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I read somewhere that the medieval Japanese, or were they only the samurais that did it, in their elegant and elaborate ways, engaged in a very nice and subtle poetry game.
While they'd feast in the garden, they would write a line on a parchment leaf ; they would then put it on the little creek running thru that garden and let it flow down the stream; the next guest would pick it up and add his line to the former one and so on, and a poem would be born.
Let's do it here, if you're game for this game.
So here's the parchment, sailing silently, baptised by water, upholding it for you to add to my line, which is the first in the oncoming opus, the poem to be born:
A light wind is sailing (from one of my poems, not yet published here)
Dan
While they'd feast in the garden, they would write a line on a parchment leaf ; they would then put it on the little creek running thru that garden and let it flow down the stream; the next guest would pick it up and add his line to the former one and so on, and a poem would be born.
Let's do it here, if you're game for this game.
So here's the parchment, sailing silently, baptised by water, upholding it for you to add to my line, which is the first in the oncoming opus, the poem to be born:
A light wind is sailing (from one of my poems, not yet published here)
Dan
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