all day
wearing a hat
that wasn't on my head
Jack Kerouac
My reading of late is strictly in the history of English language haiku and I was extremely pleased to run across
praise for Jack's early work in the form by no less a luminary than
Cor van den Heuvel (in his volume,
Baseball Haiku). Going through Jack's
Book of Haikus (tangentially to the writing project I've been working on) once more, very slowly, has been a true delight.
Here's a little Sunday something that deserves to be #130 on
Issa's Sunday Service - it's got the cred - but let's just enjoy for now, eh? I was going to use
the Blues Project's more well-known rendition but the legendary composer,
Eric Andersen, didn't trim the lyrics back, so I went that way.
And they, those lyrics, are gorgeous ...
(P.S. Because the connections just never seem to stop, I just stumbled on the fact that Andersen was born in Pittsburgh, PA, and that he contributed "The Brooklyn Bridge Blues: Chorus 10," from
The Book of Dharmas, for the
Kicks Joy Darkness compilation, on the work of Jack Kerouac. Oh, yeah.)
Violets of Dawn - Eric Andersen
Take me to the night
I'm tippin' topsy turvy turning upside down
Hold me tight and whisper what you wish
For there is no one here around
Oh you may sing song me sweet smiles
Regardless of the city's careless frown
Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into petal sprays of Violets of Dawn
In blindful wonderments enchantments
You can lift my wings softly to fly
Your eyes are like swift fingers reaching out
Into the pockets of my night
Whirling twirling puppy warm
before the flashing cloaks of darkness gone
Come see the no colors fade blazing
Into petal sprays of Violets of Dawn
Some Prince Charming I'll be
On two white steeds to bring you
dappled diamond crowns
And climb your tower Sleeping Beauty
Before you ever know I've left the ground
You can wear a Cinderella Snow White
Alice Wonderland-ed gown
Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into petal sprays of Violets of Dawn
But if I seem to wander off in dream like looks
Please let me settle slowly
It's only me just staring out at you
A seeming stranger speaking holy
I don't mean to wake you up
it's only loneliness just coming on
So let the no colors fade blazing
into petal sprays Of Violets Of Dawn
Like shadows bursting into mist
Behind the echoes of this nonsense song
It's just chasing whispering trail
Of secret steps see them laughing on
There's magic in the sleepiness of waking
to a childish sounding yawn
Come watch the no colors fade blazing
Into petal sprays of Violets of Dawn.
the little boy
tumbling all day...
violets
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
Photo by Samalah
best,
Don
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