I've been working my way through W. S. Merwins book East Window: The Asian Translations and the section on figures or aphorisms is quite telling. Since the aphorisms, more often than not, refer to the foibles of humans, how Ferdinand came into all this I'm not sure. But, there you are or, more precisely, here you go:
in the great bronze Buddha's nose chirping... sparrow babies
After a month of nearly no internet connectivity (thanks, Verizon), Facebook trashing the original Lilliput Review account (here's the new one for those so inclined), I hope to be posting a little more regularly. There will be a Wednesday Haiku posting this week. Thanks for your patience.
Yes, without those two nostrils, my head would have exploded. Now I'm just smelling the flowers.
Why this song you might ask, with total legitimacy? Well, there are many reasons, probably both starting and ending with the fact that this old hippie fart believes this to be the finest song to come out of a unique era of music. And because I gave myself the album on which it appears for Christmas in my very early, impressionable teen years, hence the association.
"River," by Joni Mitchell, has to be one of the most unusual songs to somehow, slowly, slowly, wend its way into the classic Christmas canon. Again, a song that goes straight to heart.
Finally, no explanations necessary here. It's a toss up - who would you rather have come down the chimney, Santa or Eartha? Eartha or Santa? Something in a name, something in a rhyme. Truly, there is only one Santa and, as far as I know, one Eartha.
Eartha. Just think about that name.
Eartha.
Beautiful.
Best of holidays to all. I'm very fond of the winter solstice - a dangerous time, true, for all species, hence all those lights from the upright brigade. Bank up the fire, brothers and sisters. Someone's told me that, from here on out, it will get lighter every day.
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