Tuesday, July 06, 2010

wund
throuch the backlans
...rispy saxyphone




wind
through the ghetto
...raspy saxophone

9 comments:

  1. John, you posted a comment on the T S Eliot post but it has not appeared. I've no idea why. I think 4 comments are missing in all. Must be some gremlins at work.
    Best regards,
    Gwilym

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  2. Pianissimo or fortissimo... fine one John! _m

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  3. sad but beautiful

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  4. Some hot jazz playing there, John!

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  5. Nice one John - I like it.

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  6. experienced that psting problem also, but what i realized after was that it just took a while before it could be seen at the particular blogs
    about this haiku enjoyed the juxtaposition of sound quality

    much love
    gillena

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  7. Scots is a funny old thing, so different up Aberdeen way (where between fit and far half the vocabulary is covered)and down my way in Galloway.
    Enjoyed you haiku though often in need of your translation even though I should be well familiar wih Edinburgh talk - shall continue to read with facination to see how you write it.

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  8. very nice, John :)

    wishes,
    devika

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