Robert A Black

Joined May 2021

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poet, photographer, filmmaker, teacher: flaneur, singer of life....

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what we endure, of lines of light and lifted sorrow
let me introduce you to this young boy: he is 15. The world he believes is endless. He shall get that, and many things wrong but he shall survive and he shall, dog-eared and tattered, know a few things.
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Confessions
what we endure, of lines of light and lifted sorrow
To start writing was to cease to be a curious listener, an addressee, and to become instead the horizon point of the family line, the destination for the many-eyed, many-decked ship of family history.”—Maria Stepanova, In Memory of Memory”
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Confessions
9/11: in memorium
“Give not over thy soul to sorrow; and afflict not thyself in thy own counsel. Gladness of heart is the life of man and the joyfulness of man is length of days.”
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Humans
GHOSTS AND THE GOLDEN FALLS OF THE YING-YANG SEA
GHOSTS AND THE GOLDEN FALLS OF THE YING-YANG SEA 黃金瀑布 winter’s wounds sewn together by tender roses exhausted fingers
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Poets
Broken Light
“Maybe that's enlightenment enough: to know that there is no final resting place of the mind, no moment of smug clarity. Perhaps wisdom ... is realizing how small I am, and unwise, and how far I have yet to go."—Bourdain
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Confessions
In Memoriam: a photographer lipping past the light
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”—Martin Luther King Jr.,
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Families
ボケット: Boketto
Letter 4 Dear Night-- Lace, butterscotch, Bao, 鹹酥雞, the color of your toes in the morning, wild Sockeye (Oncohynchus nerka) and blush. These are my words as you wait:
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Marriage
ボケット: Boketto
ボケット: Boketto (letters to a wife, found in a box) Letter 1 Dear Love, 木心 To you, even in winter, full-bellied,
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Fiction
Two Trees: flags for sunrise
Two Trees: flags for sunrise Even in the dark recesses of bramble and cave, light spiders in and allows the moon to thread a silver'd path,
By Robert A Black4 years ago in Poets
The Sweet Bite of Licorice Laced Between Fingers
i. If upon a night late in Spring driven by rain falling as small pebbles from a roof you were to see her and begin to call out,
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Poets
BRUISED NIGHT
Let me tell you a story true, tonight: The trees soften like molasses through the night, bent and finger-figured, just as our words honey through our heads and the world in all its endlessness, yields into shape, be it shapeless or not
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Fiction
Bowl of Clams in New Taipei City
Bowl of Clams in New Taipei City Beside the oil-licked gutter, fragrance abounds as the woman chops the fresh Pei Tsai while flirting with entrants,
By Robert A Black5 years ago in Wander