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"Fried Scottish breakfast (bottom right) with sausage, bacon, black pudding, haggis, fried eggs, baken beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, potato scones, toast and a cup of tea or coffee for just £5.95." - The Haven
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lawn mole hills!
the menu is not the meal,
my neighbour insists
THOUGHT FOR THE MOMENT
How could this be related to haiku
(especially in the sense of hokku)?
Simply join David's Yahoo group and you will continue to receive your daily (almost) dose of Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828)--with English translation and comments by David G. Lanoue. (The purpose of this group is only for the email.) Also, it's on Twitter here. . .
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"My own method for walking is to hit a steady relaxed rhythm after a slow warm up (1/2 mile). By relaxed one means precisely that. Towards the end of a trek the relaxation (intentionally) is even more so whilst average speed is maintained. Think "yoga" on the move. This is the best advice for ginkoists." - jp
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Epoptai:
'those who had seen'-
ie: gravity's apple
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"I recommend that all ginkoists, young and old, carry detailed ID and a mobile - just in case a helicopter is required. You know, like if it's the middle of nowhere on a cold winter's night, with only stars for warmth and moonlit snow for a blanket." - jp
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trickster wind,
seems a sad, solitary figure-
lamb's wool with leaf
see bees 19
"Bees are such consummate flyers that some species can achieve speeds of 45 mph, weight for weight they can produce the same power output as an aircraft piston engine. It can fly 2 million miles per gallon of honey." - Simon G Powell
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not so fast,
there's a road - STOP!
too late. . .
autumn's little girl
her eyes
D O C O L U D E
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"Details of the many walks I made along the crest have blurred, now, into a pleasing tapestry of grass and space and sunlight." - Colin Fletcher
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discarded
the idea of a toadstool
as litter
on an invisible trail
haunted by plankton
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"None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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in an autumn forest
the spotlit erosion of animals
explains a way
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at the church yard
some kids in sheets with peep holes
practice
I S S A L U D E
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press pic
"Japan (or, rather, Nippon, as was before the westernisation) seems to be the repository of a special thing; a unique coalition of DNA intent. Nowhere else on earth have I found such rich variety and nucleated depth of aesthetics (the tool of mystic fluency). Some say that China cast a shadow and this became Japan. However, I do not buy this statistical notion." - jp
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the world of dew
is the world of dew
and yet, and yet…
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see the weirdo,
hanging around to stare
at a cubic yard
full of nothing
but brambles
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"I am sure there are cliques, as there are book clubs, but it is not a community." - author unknown
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casual leaf-
in the blink of an eye
a spider's bad luck
W O R D L U D E
"I bought a record of wasp sounds but didn't recognise any of them.Turned out I was listening to the B side."
by B rian
S M I L E L U D E
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Things to do on a ginko (haiku walk)? I quite enjoy, for example, 'accidentally' finding a slightly crooked branch which is slender enough to employ as a staff (walking stick) and seeing how that works as such. Does it bounce back into your hand when dropped to the ground in the vertical? They usually do if the correct angle is found. Like fingerprints, each is unique. It's interesting to crack the puzzle. They also make their own sort of music which can be fun to orchestrate accompanied by prevailing sounds of nature. Birds, in particular, if they have nothing better to do, usually join the fun in passing - often with rhythmic mimicry. But, there are many more sounds than that. In fact, it really opens up the ears to much that may be overlooked (or, rather, not usually overheard). Good for those stretches of the journey where writer's block, or a dull trail sequence, or... whatever, gets the better of the old immaculate concentration (zenjo).
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zig-zag ,
zag-zag-zig. . .
leaf disco
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When my daughter (Katie) was little she'd stand on my feet and we'd dance like that. For some reason the pic on this post reminds me. ◠‿◠
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each raindrop
in the spider's net
reflects a leaf
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If this post's image was part of a seasonal prints series I'd probably call it: "Autumn Hallelujah". Even though that imaginary title has ironic overtone and is a bit silly. ◠‿◠
The truth to tell, I was seeing the dynamics of the trees' visual expression in the form of a fundamentalist, evangelical Christian dance of praise. The irony being that, in this scenario, The Lord was being praised for withdrawing life. Thus a dance praising death.
However, this might also be regarded (with faith's fiat currency of unlimited inflationary optimism) as praise for being uplifted into the clouds of heaven out of earth's mire.
In this regard I am of the firm understanding that autumn, in transnational paganism's faeryland, is spring (by mirrored reversal of adjacent planes of being) and that later monotheistic systems of belief (such as Christianity) built on this innate DNA data/vision as it were a plant reaching for the sunlight.
NOTE There's even a bucket in foreground, presumably for the collection.
One of my favourite Issa hokku is this:a rush of red leaves
blown against him...
scarecrow
- Issa
Compare and contrast with the last post's haiku:
each raindrop
in the spider's net
reflects a leaf
- jp
What they both have in common could be displayed in a modern art gallery. This is a type of imagist biased offering that Issa returned to regularly:
one push
is all red leaves...
river of melting snow
- Issa
There we have a painting and here we have a sculptural assemblage in tanka form:
see the weirdo,
hanging around to stare
at a cubic yard
full of nothing
but brambles
- jp
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see the weirdo,
hanging around to stare
at a cubic yard
full of nothing but brambles
in a penny arcade
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A crossroader suggested that a formal improvement could be made on a previous version of this [see Oct 23]. I like it. The "penny arcade" is imaginary, yet symbolically apt. I said: "Well, I do think the quintain (as seasonal tanka) [see link-1] does it's job (demonstrates that the "weirdo", contrary to politically correct, stereotypical public space ritual expectation, is actually simply in their own perceptual open air art gallery, regarding - by standing and staring - a cubic section of brambles and abstracting this cognitive cuboid into a contemplative void, as it were on an exhibit podium, or in suspension by wires)." And then did this post's variation which modifies the original's last 2 lines into one line, with the subsequent addition of the new line-5. For clarity, here is the origin (which still stands as a completed item):
see the weirdo,
hanging around to stare
at a cubic yard
full of nothing
but brambles
jp
On a slightly different note (and especially the comments) see. . . http://is.gd/Z2oqav
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out of its shell
the neighbour's old collie
herds a leaf
27
gut flora,
as an autumn garden-
imagine
28
along a thread in space
from its loosely darned eatery
curled in dark amaze-
perhaps with myriad sisters
for while roams other Edens
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Web spiders cocoon themselves and their eggs away from their sticky fishing nets when the cold weather comes around. It's easy enough to find the long thread which leads to their cosy silken boudoirs. I imagine it is quite nice inside them, perhaps glowing with opal light and the eggs in a seperate chamber.
This tanka form micropoem puzzles the spider's dreamland. Wondering if they are in some spider Arcadia (as the babes prosper in dreamless sleep, back in the chilly solid).
In L3 I use a phrase from a Genji waka (uta, tanka). What a wonderful phrase it is. This would be, in Nippon aesthetics, a tip of the hat the Japanese call honkadori. In that spririt it is used in my own humble context.
That quintain (5 line poem) from Tales of the Genji seems to resonate with this famous last words:
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way.
John Milton, Paradise Lost
And so that appears also in my tanka's liminal internet of historical precedent.
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"Sometimes the heart simply stops beating for no reason."
- anon
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colder days. . .
but a woolly dream-catcher
in new gum boots
does the walking tent of ages
cheery of God's wet tabernacle
N E W G U M B O O T S
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(also see 26) 29
Not why? There is a time for this and a time for that. Mostly, though, there is no time at all. To be ensnared by words is to become beguiled by nonsense. Over and over. Only in the silence is this, you know, rather than that. It is said between question and answer is silence. In the beautiful Now there are no questions? And yet. . .
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each raindrop
in the spider's net
reflects a leaf
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avoiding certain toadstools,
listen to them all. . .
munching
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oh little lark. . .
why bully so (and dive bomb thrice!)
God's autumn kestrel?
in grass now peeps, all hid from day
'til you forget, then chocks away!
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Chatty waka, or succinct nature tanka? The debate rages on... http://is.gd/fScMaH
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This is a great misconception that many people have regarding the fruiting bodies of fungi. Contrary to popular belief, mushrooms and toadstools are not like flowers.
Rather, they are seasonally projected by what can be a very extensive matrix just under the surface called a mycelium. That is a consisting of a mass of branching, thread-like hyphae which, probably like bees, is a colonial aggregate merging with one entity status.
Frankly, my own view is that 'ecology' is the clue. Wherever we frame an ecological cooperative we surely have a single psychic entity. Scale this up to cosmos and we have a living universe. Multibeing for short.
So, fungal fruiting bodies are NOT like flowers. Which reminds me of this:
in this world
we walk on the roof of hell
gazing at flowers
- Issa
in this world
we walk under heaven's floor
gazing at footprints
- jp
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