Reading poems by William Bronk makes me think Bronk-like thoughts, things that he might have written but in fact didn't. I cannot guarantee that I'm getting the tone or substance or Bronk "right" in any meaningful sense. My idea is that all his poems are saying that our constructions of things, all our ways of keeping track, are inconsequential and do not get at reality. I'm seeing that through a zen lens now, but when I started this series I did not yet know about this aspect of zen. Now I see many poems as zen like in this sense, pointing to the "don't know mind."
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