{"id":2484,"date":"2026-06-06T19:47:36","date_gmt":"2026-06-06T23:47:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2484"},"modified":"2026-06-06T19:47:36","modified_gmt":"2026-06-06T23:47:36","slug":"6-summer-shards-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2026\/06\/06\/6-summer-shards-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"#6 summer shards 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Recently, I scrolled through the edited set of photos from my 2014 trip to Korea. It was like a beautiful dream. Images such as the drying persimmons and peppers in the road did not capture the confusion and moments that lacked translation. The tea cups on saucers made from Yi dynasty shards at the temple were beautiful in the spare light. One clear mental image is doing brushwork with the monks I visited with my host. Wrapping pots in practice sheets of calligraphy is another retained poetic image. The meals composed of so many varied shapes of pots along with bowls over flowing with fruit made for striking photos.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat down to do a five minute drawing of a cup from this firing that was inspired by the cups I had made to take with me on my Korean trip. It is a dark outward flange shape with a poem print. No one but I would know the marks are inspired by words. It reminds me of one reason I like writing on the computer; I am certain that someone can read my words. I have the luxury of spell check. When I write by hand it is fast, directly linked to my heart and mind, but often it is illegible. My handwriting holds the risk of misspelling and incomplete sentences. It is a far cry from the careful penmanship I learned in 3rd<\/sup> grade, but perhaps it is the purest form of a poetic communication.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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There are mornings
when everything brims with promise
even my empty cup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Ted Kooser and Jim Harrison, in Braided Creek: A Conversation in Poetry<\/em>, Expanded Anniversary Edition, Copper Canyon Press, 2023<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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