You Know, Zen

I finally got it, got Zen, thanks to Matsuo Basho, Haiku master of and for all time. Zen is the eternal captured in the moment. The simple conveyed by the complex. It is the power by which haiku, that uninterruptible conscientious brief burst of words, implies all forms, all poems. Basho was a wonderer and […]

Still doing it in Japan

A writer/friend recently shared some translations of contemporary Japanese Haiku that appeared in a book titled Haiku Love. Their efficiency is silencing: quarrel abates the one who looks in the mirror is the woman —Anonymous and choosing a swimsuit when did I start seeing through his eyes —Mayuzumi Madoka This post is part of my ongoing […]