I was doing wrong and where I could improve. If you've been around for some time in this business of sending off things on spec, you know how difficult it is to come by a thing like that. Then I all but forgot about it and hence had the pleasant surprise of finding my haiku in that magazine a few days ago. It's been over a month since they've out. Without further ado...

World Haiku Review, Volume 6, Issue 4, October 2008
Shintai (New Style) Haiku



in shadow

the moth stills its wings

leaving dreams to fly

Marie Shimane



after lunch he adds

the stork

John Bird


A fallen gulmohur bud:

An incomplete story but

A complete poem.

Abhinav Maurya


(In no particular order)

night alleyway...

my floodlight shadow

breaks into two

zinovy Vayman

even his trees

stay inside the fence

unseen neighbour

Ann K. Schwader

(A favorite!!!)

working lunch

haiku scribbled

on my napkin

Carmel Lively Westerman

each day continues

a journey of loneliness

crows screech overhead

Marie Shimane

dawn childbirth

when the door opens

a cock crows

Elizabeth Howard

a week of rain

new appreciation for

the nuance of gray

Claudia Coutu Radmore

reprinting the thesis

leaving the mistakes


Owen Bullock


(Zatsu-ei in no particular order)

year's end . . .

the bedding piled up

in the motel

Bruce Ross

vinegar bath

mother's diamond ring

regains its sparkle

Peggy Heinrich

noon church bell ...

how her dress

traces her

Tyrone McDonald

on grass she shone

under the vast sky-

bare and alone

Aju Mukhopadhyay

morn breeze

the trees filter light

and bird songs

john tiong chunghoo

posh café

the first bite of the plum cake

sends me back home

Rafal Zabratynski

a lady's voice

"your poor mother's grave," she says

needs your attention

Howard Lee Kilby



sunny day -

why not get

the divorce papers?

Owen Bullock




the mortice joints

on his coffin

John Bird


adoption center

she colors her mom black

her dad no face

Victor P. Gendrano


(In no particular order)

In the morning,

The suit, the tie, the watch…

At night, only you!

Abhinav Maurya

Season of mellow

Yellow fruit; ripeness is all

Too tired to die

Frank Corcoran

Gathering firewood

One life giving up their soul

For another's warmth

Kristin Reynolds

relationship's end:

he calls the baby

his fuck trophy

Richard Stevenson

Swords to bombs:

At war with one another,

At war with ourselves

Abhinav Maurya

a tiny twig trembles

in the blast of wind

first marital quarrel

Victor P. Gendrano

I told him, "Good boy."

His curled tail wagged one last time.

The vet said, "He's gone."

Elizabeth Ewing




winds thrash the trees,

no rains- whatever it is!

Aju Mukhopadhyay

Trepidation spills

From your every orifice

Revelation lost

Kristin Reynolds

All haiku are under copyrights of their original authors.


    Abhi, love your haikus. Congrats on winning top places in this contest. What else are you writing these days?

    On March 21, 2009 at 1:10 AM Anonymous said...

    congrats! i liked the sincerity with which you wrote about the rejection...it feels awful.
    they had to change their opinion...u write w'fully well.


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