a breath of fresh air… a moment of repose by Marcia Twain Brett Brady's "wind in the pages: haiku" lends the reader an oft-overdue moment of repose. Each haiku is a breath -- an unconscious “flash” that, once considered, illuminates the simultaneous significance and futility of thought -- of the act of thinking. Indeed, each page transports us beyond this plateau, as the visceral experience reminds us of what lies beneath and beyond the self-importance we construe through our memory of names and feelings and words: it is not just "poetry," but a lens through which we can recognize (without cognizing if we are so lucky) -- and perhaps even become -- understanding. It is a rare book that one can leaf through randomly or sit down and soak in each page in its carefully crafted order. Highly recommended...
a breath of fresh air… a moment of repose by Marcia Twain Brett Brady's "wind in the pages: haiku" lends the reader an oft-overdue moment of repose. Each haiku is a breath -- an unconscious “flash” that, once considered, illuminates the simultaneous significance and futility of thought -- of the act of thinking. Indeed, each page transports us beyond this plateau, as the visceral experience reminds us of what lies beneath and beyond the self-importance we construe through our memory of names and feelings and words: it is not just "poetry," but a lens through which we can recognize (without cognizing if we are so lucky) -- and perhaps even become -- understanding. It is a rare book that one can leaf through randomly or sit down and soak in each page in its carefully crafted order. Highly recommended...