yak, yak, yak, yak,
yak….hey, that’s no hawk
that’s a crow!
Taneda Santoka (1882-1940), a wandering beggar poet, preferred bold, decisive works. He felt that poets must honestly express every aspect of their experience. He declared:
“When an art becomes intense, loneliness comes forth, clarity comes forth, strangeness comes forth—if it doesn’t go that far, it’s a lie.”
