Saturday, May 11, 2013

Tanya Pohrt: The Early Years (with Dad)

1 comment:

Barry Jaffe said...

To the best of my knowledge, Karl's first blog, some 13.5 years ago, focused our attention upon the poetry and art of Wang Wei. If, for now, Karl's beautiful, articulate, moving and meaningful stream of blogs has come to a halt, I offer him these words:

"In these quiet years growing calmer,

Lacking knowledge of the world’s affairs,

I stop worrying how things will turn out.

My quiet mind makes no subtle plans.

Returning to the woods I love

A pine-tree breeze rustles in my robes.

Mountain moonlight fills the lute’s bowl,

Shows up what learning I have left.

If you ask what makes us rich or poor

Hear the Fisherman’s voice float to shore."

Wang Wei

How deeply fortunate I am to know Karl Pohrt. How moving has been his influence upon my life. How rich is the gift of his thoughts, inspiration, and presence. How gentle and kind is his spirit. How instructive and useful are his words. How powerful is his example of what we can be. How grand has been his adventure. How potent is his legacy.

Barry Jaffe