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| Genre/Form: | Poetry poetry Poésie |
|---|---|
| Additional Physical Format: | Online version: Budbill, David. While we've still got feet. Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, ©2005 (OCoLC)607671936 Online version: Budbill, David. While we've still got feet. Port Townsend, Wash. : Copper Canyon Press, ©2005 (OCoLC)608563534 |
| Material Type: | Internet resource |
| Document Type: | Book, Internet Resource |
| All Authors / Contributors: |
David Budbill |
| ISBN: | 155659223X 9781556592232 |
| OCLC Number: | 57286149 |
| Description: | xii, 151 pages ; 23 cm |
| Contents: | Part one. Gama Sennin -- Thirty-five years -- Drink a cup of loneliness -- Thirty-five miles to a traffic light -- In the tradition -- Up here -- Directions -- Irrelevant and useless -- Weather report -- Part two. Smoke and ash -- Inward -- Judevine Mountain built a house -- Perched in these Green Mountains -- I've got my father's ashes on my desk -- The first, the greatest, the best -- All this striving to succeed will make you a failure for sure -- What is ambition compared to death? -- Kim Ku-yong says -- All this ego -- A dream -- Gandhi said once -- November again again -- Just now -- End of November -- Part three. Winter is the best time -- The mind no-mind brought to mind -- Yang Wan-li says -- Same old thing -- Straight like iron -- The emperor -- Easy as pie -- The warrior's question -- If a Bodhisattva -- February 13, 2003 -- It's different now -- Reading Olav Hauge in the dead of winter -- Two views of the same place -- Leaving home -- The woodcutter -- What would I do without her? or, the hypocrite tells the truth for once -- Another winter night -- Part four. Thirty-five years alone -- Well, most of the time anyway -- Wild monk or? -- What is going on here? -- Do something with your body -- Dialogue -- The mountain recluse asks himself a question -- The beautiful people -- Again just now -- He grieves -- The world left behind -- The other -- Ugly Americans -- The rich are never satisfied -- Here and there: a sunny day, April 2003 -- Sympathy for the poor -- April 3, 2003 -- Love song -- Another spring -- Birth and death in the dooryard -- In the year in which I was fifty-seven -- Written while riding the Q Train across Manhattan Bridge into Chinatown in a city I once called home; or, self-pity in the city -- Look at her now -- Now look at me -- Going home -- Judevine Mountain's siren song: upon returning home from the city -- Part five. What it takes -- Summer's here -- Don't speak in the abstract -- Praise for ambition and lust -- After a painting by Tu Chin called The scholar Fu Sheng in a garden -- With Hui-neng -- The old tree -- The way is like language -- No escape -- Litany for the emperor -- Where I went to school -- The evolution of soph -- When Han Shan was twenty-nine -- Questions -- My father is with me -- The circle is unbroken -- Ryōkan says -- Lies -- Walking meditation -- Glad to be who they are -- My father -- Like smoke from our campfire -- Too busy -- The busy man speaks -- Poem with a quotation from Mr. Lin -- Of two minds -- Green Mountain woodchuck landscape haiku -- Right now -- Often I think i'd rather -- The end of August -- Part six. After looking at an anonymous Sung-Dynasty painting called Lake retreat among willow trees -- A little story about an ancient Chinese emperor -- Yellow leaves-red leaves -- October day-October night -- The lazy bees -- No poems -- This shining moment in the now -- My old and well-known lover -- A nameless ghost -- All ye who are doubtful and confused -- Carnal vision -- A question -- That rebellious streak always did him in -- A cave on Judevine Mountain -- Learning patience -- The woodcutter changes his mind -- What good is this? -- It's now or never -- Unnamed in the records of the immortals -- My house -- Making a poem by quoting Issa -- Part seven. What we need -- What have I got to complain about? -- Different names, the same person -- Winter: tonight: sunset -- South China tiger, Green Mountain catamount -- Tomorrow. |
| Other Titles: | While we have still got feet |
| Responsibility: | by David Budbill. |
| More information: |
Abstract:
"Inspired by classical Chinese hermit-poets, David Budbill dispatches poems from his remote Vermont hermitage, Judevine Mountain, but cannot escape the complications and struggles of a modern existence. Forthrightly, his poems confront loneliness, mortality, and political outrage with humor and keen insight."--Jacket.
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