Here is a tree from the archives. I took this picture of a tree at the back entrance (parking garage entrance) of the Urimbobo apartment building, where I lived for 7 out of the 11 years I lived in Korea. So I knew the tree well, and no doubt walked past it hundreds if not thousands of times – I would pass it anytime I left my apartment building to go anywhere except to work, as all the shopping and the closest subway station were out the back entrance.
At the time I took the picture, I was noticing the Buddhist icon (the swastika) on the advertising – realizing I had a Buddhist fortune-teller in my building with me.
I didn’t take a picture of a tree today because I was working on my well-head-shed-thingy, and got really tired out doing that.
[daily log: digging, a lot]
Day: May 11, 2019
Caveat: Poem #1014 “Logos”
ㅁ The thought climbs up astride its weary mount To better seek and target its intents, Infecting other minds like airbourne scents - A viral dream where every glance will count. A prophet then, I forge through these events, Betraying with my words their very fount And caring not at all - who could discount? You see them, now, such cloudy, cool portents. Let's undertake to rule the world's wide mind By sending out that energetic thought: Its consequences gradually unwind. And finally, behold what thinking wrought: Baroque descriptions seemingly designed To lift a universe up out from nought.
– a sonnet in iambic pentameter.
