"Tazkirahs were thus somewhat like the kind of chess books that are published for serious players—books that record famous games by great masters, with anecdotal or analytical commentary. These books enable the chess afficionado to study the supreme performances of the past and to relish the great masters’ remarkable techniques and strategies. Authorial comment is often brief and cryptic, presupposing considerable background in the game. It would be misguided to criticize such books because they don’t teach the fundamentals of the game, or narrate its history, or explain its technical terminology. They are addressed to an audience that neither needs nor wants such information." --from Nets of Awareness, 5.

In poems i find no solace as in the olden days
for these strange ills what solace lies in the olden days?

The earth a battlefield of wanton industry
should i apply for solace, as in the olden days?

The wine of wandering, when one is tired and gray
smacks of despair, not solace as in the olden days

Distractions abound, but nowhere any lasting peace,
a whisper of bright solace as in the olden days

Only the touch of your hand and what your gaze implies
can move me still to solace and newly golden days

Nets of Awareness.

as I took it seriously, it was like a