Showing posts with label Masaoka Shiki. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 31, 2014

PAUSING THE ACTION





emisira wo
uchitairagete
kachitoki no
koe agesomen
haru wa kinikere

The spring has come
When, raising our voices
In a shout of triumph,
We will first celebrate
The destruction of the barbarians.

    -- Hiraga Motoyoshi (1800-1865)


Monday, October 14, 2013

POTTED PLUM BLUES (SHIKI)








when to my pillow
no friends come
I lie alone
turned to face
the potted plums

makurabe ni
tonomaki toko wa
hachiue no
ume ni mukaite
hitori fushi ori






John Lennon and Plastic Ono Band: Yer Blues (Link). 

top:  ms. Page from cookbook of unknown ladies, potted plums recipe, British, ca. 1690s.   

bottom:  Utagawa  Kuniyasu, Actor  Bandô  Mit sugorô  III  Looking at a Potted Plum,  Japanese, Edo period, about 1820s.


Saturday, October 12, 2013

DEEP, DEEP PURPLE (SHIKI)






the purple of the wisteria
that moves like waves
if made into a painting
would have to be a deep, deep purple

fuji nami no
hana no murasaki
e ni kakeba
koki murasaki ni
kakubekarikeri





Deep Purple: My Woman From Tokyo (Link)

Saturday, September 28, 2013

SATURDAY MORNING FEVER (SHIKI, 1901)


 



yÅ«gao no                        I dream of making
tana tsukuran to             a trellis for moon-flowers
omoedomo                      to climb
aki machigatenu              but oh my life that will not
waga inochi kamo            bear the weight till autumn!
 
Note:  How on earth can anyone stand to live with me?  I’ve borne the weight till autumn, by the way, but not gracefully. 

Tonight we adjourned again to our drive, a majestic platform fit for Chariots Of The Gods? visits, at significant sunset.  We live deep inside forest and overlook woods and rises from Signal Hill, Chester County's apex.  Light the most beautiful I had ever seen; no Hollywood artificer-necromancer conjuring A Midsummer’s Night Dream light could possibly have improved it.  It fit my inside-outside-somewhere I guess mood, was substrating, honest and real.  No ballooning spiders but instead a stone, a leaf and an unfound door.