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Cuckoo by Hokusai

“Homesickness”, Poem in Rattle Poets Respond (Online)

“In Kyoto, hearing the cuckoo, I long for Kyoto.” -Bashō, trans. Jane Hirshfield In some sense, homesickness is always a longing for a place that no longer exists. Which is to say that it is always, to some extent, existential. Yet with the rise of populism on both sides of the Atlantic, I have never

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“Who would give me a map to find you, the paper / superimposed with a constantly moving ‘X’?” -From “Father-Son Conversation“ Malcolm. Professor. Triple. Dos. So many x-es, so many ex-es. Expatriate. Expletive. Ex-father. Ex-son. Two lines, for a moment, cross. This is how the Romans made ten. In Arabic numerals, it takes two digits:

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