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Greeting Buddha
Greeting Buddha
Greeting Buddha
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"Every poem is a battle against style to find words fresh as the moment. This effort quietly moves writer and reader toward a widening capacity for the present, the essential movement of art, culture, science, and religion."
J.M.W.

John Moncure Wetterau has published four novels, a collection of short stories, and four volumes of poetry. The poems in "Greeting Buddha" were written in the author's early seventies. The wandering elder occurs repeatedly in the annals of culture, teaching by example, in love with life, pointing to the here and now. In these poems, readers can share such a journey, absorbing encouragement and compassion for their own travels.

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Release dateJan 25, 2016
ISBN9781311234391
Greeting Buddha
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John Moncure Wetterau

Born in Greenwich Village, New York City, but raised, mostly, by my grandparents in Woodstock, a small town in the Catskill mountains. Midway through sophomore year at Hamilton College, an inner voice said, "Get out!" It seemed crazy, but I knew it was the right thing to do. A fraternity brother told me I'd have no trouble finding work on the shrimp boats in Key West. A friend and I hitchhiked south. Near the New Jersey line we got a ride with another young guy, Pete. "Where you headed?" "Florida." "Me, too." He told us that he'd gotten up before dawn in a small Vermont town, thrown clothes and a baseball glove in the trunk, left a note on his girlfriend's porch, and taken off. We rocked on down the coast, listening to Brenda Lee, getting warmer each day. I left my friends near Miami and went on to Key West. When I got there, I walked to the harbor and asked for a job on the first boat I found that had anyone on board. The captain said, "Shrimp season's over, kid." I think he felt sorry for me. He pointed to a rusty shrimper across the water. "He might take you." I picked up my bag and ran around to the other jetty, arriving just as the boat began to pull away. A man on deck was doing something with a cable. He wore a sweatshirt and had a two-day growth. "I'm looking for work," I shouted over the engine. "You a winch man?" The winch occupied a large part of the deck, a complicated assembly of giant gears and levers. The strip of water below my feet widened. It was jump or forget it. I had a vision of winching the boat upside down in the Gulf. I shook my head and walked to the Southern Cross Hotel, a wooden building with white peeling paint and a sign declaring, The Southernmost Hotel in the United States. I wrote it down in a notebook and have been writing ever since. Along the way I served in the Air Force, earned a degree in computer science from the University of Hawaii, married twice, and raised children. The adventures, the loves and betrayals, the teachers, the lessons---they are in my stories and poems, where, like all writers, I have tried to make of my deeper bio something worthwhile.

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    Greeting Buddha - John Moncure Wetterau

    The Artist’s Reward

    again the blank page,

    the blank day,

    to make your marks

    (as Colleen put it),

    another chance

    to get it right,

    or closer

    Sankta Lucia—2011

    December, a white church

    on a Maine island

    at dusk---Sankta Lucia

    in a snow-white dress,

    wearing a wreath

    of lighted candles,

    leads her attendants singing

    through the crowded pews.

    She is newly beautiful,

    standing in front, flanked

    on each side by younger girls

    in order of their size and age,

    all in white.

    At one end, extra close

    to the next attendant,

    the shortest looks up earnestly,

    round face, round eyes, tiny

    round compressed mouth.

    She is too young or shy to

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