Art is something that every
woman is born with; every man
begins to be a kind of artist when he falls in
love.Asceticism
is found, it is true, whenever a man gives up pleasure
for pain, happiness for blessedness, when
for example an athlete makes himself mentally
and physically fit for a contest, but the asceticism
spoken of here is not a means to an end. It is an
end in itself, and therefore cannot be questioned;
it cannot be explained or justified. It may seem odd
that this sobriety of asceticism
should be vitally connected with the piquancy of art. It should be noted however that art tends from life to artificiality, from the simple to the complex, the penny plain to the tuppence coloured, but the art of
haiku is as near to life and nature
as possible, as far from literature and fine writing as may be so that the asceticism is art and the art is asceticism. This kind of thing we see in Chuangtse and
Hanshan,Thoreau,Wordsworth and Clare; and also in Bach, Giotto,Eckhart,Spinoza,Socrates, Cervantes,Conrad and Stevenson; in Bashōand Issa.
R.H.
Blyth, A History of Haiku, Volume 1, Tokyo, The Hokuseido Press, 1963
Tuppence Coloured -- Mr. G.
French as Harlequin (English;
early to mid-19th century)