Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 16, 2010 20:57:43 GMT -5
11/16/10
A single misstep
Went unnoticed at the time,
Though now I must limp.
I can only conclude that
Growing old's not for sissies.
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 17, 2010 0:03:17 GMT -5
November 17th
Rock says to Water
Why do you not stand steady?
Like me, Life's anchor
Water says to Stone, I can't
I am Life, and must move on
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 17, 2010 23:22:37 GMT -5
11/17/10 At once the mountain Seems to gather her white hems Then spread them again. Fog unfurls itself across The bay like a silken train. Mount Tam was being engulfed by fast moving fog coming through the Golden Gate this afternoon. I once raced a fog bank that was heading south from the Golden Gate as I was crossing the Bay Bridge from Oakland on my way to San Francisco Airport. The fog caught me before I made it to the airport. vimeo.com/15069551 gives an idea how spectacular the fog can be. |
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 18, 2010 5:28:36 GMT -5
11/18/10
Fine as a sliver
The blue sky pulls up the grey smoke
Sacred to the sea
Twists of driftwood raked in peaks
Burning as fishermen watch
A kind of love poem for Enoshima. Such a great place.
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 18, 2010 21:54:42 GMT -5
A distant bell tolls
As blood-hued maple leaves lie
Dead in the gutter.
The echoes die as all are
Scattered by an autumn wind.
When Li Guang Ming quoted the "Gion Shoja" lines from Sukiyaki Western Django, I went back and looked at the Helen McCullough translation of the Tale of the Heike.
"The sound of the Gion Shoja temple bells echoes the impermanence of all things; the color of the sala flowers reveals the truth that the prosperous must decline. The proud do not endure, they are like a dream on a spring night; the mighty fall at last, they are as dust before the wind."
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 19, 2010 4:00:11 GMT -5
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 20, 2010 7:11:45 GMT -5
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 20, 2010 11:26:36 GMT -5
For the Daibutsu of Kamakura I like this one a lot. As an aside, the closest I've gotten to the Daibutsu is on my periodic visits to the best restaurant in town, where a photo of him hangs in the entry way: Kamakura. |
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 20, 2010 11:26:51 GMT -5
11/20/10
A galloping rain
Overtakes my dreams, tempting
Me to lie abed.
Yet I rise, beckoned by a
Duty to meet those I serve.
There, that's done. Now, what the HELL do I wear to Investure?
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 21, 2010 6:12:59 GMT -5
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 21, 2010 13:02:17 GMT -5
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 22, 2010 5:13:05 GMT -5
Soggy brown sponge cloud
Dripping drops through my brolly
Wreaking damp havoc
Hair twisted up in snake coils
'Rainy Medusa hair chic'.
Apparently.
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 22, 2010 8:03:06 GMT -5
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Saionji Shonagon
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Post by Saionji Shonagon on Nov 22, 2010 20:49:35 GMT -5
11/22/10
Dark clouds crown the hills
To face opposing numbers
Sailing up the bay.
A few vain patches of blue
Soon flee the contested field.
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Post by crimsongriffin28 on Nov 23, 2010 7:52:05 GMT -5
November 24
The hills' tawny sides
Cup the rolling clouds of mist
As if in great hands
So I too hold my tea cup
Watching the steam gently rise
From Gotemba
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