{"id":5197,"date":"2004-12-16T13:40:46","date_gmt":"2004-12-16T17:40:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/formerlyknownas\/2004\/12\/16\/intro-to-gary-hotham-haikuesq"},"modified":"2011-08-05T14:58:07","modified_gmt":"2011-08-05T18:58:07","slug":"intro-to-gary-hotham-haikuesq-almost-gushes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/ethicalesq\/2004\/12\/16\/intro-to-gary-hotham-haikuesq-almost-gushes\/","title":{"rendered":"intro to Gary Hotham (haikuEsq almost gushes)"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Imagine William Shakespeare penning a sonnet for George at <\/FONT>A Fool in the Forest,<\/FONT><\/A><\/DIV>
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or Willie Gary serving as guest-blogger for <\/FONT>Evan’s Underground<\/FONT><\/A>.  That feeling is<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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almost as good as my being able to introduce Gary Hotham<\/FONT><\/A><\/STRONG> as the newest Honored<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Guest here at f\/k\/a<\/EM>.  <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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I can only say that Gary’s volume breathmarks: haiku to read in the dark<\/EM><\/FONT><\/A>     <\/EM>\"breathmarksH\"   <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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is my favorite single-poet book of haiku, and I have used it often to introduce the people<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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dearest to me to the genre.   Here’s what Dr. Lee Gurga<\/FONT><\/A>, <\/STRONG>past president, Haiku Society of <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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America, says about breathmarks<\/EM>:<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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“What we have all been waiting for a selection of the finest poems by a <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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true master of American haiku. Gary allows us to see, hear, and touch <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the world around us as if for the first time. These poems are true classics <\/FONT><\/DIV>
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of American haiku.”<\/FONT>                                   <\/B><\/FONT><\/DIV><\/BLOCKQUOTE>
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If you’re interested in Gary’s philosophy of haiku, please see his <\/FONT><\/FONT>Why Haiku?<\/FONT><\/A><\/DIV>
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But, first, do what I’d rather do — enjoy some of his haiku:<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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distant thunder–<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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the dog’s toenails click<\/FONT><\/DIV>
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Gary Hotham<\/STRONG><\/FONT><\/A> from <\/FONT>breathmarks: haiku to read in the dark<\/FONT><\/EM><\/A> <\/FONT><\/FONT><\/DIV>
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