tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15401982.post114877339605614565..comments2024-01-11T19:21:29.397-08:00Comments on Julie R. Enszer: Bonsai at the National ArboretumJulie R. Enszerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18225279980205699210noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15401982.post-1155091849661343002006-08-08T19:50:00.000-07:002006-08-08T19:50:00.000-07:00Yes! Yes! I have to say prior to seeing the bonsai...Yes! Yes! I have to say prior to seeing the bonsai at the National Arboretum that is exactly how I felt. I know that I could not ever engage in the daily discipline required of bonsai, nor would I want to. I eschew altering nature like this with my own hand, but when I see the work of others, I can appreciate it. The daily devotion to creating something deemed beautiful. Not unlike writing poetry.Julie R. Enszerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18225279980205699210noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15401982.post-1150144628598055932006-06-12T13:37:00.000-07:002006-06-12T13:37:00.000-07:00another take on the art of bonsai...A Work of Arti...another take on the art of bonsai...<BR/><BR/>A Work of Artifice<BR/> by Marge Piercy<BR/><BR/>The bonsai tree<BR/>in the attractive pot<BR/>could have grown eighty feet tall<BR/>on the side of a mountain<BR/>till split by lightning.<BR/>But a gardener <BR/>carefully pruned it.<BR/>It is nine inches high.<BR/>Every day as he<BR/>whittles back the branches<BR/>the gardener croons,<BR/>It is your nature<BR/>to be small and cozy,<BR/>domestic and weak;<BR/>how lucky, little tree,<BR/>to have a pot to grow in.<BR/>With living creatures <BR/>one must begin very early<BR/>to dwarf their growth:<BR/>the bound feet,<BR/>the crippled brain,<BR/>the hair in curlers,<BR/>the hands you<BR/>love to touch. [1973]Elizabethhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11405299894297353236noreply@blogger.com