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March: On the Cusp

March: On the Cusp

Tis a strange month, March. Both Winter and Spring, cold and temperate, it transitions us from Death to Life, fallow to green. Depending upon the region, depending upon one’s position on this earth, by design or chance, this month will bring us all great changes. For Spinozablue, March brings us poetry by Virginie Colline, and fiction by Donal Mahoney. For this editor, March takes me closer to the lighthouse, and another rereading of the masterful, brilliant goddess of prose, Virginia…

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Virginie Colline: Streetlight Tanka

Virginie Colline: Streetlight Tanka

Streetlight Tanka   Pulse of lights he hops into a taxi to wherever she won’t be       too tall an order the city whispers Giant daisies                       yellow glow the streetlamps dance before his very eyes he kisses them goodnight     Copyright© 2013, by Virginie Colline. All Rights Reserved.   Virginie Colline is a French translator living in Paris. You can read her latest poems in Egg, Seltzer, Yes, Poetry, BRICKrhetoric, Overpass Books, Winamop and Mad Swirl, among others….

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The Mind as Haiku

The Mind as Haiku

For November, Spinozablue welcomes the poetry of Virginie Colline, Joshua Bocher, Greg Mackie and Kyle Hemmings.   __________   Making poetry, making art, comes naturally to humans. For all we know, we’ve been doing this since the dawn of time. It probably brought immense pleasure to the first Neanderthal and his or her tribe when they made speech rhythmic, flow, condense the life around them into a proto-song. I can imagine them delighting in the sounds of brand new lyrics,…

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Virginie Colline: Melancholy Haiku

Virginie Colline: Melancholy Haiku

  threadbare afternoon the kerosene lamp hisses like a rattlesnake   love simulacra he can see the door through her and the night ahead they call her Sorrow the woman in bombazine by the blind window         — by Virginie Colline   Copyright ©2012, by Virginie Colline. All Rights Reserved.   Virginie Colline is a French trans­la­tor liv­ing in Paris. You can read her latest poems in The Orris, Bakwa Magazine, Blue Skies Poetry, Four and Twenty…

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Form is Emptiness. Emptiness is Form

Form is Emptiness. Emptiness is Form

Spinozablue welcomes the poetry of Virginie Colline, Hilary Sideris, Changming Yuan, Kenneth Pobo, Joan McNerney, and the fiction of Shanna Perplies.   *     *     *     *     *   A tip of the hat goes to nnyhav for the link to Tim Parks’ excellent article in the New York Review of Books, The Chattering Mind. While most of the article is about modern literature, there is a section on the Buddhist quest to still the mind which I found brilliantly concise…

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Virginie Colline: Haiku la Nuit

Virginie Colline: Haiku la Nuit

Night Haiku     black row of dumpsters an errant dog laps the moon in a cold puddle he points at the sky a hint of eternity in this diamond night time evaporates behind the doors of shadow moonlit Tsumago   — by Virginie Colline   Copyright © by Virginie Colline. All Rights Reserved.   Virginie Colline is a French translator living in Paris. She has recently been published in Fri Haiku, Literary Juice, Indian Review and Prick of the…

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Recent Additions & Musings . . .

Recent Additions & Musings . . .

Spinozablue welcomes the fine Haiku of Virginie Colline, and the poetic works of Dan Corjescu and Neil Ellmann.   __________   As long as we are alive, nothing is complete. We define this or that aspect of art, music, religion, life itself, and we kill it. In some way, small to great. Yes, poetry can lift art; art poetry. But neither can define or limit or stifle the other. There is always more. Much more. And the best critics know…

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From Paris, With Haiku

From Paris, With Haiku

Silver Lining Haiku     a cloud for breakfast in my hand a pearl of dew against the sultry day      — by Virginie Colline   Copyright© 2012, Virginie Colline. All Rights Reserved.   Virginie Colline is a French translator living in Paris. Her poems have appeared in The Scrambler, The Asahi Haikuist Network, EgoPHobia, Mouse Tales Press, The Electronic Monsoon Magazine, Notes from the Gean, Frostwriting and StepAway Magazine, among others.