Monday, August 13, 2012

Haiku Monday: Solitary Retreat




Silk, warm on her wrist.

His touch on her sleeve, like flames

at the palace gates.

7 comments:

  1. God only knows what this is all about, but your writing sure is beautiful.

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  2. OhOh... this reminds me of one of those Amy Tan horrors which freak my head into jello.
    Not a journey to a little death but a horrid drumming ceremonial march to a real one?
    Please say not.

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    1. Well, Fishy...I will admit that my Korean dramas do have their fair share of torture and executions (mainly by poison); as well as dirty urchins with very badly matted hair...but there are also great Confucian quotes and excellent lipstick and slow-burning passion. Why would anyone seek solitary refuge going outdoors when one can curl up on her couch with all that?

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  3. LOL!
    There IS a great retreat in visiting a reality not our own!

    One of my friends is a dramatic arts professional. She has her students watch foreign soap operas to examine the art of communication via body language and facial expressions. They call these assignments: "going to the lab".

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  4. Fleur: I am presuming you are aware of the meaning of fishy's "little death." la petite morte = the Big . . . oh, never mind.

    Fishy: My favorite line from Sunset Boulevard: "We didn't need dialogue. We had faces!"

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    1. Hey, Csar? I was born at night; but I wasn't born LAST night.

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    2. My apologies. I continue to learn stuff every day that I should have known long before. I think this reference came down the pike for me in the relatively not distant enough past.

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