encounter

The last time it was ten years ago that I got a poem to a picture in the blog, from Wang Wei. It seems a long time, but to inspire a good poem every ten year is not a bad ratio. I am looking forward to the next one

Messi kicks the second goal. A member of the company rises to toast, with an archaic clay vessel in the hand, filled to the brim. Drinks it out, and passes it to the next. “What do they drink to?” “To the ancestors. On St. George’s night we drink to the ancestors, who died, so Georgia could live in freedom.”

“Where you from?” “America.” “Have camera?” “Yes, I have a camera.” “Take my picture!” “Ladno.” After thinking about it briefly, the man in the middle turns around and decides not to be in the picture