tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849270578857708223.post444404855081755161..comments2023-12-05T03:34:14.680-05:00Comments on <b>Issa's Untidy Hut</b>: Of This World: Issa's Life and PoemsIssa's Untidy Huthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849270578857708223.post-24921170278148962632010-02-03T14:26:01.300-05:002010-02-03T14:26:01.300-05:00Issa is an old favorite of mine.
He is supposed ...Issa is an old favorite of mine. <br />He is supposed to have written this poem on the death of one of his children: <br /><br />Dew evaporates<br />And all our world is dew--<br />So dear, so fresh, so fleeting. <br /><br />Gail White<br />Www.gailwhite.orgGail Whitenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849270578857708223.post-16256505086939785592010-01-09T06:49:37.845-05:002010-01-09T06:49:37.845-05:00Thanks for the kind words, Bill. Loved the Du Fu ...Thanks for the kind words, Bill. Loved the Du Fu also ... and how fine little details can override the fundamentally ridiculous. <br /><br />Describing "negative capability" as "a certain willful ignorance" when Keats himself defined it as "I mean Negative Capability, that is when man is capable of being in uncertainties, Mysteries, doubts without any irritable reaching after fact & reason." is, well, ignorant. Willful has nothing to do with it. It makes me distrust some of his later arguments, because frankly of my own ignorance. The fine details are just that: fine, in the qualitative sense.<br /><br />Glad you liked the selection, Glenn.Issa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849270578857708223.post-31665418686141661902010-01-09T00:42:14.454-05:002010-01-09T00:42:14.454-05:00Nice selection, Don!
-- Glenn C.Nice selection, Don!<br /><br />-- Glenn C.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5849270578857708223.post-71296524601229484532010-01-08T20:00:50.758-05:002010-01-08T20:00:50.758-05:00Thanks, Don, I love the dust floating my way-
Her...Thanks, Don, I love the dust floating my way-<br /><br />Here's a recent, not-unrelated article you might be interested in, a <a href="http://poems.com/special_features/prose/essay_row.php" rel="nofollow">review</a> of David Hinton's <em>Classical Chinese Poetry</em> anthology by Jess Row.<br /><br />While I think the premise of his essay is fundamentally ridiculous, it is full of fine little details like:<br /><br />"We have to admit that what we are doing is 'overhearing' the poem: trying to imagine what it would be like to understand it."<br /><br />Cheers! Bill<br /><br /><i>"We've lived our lives and have not seen each other,<br />We've been just like the stars of Shen and Shang.<br />Oh what an evening is this evening now,<br />Together in the light of this one lamp?"</i> -- Du FuWAShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10403669322174979974noreply@blogger.com