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Words That Last

Words That Last

Honda, Keiko

Paperback

PhilosophyBiographies General

Publisher Price: $19.00

PREORDER - Expected ship date February 26, 2027

ISBN10: 1773861972
ISBN13: 9781773861975
Publisher: Caitlin Press
Published: Feb 26 2027
Pages: 172
Language: English
In her third memoir, Dr. Keiko Honda writes from a particular threshold: her daughter's room stands empty, her father's voice thins across long-distance calls, her mother speaks to her six times daily though she's been dead for six years. Living alone in Vancouver with her cat Pumpkin, Honda finds herself between languages, between countries, between the body she had and the body she inhabits now. She turns to the Japanese poets who shaped her before she knew what poetry was: Matsuo Basho, who found karumi (lightness) on swollen feet; Sei Shonagon, who practiced okashi (delighted noticing) a millennium ago. Through concepts like mono no aware (the exquisite ache of impermanence) and yohaku (the eloquence of empty space), Honda excavates a way of attending to the world that her Western training had obscured. What emerges is something rare: a practice of awareness that treats everyday objects-- rain chains, teacups, her daughter's silence, the drivers who hold doors-- as literature itself. Each essay becomes what the Japanese call zuihitsu: following the brush wherever it leads, touching experience lightly enough to let it remain itself. Organized into five movements that explore shu-katsu-- the Japanese practice of preparing for life's completion while still living it-- this book offers not morbidity but clarification. Not resignation but fierce attention to what remains. A book about learning to carry your life the way Pumpkin waits behind Honda's chair each night: with presence, without grasping. About discovering that the weight of beauty and the weight of loss require the same gesture-- an open hand.

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