@kimdorman.bsky.social
American poet residing in India / Corbel Stone Press
Time, the black breeze, punctured the air. / Saw the souls as dark, gracefully spinning relics. / All of us caught in the earth’s deaf honey.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
January 3, 2026 at 10:20 AM
Time, the black breeze, punctured the air. / Saw the souls as dark, gracefully spinning relics. / All of us caught in the earth’s deaf honey.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
The curves of thirst: their obscure geometry. / Was two hoofs of breath and a dry stutter. / Was a mouth in a gray marsh, feeding on glints.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
January 3, 2026 at 9:28 AM
The curves of thirst: their obscure geometry. / Was two hoofs of breath and a dry stutter. / Was a mouth in a gray marsh, feeding on glints.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
glad to be home from hospital after tests … but returning next week for consultation … instead of going by car, we’ll take a train to Kochi … Vande Bharat Express
January 3, 2026 at 9:21 AM
glad to be home from hospital after tests … but returning next week for consultation … instead of going by car, we’ll take a train to Kochi … Vande Bharat Express
8 p.m. crossing a bridge … round yellow moon reflected in the river
January 3, 2026 at 6:37 AM
8 p.m. crossing a bridge … round yellow moon reflected in the river
Grinding the dead images to a germinal dust.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
January 3, 2026 at 1:23 AM
Grinding the dead images to a germinal dust.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
To dwell in a space chiseled with whispers. / Everything finally converges, is confluence, but only at the peripheral. / Substance flees.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
January 3, 2026 at 1:20 AM
To dwell in a space chiseled with whispers. / Everything finally converges, is confluence, but only at the peripheral. / Substance flees.
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Holding Flowing Polyphonous”
Reposted
Paul Julien - Nigeria 1950s.
January 1, 2026 at 1:29 PM
Paul Julien - Nigeria 1950s.
after some tests a walk outside the hospital
January 1, 2026 at 12:20 PM
after some tests a walk outside the hospital
bought this read read in hospital,
perhaps it will be interesting
perhaps it will be interesting
January 1, 2026 at 10:07 AM
bought this read read in hospital,
perhaps it will be interesting
perhaps it will be interesting
To explain my poetry would be like explaining the shape of my face.
-Ryunosuke Akutagawa
quoting Bashō
(tr. Cid Corman)
-Ryunosuke Akutagawa
quoting Bashō
(tr. Cid Corman)
January 1, 2026 at 10:01 AM
To explain my poetry would be like explaining the shape of my face.
-Ryunosuke Akutagawa
quoting Bashō
(tr. Cid Corman)
-Ryunosuke Akutagawa
quoting Bashō
(tr. Cid Corman)
in hospital, Kochi …
just arrived; view from window
(afternoon glare)
just arrived; view from window
(afternoon glare)
January 1, 2026 at 9:41 AM
in hospital, Kochi …
just arrived; view from window
(afternoon glare)
just arrived; view from window
(afternoon glare)
Shimpei
A light in the mountains,
white roses and a
small dog’s company
He thinks at sixty
time he made poems
good enough to live.
-Cid Corman
A light in the mountains,
white roses and a
small dog’s company
He thinks at sixty
time he made poems
good enough to live.
-Cid Corman
December 31, 2025 at 12:59 PM
Shimpei
A light in the mountains,
white roses and a
small dog’s company
He thinks at sixty
time he made poems
good enough to live.
-Cid Corman
A light in the mountains,
white roses and a
small dog’s company
He thinks at sixty
time he made poems
good enough to live.
-Cid Corman
the sun down
there
at the salt
hut
perhaps a
shel-
ter for the
night
-from the Noh play
Yashima by Zeami
(tr. Will Petersen &
Cid Corman)
there
at the salt
hut
perhaps a
shel-
ter for the
night
-from the Noh play
Yashima by Zeami
(tr. Will Petersen &
Cid Corman)
December 31, 2025 at 10:17 AM
the sun down
there
at the salt
hut
perhaps a
shel-
ter for the
night
-from the Noh play
Yashima by Zeami
(tr. Will Petersen &
Cid Corman)
there
at the salt
hut
perhaps a
shel-
ter for the
night
-from the Noh play
Yashima by Zeami
(tr. Will Petersen &
Cid Corman)
Eliot Weinberger
December 31, 2025 at 9:21 AM
Eliot Weinberger
a moth eats the gold threads
of the tapestry,
gnawed the edges
of the dream,
I lost count
the broken things
what was
to be my life
-Jonathan Greene
of the tapestry,
gnawed the edges
of the dream,
I lost count
the broken things
what was
to be my life
-Jonathan Greene
December 31, 2025 at 9:13 AM
a moth eats the gold threads
of the tapestry,
gnawed the edges
of the dream,
I lost count
the broken things
what was
to be my life
-Jonathan Greene
of the tapestry,
gnawed the edges
of the dream,
I lost count
the broken things
what was
to be my life
-Jonathan Greene
The contingency
Fell from the ceiling
black. I struck it with
the nearest object. It
coiled; another blow
flattened it to a stain.
The vicious centipede.
-Cid Corman
Fell from the ceiling
black. I struck it with
the nearest object. It
coiled; another blow
flattened it to a stain.
The vicious centipede.
-Cid Corman
December 31, 2025 at 9:09 AM
The contingency
Fell from the ceiling
black. I struck it with
the nearest object. It
coiled; another blow
flattened it to a stain.
The vicious centipede.
-Cid Corman
Fell from the ceiling
black. I struck it with
the nearest object. It
coiled; another blow
flattened it to a stain.
The vicious centipede.
-Cid Corman
I wake from a nap
the sun low
on the wall
shadow play
of my dream
the sun low
on the wall
shadow play
of my dream
December 31, 2025 at 6:50 AM
I wake from a nap
the sun low
on the wall
shadow play
of my dream
the sun low
on the wall
shadow play
of my dream
Eliot Weinberger
December 31, 2025 at 6:16 AM
Eliot Weinberger
Psalms of the leopard and the phosphorescing mosses! Flesh in the wisdom of its crystals!
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Notes on Sound, Speech,
Speech-Crystals and the Celestial Echo”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Notes on Sound, Speech,
Speech-Crystals and the Celestial Echo”
December 31, 2025 at 5:01 AM
Psalms of the leopard and the phosphorescing mosses! Flesh in the wisdom of its crystals!
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Notes on Sound, Speech,
Speech-Crystals and the Celestial Echo”
-Gustaf Sobin,
from “Notes on Sound, Speech,
Speech-Crystals and the Celestial Echo”
Reposted
Silent Matter: Edward Lear's "Hagar and Silsilis, Egypt," 1856. Bequeathed to the Wadsworth Atheneum by Edward Gorey. Initially drawn to this watercolor because it reminded me of Seghers—later to learn of its provenance and Gorey's search for "silent matter" in all art.
November 30, 2024 at 7:02 PM
Silent Matter: Edward Lear's "Hagar and Silsilis, Egypt," 1856. Bequeathed to the Wadsworth Atheneum by Edward Gorey. Initially drawn to this watercolor because it reminded me of Seghers—later to learn of its provenance and Gorey's search for "silent matter" in all art.
Night Sea
Cloud Shell
Moon Pearl
-José Juan Tablada
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
Cloud Shell
Moon Pearl
-José Juan Tablada
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
December 31, 2025 at 2:03 AM
Night Sea
Cloud Shell
Moon Pearl
-José Juan Tablada
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
Cloud Shell
Moon Pearl
-José Juan Tablada
(tr. Eliot Weinberger)
6.55 a.m. east red sky … songbirds … mossy red tiles … dry soil
December 31, 2025 at 1:27 AM
6.55 a.m. east red sky … songbirds … mossy red tiles … dry soil
Let me die in spring
beneath the blossoming trees,
let it be around
the full moon
of Kisaragi month
-Saigyō
(tr. Burton Watson)
beneath the blossoming trees,
let it be around
the full moon
of Kisaragi month
-Saigyō
(tr. Burton Watson)
December 31, 2025 at 1:20 AM
Let me die in spring
beneath the blossoming trees,
let it be around
the full moon
of Kisaragi month
-Saigyō
(tr. Burton Watson)
beneath the blossoming trees,
let it be around
the full moon
of Kisaragi month
-Saigyō
(tr. Burton Watson)