At Usawa, we value every little thing we see and read in a poem. Sometimes we observe, with a child’s eye, the thematic spectrums and the universes they unfold in a grain of sand. Sometimes, the poetic words fly without boundaries, sometimes they express subtle and unexpected feelings and twisted truths experienced from the guts. Some poets persist on “a rhythmic tearing apart of rules” and they long to “To bleed sin/To drip pleasure.”. At times, they observe their gustatory entropy where “you’re hungry but your stomach is so full/you cannot eat.”
