Sunday, January 3, 2010

Khadija Anderson


From Japan, my son texts:

Hey mom, I heard the Clash playing in a Starbucks this morning
and I thought of you. I bought a Bush is not my president
t-shirt yesterday and I visited Hiroshima
and cried for three hours. I'll be home soon.

I asked him had he heard of Mishima the poet
who committed seppuku when his country demonized him
for training young men to be Samurai
long after WWII.

Mishima and I have some things in common.


  1. it's breathless... and it's on time... and it beckons for more...

  2. i really like how different this poem is from the other entries

  3. Love how this poem has the line about Bush (such a great reference to the past decade, but also takes us back even further in time with Hiroshima and the mention of Mishima--tying it all together. Short and powerful!

  4. I love your style K, and how you draw from
    powerful memories. It makes me stop and think,
    not just want to move on. Well done :) - a

  5. GREAT!
    Bush/coffee-my stomach is nauseous_I wonder if Bush would have had the courage to commit Seppukku?

  6. Clash/Starbucks t-shirt/Hiroshima


    personal reflection.

    The poem rocks. Bravo...

  7. the clash playing in starbucks jolts me but what a comment on the last decade.

    and what a poet warrior the mother in the poem is to instill such compassion in her son.

    enjoyed the theme of the duty of the poet.

  8. from Phil Turner:

    I had posted a comment earlier, but it was tragically lost in the virtual universe. So much for technology (So much for.... A phrase from The Art of War, often repeated at the end of each chapter.) This is a great poem. Mishima was a great man, despite what the Britannica has to say. I will write a poem about him soon, having just finished one on Seppuku and the art of suicide without depression. Anyway, every poet should learn to think uncompromisingly, unsparingly, unremittingly, like a Samurai of the pen.