Tuesday, November 27, 2012
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
I return to my favorite sencha today, after a hiatus of months -hardly slumming during the interim, as I had been drinking gyokuro with regularity.
The reunion was a revelation. This sencha, an asamushi, is one that I have always liked for its chameleon nature: freshly-cut grass in one sip, only to segue into a pool of brininess with the next sip.
I saw again with pleasure the pale green liquor, the sediments of varied greens against white porcelain, tasted the familiar notes now more accentuated after an absence.
Posted by cha sen at 2:28 PM
Sunday, November 18, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
|Outside the Poetry Foundation, Chicago|
At the first sounds of the words
that denote, then connote
states alien to me until now
I hear those utterances in my own voice
to you, who have known the waiting
in the uncertainty of the unnamed.
So this wrinkle will settle into the seams of my life
blurring a little the line between us.
Posted by cha sen at 2:25 PM