Bøker av Joel Weishaus

While I Was Waiting For You is the expanded and revised edition of Joel Weishaus' Collected Poems, Feels Like Home Again, published in 2014. The present volume includes thirty poems since found, and an addendum of six very early poems. In this volume of poems made between 1965-2000, Weishaus addresses his experiences in San Francisco during the 1960s and 70s; a journey to Japan in 1968, building a Japanese-style garden in California, a one-year hermitage in a mountain cabin, and living in northern New Mexico. These poems form the foundation for Weishaus' later work, including his celebrated Digital Literary Art.

Endorsements:""I think a book should be intelligent, well-crafted, and beautiful. A book is not a message to grasp but an object to love. I love this new book of haiku and images and will be happy to be in its presence, touch it, and feast on it for many years. It is a perfect example of John Keats'' idea of soul-making: transforming the everyday into beautiful and probing reflection. It is what Wallace Stevens called ''a mirror with a voice.''""-- Thomas Moore, author of Care of the Soul and Dark Nights of the Soul""This deeply human dialogue of haiku and commentary follows in the footsteps of Issa and Buson. Rosen and Weishaus express their psychological wisdom with lightness, humor, and a uniquely personal touch. A treasure!""-- Claire Douglas, author of Translate this Darkness and The Woman in the Mirror""An altogether pleasurable book indeed!""--Robert Creeley, author of Life and Death""This book of texts and encounters, of poetic moments and prose commentaries, of interpersonal responses, has the feeling of a work that is both very ancient and utterly contemporary. It enacts what it''s about--a spiritual journey, a creative healing.""--Edward Hirsch, author of Lay Back the Darkness and Wild Gratitude""To have one''s soul evoked by reading, that in itself can be a scared act. To me, since forever, el libro es sancta: a book is blessed--for inside, there can be water glistening to moisten the parched throat, and a thunder of wings that can carry us to a homeplace where exists essential remembrance of ''what truly matters.'' Haiku, to me, is the quintessential story form, one that like a twilight is meant to be walked through with care, so as to see and feel the clarity of things that cannot be seen from a dusky afar. This work you hold in your hands offers that twilight walk, and more.""--Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Ph.D., author of Women Who Run with the Wolves and The Gift of Story