Sometimes technology just sneezes. Since we were heading out to the woods for three days this past weekend, I thought I'd schedule a post for Sunday. Simple little task, no biggie.
Well, with Blogger, nothing is ever really simple. This go round, when I came back late Monday I discovered the formatting kerflooey and the youtube video pulling a Godzilla all over the page. So, my apologies, folks, I've reposted everything with corrections.
Of course, this gives me the opportunity to say we had a great time hiking in the woods, reading, and generally cavorting around the lodge where we stayed. It also gives me the chance to pass along two Issa snow-related translations by the David G. Lanoue:
he's also in no mood
to sweep the snow...
scarecrow
first snowfall--
it too
becomes Buddha
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
glad you had a good time!
ReplyDeleteneat house. looks like Issa lived
ReplyDeletevery well.
is that addition
the gift-shoppe?
Man, when I go to the woods I try to forget about anything resembling technology. Other than some binoculors.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Greg ...
ReplyDeleteCharles, yeah, that was the idea and it worked well until I got back ...
Ed, the "shack" has the suspicious look of a museum of sorts ... wonder if there are notecards and shot glasses and kerfuffles on the inside ...
I enjoyed the snow haiku very much.
ReplyDeleteToday is very rainy where I am in Northern Cal. Perhaps I should write some rain haiku. Now that is a good idea although I am feeling transparent.
Winter haiku writing can be a challenge.
Best Wishes,
/ph
why is it difficult?
ReplyDeletejust drop the conditional ("should") and the abstract ("I") and
write the poem.
rain rain rain
the way is muddy
no one comest to visit
How Pleasant!
PH, Glad you liked the Issa snow haiku - difficult for me, too, to write winter haiku ... it's a question of probing the mood, I guess ...
ReplyDeleteAnd then, of course, Ed shows us the (muddy) Way - good one, Mr. B.
Issa's home looks tiny, but well appointed like his haiku. I love these words here, a wave of sensations.
ReplyDeleteacording to my extensive
ReplyDeleteand exhaustive
re-search
Issa's tiny house
is/was
actually
the store-house(shed of teh big house
(which may be the structure off (behind) on the right)
thias research has just led me
into another "haiku moment":
full moon
rakes and hoes
my dirt-floor hut
more:
ReplyDeleteJust went to my shelf-of-haiku-Masters
and found my print-out of
Robert N. Huey's work (via J STOR)
"Journal of My Father's Last Days. Issa's 'Chichi no Shuen Nikki'"
it was published in
Monumenta Nipponica, Vol 39, No 1, (Sprong 1984), pp. 25-54
Right you are, Ed ... this is the toolshed/shack, w/some serious renovation and cagey photog .... another nice ku ...
ReplyDeleteOff to J-stor to check out the Journal of My Father's Last Days - thanks for the tip.
here: the Issa thing:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.jstor.org/pss/2384479
a friend sent it to me
soon after my dad died in 2002
(via jstor) as I don't qualify to get into jstor...
Thanks, Ed ... you sometimes need a subscription for JStor ... but I got it.
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