The art of saying what cannot be said

Koshiro Onchi Poem no 6 1948 woodblock

Koshiro Onchi, Poem No. 6, woodblock print (1948)

I’m currently reading Claudia Rankine’s Citizen and it has got me thinking about the ability of poetry to ‘describe the indescribable’, as Alan Watts puts it in his lecture ‘Buddhism as Dialogue’. ‘Poetry is the great language,’ he says. ‘It is the art of saying what cannot be said.’ Continue reading The art of saying what cannot be said

Entering

This is the poem that inspired the name of this blog. It reminds me of the feeling I get when I’m walking in a familiar area and look down a street I’ve often passed by before. Something catches my eye: a colourful mat hanging over a balcony ledge, a bush of hydrangeas or a line of trees at the end of the road. What’s behind them? I wonder. What else would I see if I walked down that street?  For me, that is how inspiration feels.  I like the idea of creating a world out of one black tree, and then letting it go. Continue reading Entering