I, too, like this, Andrew. "Eye and I-Pod Verite!" - a new Genre!
The other night I was reading poems to my mother from Walking Theory.
I asked her what she she thought they meant.
"I really don't know," she said. "It's like going to China without a menu."
I thought of that after I read your poem - "menus", indeed, partout!
Stephen V
http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> Three sticks of incense lit before a Buddha
> and I'm making myself happy in a cave in China
> trailing a tourist bus full of colleagues
> teaching little to a few before
> eating something dead to please someone else
> absolving the driver of blame for the tortuous road
> and the Chinese peoples for the weather and
> wondering what the old poets who roamed here
> did before the steps were set in stone
> before the guides knew the entire history
> of each pine cone and snowcapped neighbour
> with blues in my ear-buds
> wondering what Li Bai would've thought
> of John Lee Hooker's mother "It's in him
> and it's got to come out" just like smoke
> from a cave on the side of Tai Bai mountain ...
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> Still milking that trip.
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> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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