Fate
Frost covers the grass
A week before the solstice
No snow has fallen
On the pathway through the park
An old man walks with a cane
Young lovers maintain
A sense of space around them
Among passersby
***
Graced by the waxing moon sky
Seen through the apple blossoms
A single lonesome
Sparrow looking for its flock
Hops from branch to branch
The forest is in a trance,
The drone of a steady wind
***
"How long has it been?
I'm glad that you could join me
On such a hot day."
She decides that it's O.K.
To share with her friend a dream
It was by a stream
That meandered here and there
And curved out of sight
***
Who knows where the fall leaves might
End up?, perhaps the ocean?
The tidal motion
Millenia of fine sand,
Slowly the sun sets
Standing on a parapet
A goddess sings songs of fate
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Saturday, December 6, 2008
Attention: A Solo Junicho
Attention
Clouds in the distance
In the field filled with stubble
Some patches of ice
Before setting off for work
He scrapes the car windows clear
Time to get in gear,
It will be a busy day
There is lots to do
The building construction crew
Balancing on the high beams
She's amazed, it seems
He always knows what to say
To show he loves her
A gift of a new sweater
Days before the first cold breeze
The bright sun deceives,
It's lacking a basic warmth,
The November air
"Please do not bother, and spare
Me all your lame excuses."
He just refuses
To notice things like blossoms
On the apple tree
Moonlight, a common beauty,
Windows rattle in the wind
It happened again,
A dream of freedom and peace
It seemed very real
They partake of a fine meal,
A gathering of old friends
Clouds in the distance
In the field filled with stubble
Some patches of ice
Before setting off for work
He scrapes the car windows clear
Time to get in gear,
It will be a busy day
There is lots to do
The building construction crew
Balancing on the high beams
She's amazed, it seems
He always knows what to say
To show he loves her
A gift of a new sweater
Days before the first cold breeze
The bright sun deceives,
It's lacking a basic warmth,
The November air
"Please do not bother, and spare
Me all your lame excuses."
He just refuses
To notice things like blossoms
On the apple tree
Moonlight, a common beauty,
Windows rattle in the wind
It happened again,
A dream of freedom and peace
It seemed very real
They partake of a fine meal,
A gathering of old friends
Friday, December 5, 2008
Sanctuary: A Solo Junicho
Sanctuary
After forty years
Dwelling in the winter light --
The aged couple
Contemplating retirement
Watching their grandchildren play
Under the array,
The web of cherry blossoms,
Sitting quietly
As the mind wanders freely
While taking a morning break
He is never late,
His table is always ready,
At the corner cafe
Leaves scatter, falling away,
A cascade of red and gold
The moon, bright and bold,
Traverses the Leo sky
And a few thin clouds
"Turn it down, it's much too loud,"
She's looking out the window
Thoughts, like seeds, can grow
And change the course of a life,
The course of the world
The new house plans are unfurled,
He is very proud of them
"We'll preserve the glenn,"
A summer sanctuary
For birds and wildlife
The hermit, free from all strife,
Listens to the fading wind
After forty years
Dwelling in the winter light --
The aged couple
Contemplating retirement
Watching their grandchildren play
Under the array,
The web of cherry blossoms,
Sitting quietly
As the mind wanders freely
While taking a morning break
He is never late,
His table is always ready,
At the corner cafe
Leaves scatter, falling away,
A cascade of red and gold
The moon, bright and bold,
Traverses the Leo sky
And a few thin clouds
"Turn it down, it's much too loud,"
She's looking out the window
Thoughts, like seeds, can grow
And change the course of a life,
The course of the world
The new house plans are unfurled,
He is very proud of them
"We'll preserve the glenn,"
A summer sanctuary
For birds and wildlife
The hermit, free from all strife,
Listens to the fading wind
Monday, November 24, 2008
Questions: A Solo Junicho
Questions
Early evening calm;
Dry, cold fog, like a thin veil,
On the leafless oaks
The light of the waning moon
Comes from somewhere in the sky
She has no idea
Who's invited her to join
The online forum
While on a June vacation
At the National Park
Away from the heat
Of city buildings and streets
And city traffic
He must answer the cell phone,
His boss expects it of him
A surprise exam,
The students who have studied
Feel vindicated
The weatherman said, "Clear Skies,"
But thick snow is falling fast
Pedestrian wait
For the signal light to change
As a truck speeds by
Young lovers do not perceive
Anything but each other
When does dawn begin?
When is a question answered?
When did I become old?
The first few cherry blossoms
Have opened to the wind
Early evening calm;
Dry, cold fog, like a thin veil,
On the leafless oaks
The light of the waning moon
Comes from somewhere in the sky
She has no idea
Who's invited her to join
The online forum
While on a June vacation
At the National Park
Away from the heat
Of city buildings and streets
And city traffic
He must answer the cell phone,
His boss expects it of him
A surprise exam,
The students who have studied
Feel vindicated
The weatherman said, "Clear Skies,"
But thick snow is falling fast
Pedestrian wait
For the signal light to change
As a truck speeds by
Young lovers do not perceive
Anything but each other
When does dawn begin?
When is a question answered?
When did I become old?
The first few cherry blossoms
Have opened to the wind
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Renga Fields
Renga Fields
One characteristic of renga that distinguishes renga from other long forms of poetry is that renga do not tell a story. Renga is non-narrative in nature. There is no central individual around whom the action swirls and there is no plot device that binds the sequence of images together. Sometimes one can discern a theme to a renga in the sense of a dominant mood or focus. But that is not the same as a plot or narrative. The non-narrative nature of renga is, as far as I know, unique for a form of poetry that in its classical form, could go on for 100 verses or more.
There is a kind of East Asian painting that contains multiple scenes spread over the canvas. The different scenes are often separated by natural formations such as rivers, forests, mountains, etc. As one moves over the canvas the observer takes in a multitude of different depictions. Often this kind of painting served a teaching function. For example, among East Asian Buddhists it was traditional to do a series of paintings on a long scroll. Each painting would depict scenes from a chapter of a Buddhist Sutra. This scroll was then used by Buddhist Priests to lecture on the particular Sutra in question, pointing to scenes in the painting illustrating a passage from a Chapter of a Sutra. This was how, for example, the Lotus Sutra was taught for many centuries. The 28 Chapters of the Lotus Sutra were depicted in 28 paintings and each painting had multiple scenes. You can think of this kind of painting as an early form of power point presentation.
This style of painting could also be used in non-teaching contexts so that, for example, a landscape could encompass multiple seasons or a cityscape could encompass multiple landmarks within the city. In modern times some postcards will have multiple scenes of a city or county to appeal to tourists.
This way of laying out scenes on a flat surface uses the surface as a field and then divides the field into sections, each section having its own focus. The overall impression from the multiple sections is the theme of the field as a whole. For example, a large postcard of Paris might contain the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, a view of the Seine, a Cafe, a bottle of fine French Wine, and maybe a picture of Versailles. And the overall theme that unites these various images is “life in Paris.” There is no narrative to these scenes, but there is an underlying theme.
I think renga is similar to these kinds of paintings and postcards. I think that is why it is a non-narrative form of poetry. There is an underlying thematic unity to the images of a renga, but it is a unity that does not require a narrative, it is not a unity of story or character, it is the unity of a field.
Think of a field. In one corner of a field there is a stand of oaks. Running through the bottom of the field is a creek. A playground for kids has been built in one section of the field with swings and a sandbox. There are several picnic tables here and there. To the left of the middle are several boulders left over from when glaciers were prominent. There are bike and footpaths through the field, as well as more subtle traces of animal trails and their nests and living spaces. All of this is simultaneous; it happens all at once. We observe it in sequence, but it is going on all the time, going on together. That is one of the meanings of experience as a field; that things happen all at once, not in sequence.
Narrative structures are, by definition, sequential. They provide a structure of one thing happening after another. But life isn’t really sequential in nature. It is more complicated than that. Life more closely resembles the depictions on the paintings and postcards I referenced above where many things are happening together.
Renga resembles looking at a field and spotting various scenes or portions of the field. Renga displays the world as a field in which our lives unfold. Renga is non-narrative because the field of life is non-narrative.
In the postcard I described above of Paris the underlying field which unifies the postcard is Paris itself. What is the underlying field which unifies renga? My sense is that the field which renga offers for observation is the field of time. Often we think of time as a series of moments and we sometimes depict time as a line. If, however, we consider time as a field then time becomes more expansive.
The required images in a renga are all signals of the presence of time. The moon verse points to the most ancient timekeeper that humanity had, and the ebb and flow of the moon in the sky is the very essence of time. The blossoming tree verse points to an event which manifests at a particular time and, like the moon, appears from the void, blossoms, and then quickly recedes. The moon is a quick monthly cycle of time, while the blossoming tree is a yearly cycle. The love verse points to a central manifestation of every human life; that moment when love appears. But love resembles the moon and the blossoming tree; it appears for a while and then vanishes. The love verse points to a cycle that resembles the moon and the blossoming tree, but usually manifests once in a human life. And finally, the seasonal verses are manifestations of time that appear and disappear in a regular cycle.
Think of planet earth as a field. Upon this field of earth things appear. Fall appears, blossoms appear, love appears, the moon appears in its various forms. All of this happens all at once and this appearing and vanishing is the field of time.
This is why renga is full of things, the things of everyday life. Because those things are time and time is those things. The appearing and disappearing of the moon, flowering trees, the seasons, they are all time. Time is not the container in which these things happen; the happening of these things is the field of time.
Displaying the world in this way renga gives us a glimpse of the fullness of life. It is difficult for the human mind to grasp the rich complexity of the world in which we dwell. Renga offers us a way to enter into that complexity. Renga does this by displaying for us the field of time, the field of our lives.
One characteristic of renga that distinguishes renga from other long forms of poetry is that renga do not tell a story. Renga is non-narrative in nature. There is no central individual around whom the action swirls and there is no plot device that binds the sequence of images together. Sometimes one can discern a theme to a renga in the sense of a dominant mood or focus. But that is not the same as a plot or narrative. The non-narrative nature of renga is, as far as I know, unique for a form of poetry that in its classical form, could go on for 100 verses or more.
There is a kind of East Asian painting that contains multiple scenes spread over the canvas. The different scenes are often separated by natural formations such as rivers, forests, mountains, etc. As one moves over the canvas the observer takes in a multitude of different depictions. Often this kind of painting served a teaching function. For example, among East Asian Buddhists it was traditional to do a series of paintings on a long scroll. Each painting would depict scenes from a chapter of a Buddhist Sutra. This scroll was then used by Buddhist Priests to lecture on the particular Sutra in question, pointing to scenes in the painting illustrating a passage from a Chapter of a Sutra. This was how, for example, the Lotus Sutra was taught for many centuries. The 28 Chapters of the Lotus Sutra were depicted in 28 paintings and each painting had multiple scenes. You can think of this kind of painting as an early form of power point presentation.
This style of painting could also be used in non-teaching contexts so that, for example, a landscape could encompass multiple seasons or a cityscape could encompass multiple landmarks within the city. In modern times some postcards will have multiple scenes of a city or county to appeal to tourists.
This way of laying out scenes on a flat surface uses the surface as a field and then divides the field into sections, each section having its own focus. The overall impression from the multiple sections is the theme of the field as a whole. For example, a large postcard of Paris might contain the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, a view of the Seine, a Cafe, a bottle of fine French Wine, and maybe a picture of Versailles. And the overall theme that unites these various images is “life in Paris.” There is no narrative to these scenes, but there is an underlying theme.
I think renga is similar to these kinds of paintings and postcards. I think that is why it is a non-narrative form of poetry. There is an underlying thematic unity to the images of a renga, but it is a unity that does not require a narrative, it is not a unity of story or character, it is the unity of a field.
Think of a field. In one corner of a field there is a stand of oaks. Running through the bottom of the field is a creek. A playground for kids has been built in one section of the field with swings and a sandbox. There are several picnic tables here and there. To the left of the middle are several boulders left over from when glaciers were prominent. There are bike and footpaths through the field, as well as more subtle traces of animal trails and their nests and living spaces. All of this is simultaneous; it happens all at once. We observe it in sequence, but it is going on all the time, going on together. That is one of the meanings of experience as a field; that things happen all at once, not in sequence.
Narrative structures are, by definition, sequential. They provide a structure of one thing happening after another. But life isn’t really sequential in nature. It is more complicated than that. Life more closely resembles the depictions on the paintings and postcards I referenced above where many things are happening together.
Renga resembles looking at a field and spotting various scenes or portions of the field. Renga displays the world as a field in which our lives unfold. Renga is non-narrative because the field of life is non-narrative.
In the postcard I described above of Paris the underlying field which unifies the postcard is Paris itself. What is the underlying field which unifies renga? My sense is that the field which renga offers for observation is the field of time. Often we think of time as a series of moments and we sometimes depict time as a line. If, however, we consider time as a field then time becomes more expansive.
The required images in a renga are all signals of the presence of time. The moon verse points to the most ancient timekeeper that humanity had, and the ebb and flow of the moon in the sky is the very essence of time. The blossoming tree verse points to an event which manifests at a particular time and, like the moon, appears from the void, blossoms, and then quickly recedes. The moon is a quick monthly cycle of time, while the blossoming tree is a yearly cycle. The love verse points to a central manifestation of every human life; that moment when love appears. But love resembles the moon and the blossoming tree; it appears for a while and then vanishes. The love verse points to a cycle that resembles the moon and the blossoming tree, but usually manifests once in a human life. And finally, the seasonal verses are manifestations of time that appear and disappear in a regular cycle.
Think of planet earth as a field. Upon this field of earth things appear. Fall appears, blossoms appear, love appears, the moon appears in its various forms. All of this happens all at once and this appearing and vanishing is the field of time.
This is why renga is full of things, the things of everyday life. Because those things are time and time is those things. The appearing and disappearing of the moon, flowering trees, the seasons, they are all time. Time is not the container in which these things happen; the happening of these things is the field of time.
Displaying the world in this way renga gives us a glimpse of the fullness of life. It is difficult for the human mind to grasp the rich complexity of the world in which we dwell. Renga offers us a way to enter into that complexity. Renga does this by displaying for us the field of time, the field of our lives.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Used Books: A Solo Junicho
Used Books
A cold, cloudless sky
The first sliver of the moon --
A few dry leaves fall
On the yard of the new house
Where the fences meet
Frost and ice remain
Even in the afternoon
The shadows are thick
Ruins from an endless war
Shelter a forbidden kiss
At the monument,
Moss upon the marble slabs
Obscures the writing
He gathers a bag of books
To take to the used bookstore
Wafting through the door
Apple blossoms in the wind
Scattered on the floor
In the local laundromat
She sorts her clothes by color
These kinds of routines,
Small chores done regularly,
Keep the world sane
"I don't mean to interrupt,
Would you mind coming outside?"
Beside the back door
A single red rose in bloom
Under the hot sun
A few clouds in the distance --
Perhaps there'll be rain tonight
A cold, cloudless sky
The first sliver of the moon --
A few dry leaves fall
On the yard of the new house
Where the fences meet
Frost and ice remain
Even in the afternoon
The shadows are thick
Ruins from an endless war
Shelter a forbidden kiss
At the monument,
Moss upon the marble slabs
Obscures the writing
He gathers a bag of books
To take to the used bookstore
Wafting through the door
Apple blossoms in the wind
Scattered on the floor
In the local laundromat
She sorts her clothes by color
These kinds of routines,
Small chores done regularly,
Keep the world sane
"I don't mean to interrupt,
Would you mind coming outside?"
Beside the back door
A single red rose in bloom
Under the hot sun
A few clouds in the distance --
Perhaps there'll be rain tonight
Monday, November 10, 2008
Slow Snow: A Solo Junicho
Slow Snow
Before the sunrise
Walking in the autumn mist
The air cool and still
Underneath the roadside bush
The patient fox is waiting
By the garden shed
In the corner of the yard
Near the compost heap
Blssoms of the apple tree
In the clear afternoon light
She reads a novel,
The one her best friend gave her,
And a cup of tea
Scenes from long ago places
Are recalled more often now
The aged couple
Sitting in the hot night air
Beneath the full moon
A flock of angels takes flight
A brief wind raises some dust
"Wait just a second.
I would swear I heard something,"
Then he shakes his head
A blackbird, perfectly still,
Perched on the telephone wire
Over the hay field
Thick, gray clouds are gathering
As night approaches
The first flakes of the season
Falling slowly to the ground
Comment: I thought I would start putting a map, or guide, at the end of my posted renga. I'm thinking this might help some readers, particularly those who are new to renga. If readers have any feedback on this idea, let me know.
Verse 1: Fall/Autumn
Verse 4: Spring and Blossom Verse
Verse 7: Summer, Moon and Love Verse
Verse 12: Winter Verse
It is unusual to have a single verse do triple duty, like verse 7. Double duty is found with the combination of spring and blossom, and often moon and fall are also combined. But three is unusual. As I mentioned in a previous post on the Junicho form, I use a chance procedure to place topics in a Junicho. I role a 12-sided die and assign topics according to the roll of the die. I don't always follow the roll; I'll rearrange the order to provide room for shift, or for esthetic reasons. And the opening verse is always the season I am actually writing the Junicho in.
This time "7" came up three times; for Summer, Moon and Love verses. At first I thought of tinkering with the arrangement, and then I decided it made a nice challenge to see if I could combine all three. So that's how verse 7 came to do triple duty.
Before the sunrise
Walking in the autumn mist
The air cool and still
Underneath the roadside bush
The patient fox is waiting
By the garden shed
In the corner of the yard
Near the compost heap
Blssoms of the apple tree
In the clear afternoon light
She reads a novel,
The one her best friend gave her,
And a cup of tea
Scenes from long ago places
Are recalled more often now
The aged couple
Sitting in the hot night air
Beneath the full moon
A flock of angels takes flight
A brief wind raises some dust
"Wait just a second.
I would swear I heard something,"
Then he shakes his head
A blackbird, perfectly still,
Perched on the telephone wire
Over the hay field
Thick, gray clouds are gathering
As night approaches
The first flakes of the season
Falling slowly to the ground
Comment: I thought I would start putting a map, or guide, at the end of my posted renga. I'm thinking this might help some readers, particularly those who are new to renga. If readers have any feedback on this idea, let me know.
Verse 1: Fall/Autumn
Verse 4: Spring and Blossom Verse
Verse 7: Summer, Moon and Love Verse
Verse 12: Winter Verse
It is unusual to have a single verse do triple duty, like verse 7. Double duty is found with the combination of spring and blossom, and often moon and fall are also combined. But three is unusual. As I mentioned in a previous post on the Junicho form, I use a chance procedure to place topics in a Junicho. I role a 12-sided die and assign topics according to the roll of the die. I don't always follow the roll; I'll rearrange the order to provide room for shift, or for esthetic reasons. And the opening verse is always the season I am actually writing the Junicho in.
This time "7" came up three times; for Summer, Moon and Love verses. At first I thought of tinkering with the arrangement, and then I decided it made a nice challenge to see if I could combine all three. So that's how verse 7 came to do triple duty.
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