Martin Cohen was born in the South Bronx somewhere on Simpson Street, went to a Yeshiva on East Broadway and Canal Street, and then lived in the South of Brooklyn, the South of Long Island, The Southern Tier of Upstate New York, The South of Manhattan, and finally South Jersey in Egg Harbor.
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martin martin MARTIN…
my attention was diverted, why, because of the light. i wonder if perchance, or happenstance, “guy”is your protege.
this “sun” thing has become an unpleasantly conspicuous dazzling flagrant, for lack of another adjective, plainly obvious looking into the light without one’s shades on.
skip the rhetoric, and go to the back of the class, but to whom would i be addressing…
why does one attempt to do something, while failing to consider for one additional second, a somewhat better version of a “word”.
or conceivably we were experiencing solar flares.
first line’s “sunlight” completely snowed me, in addition to flooring me.
who might i hand my thesaurus to….
remake…
case in point:
twilight, dim light, surreal light, lack of light, bright lights, headlights, amiable lights, glimmer of light
(get the point)
martin, i am not questioning your love of daylight. neither am i questioning the usage of sunlight within your haiku. i am merely “suggesting” that it’s usage can be brighten by the narrowing of that moment when there was sunlight and this particular bird trying to arrive at it’s destination.
your work captures a moment in time, or even a moment as the crow flies, but during which part of the day or might it not matter…
in your like for sunshine, and i am in agreement with those who enjoy it along with you, the light from the sun does wondrous things for mankind.
though trying to focus on this solitary sparrow, or maybe there was a flock, the time of day seemingly would enhance what you observed …
interesting how one loses focus. if wishes could readily come true, my first wish might be, “others were as sensitive to the haiku as they are to my words”.
stella, it did my heart wonders to at least know you were following my words, regardless of their longevity.
stella, i tend to read others’ words, also, as i did yours today. one part i must agree with, “Well, that’s how I look at it”. with this in mind, that says enough. i look forward to comparing notes with another even though they are in total disagreement with me. this way i can evaluate what i have said as having merit, rather than merely attacking them for taking the time to explain what thoughts are crossing their mind, even though it appears as though it is an endless plain.
stella, i feel, mind you , you are able to express yourself in greater details. please, prove to me i am right in my assumption.
sorry about the pause, stella, i had to take a breather.
in continuing:
all the difference of opinions can only aid me in seeing things with a deeper mind’s eye.
“yammer”, hmmm, stella i was beginning to think you were making up some of your words as you proceeded.
stella, see, even with my limited education, or the possibility, as someone said, of my not being real, others are daily adding to my knowledge, for this i thank you and the others.
yammer: to lament, wail, whine, or complain. to talk loudly or persistent. this apparently is not a word i’ve myself using, perhaps it being akin to a mirror, while giving a true reflection of me???
stella, i trust you are having as much fun as i am.(smile)
oops, stella, forgive me, for keeping some of my words to myself. in my closing above, it should read, “this apparently is not a word i’ve found myself using…”
martin martin MARTIN…
my attention was diverted, why, because of the light. i wonder if perchance, or happenstance, “guy”is your protege.
this “sun” thing has become an unpleasantly conspicuous dazzling flagrant, for lack of another adjective, plainly obvious looking into the light without one’s shades on.
skip the rhetoric, and go to the back of the class, but to whom would i be addressing…
why does one attempt to do something, while failing to consider for one additional second, a somewhat better version of a “word”.
or conceivably we were experiencing solar flares.
first line’s “sunlight” completely snowed me, in addition to flooring me.
who might i hand my thesaurus to….
remake…
case in point:
twilight, dim light, surreal light, lack of light, bright lights, headlights, amiable lights, glimmer of light
(get the point)
lone sparrow crosses river
to brooklyn heights
thanks martin, for setting this into motion.
Thanks for your response. I like sunlight very much. It makes me feel warm even in the cold, and it makes even a slum look almost habitable to me.
martin, i am not questioning your love of daylight. neither am i questioning the usage of sunlight within your haiku. i am merely “suggesting” that it’s usage can be brighten by the narrowing of that moment when there was sunlight and this particular bird trying to arrive at it’s destination.
your work captures a moment in time, or even a moment as the crow flies, but during which part of the day or might it not matter…
in your like for sunshine, and i am in agreement with those who enjoy it along with you, the light from the sun does wondrous things for mankind.
though trying to focus on this solitary sparrow, or maybe there was a flock, the time of day seemingly would enhance what you observed …
This haiku’s all right. I picture the sunlight guiding the sparrow for the day’s journey. Well, that’s how I look at it.
Jeez, Bob, get to the point sometime today. Yammer, yammer, yammer . . .
interesting how one loses focus. if wishes could readily come true, my first wish might be, “others were as sensitive to the haiku as they are to my words”.
stella, it did my heart wonders to at least know you were following my words, regardless of their longevity.
stella, i tend to read others’ words, also, as i did yours today. one part i must agree with, “Well, that’s how I look at it”. with this in mind, that says enough. i look forward to comparing notes with another even though they are in total disagreement with me. this way i can evaluate what i have said as having merit, rather than merely attacking them for taking the time to explain what thoughts are crossing their mind, even though it appears as though it is an endless plain.
stella, i feel, mind you , you are able to express yourself in greater details. please, prove to me i am right in my assumption.
sorry about the pause, stella, i had to take a breather.
in continuing:
all the difference of opinions can only aid me in seeing things with a deeper mind’s eye.
“yammer”, hmmm, stella i was beginning to think you were making up some of your words as you proceeded.
stella, see, even with my limited education, or the possibility, as someone said, of my not being real, others are daily adding to my knowledge, for this i thank you and the others.
yammer: to lament, wail, whine, or complain. to talk loudly or persistent. this apparently is not a word i’ve myself using, perhaps it being akin to a mirror, while giving a true reflection of me???
stella, i trust you are having as much fun as i am.(smile)
oops, stella, forgive me, for keeping some of my words to myself. in my closing above, it should read, “this apparently is not a word i’ve found myself using…”
am i beginning to appear human after all..
An inspiring image, and the longer second line makes the poem more vivid.
Thank You, Ellen.
morning walk
a robin chirps
and sprints from a bush
a haze —
the sweat cross my brow
rainfall
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