:)
Villanelle,
is very fine,
divine when written
sublime
but the beat goes on, dear.
Did I mention
I'm partial to sonnets
all creatures, large and small
or that I am 'secretly'
in love with Ferlinghetti
even if in my heart
Villanelle is swell
and very neat
either dry or sadly sweet
but did I tell
how I so deeply regret
being born too late,
to have met
both Keats and Yeats.
But soon - very soon
I will see another
Tokyo moon,
and find my heart
once more in Nara. - Deborah
I'm tangled, Deborah.
There was this Li Po drowning himself in the image of the moon in the
Yellow River in Pound.
I had him in the back of my taxi, once.
(Ah had that Saadam Hussein in the back of my taxi once, and I said to him,
"Why do you keep on gassing the Kurds, like?"
Well, he said, "Come's with the territory, but.")
{Sheesh, this goes on, I'll quote the un-nerving moment when I was in the
back of a Cambridge taxi, and the guy running the cab said, "Do you know, I
once ran Jimmy Boyle to the airport to meet his brother?"
God in hell -- I thought, "I had X in the back of my taxi once" was a
classic urban legend.
But a Cambridge taxi driver and Jimmy Boyle ...
The same taxi driver ... Well for this to make any kind of sense, you have
to realise that Glasgow hardmen holidayed in London but retired to
Cambridge.
Anyway, this same Cambridge taxi driver was waxing garrulous, and he
described to me a time when he'd seen a few teenage yobs hassling a retired
couple, with a policeman standing by the side and doing nothing.
The taxi driver, who unusually for a Cambridge taxidriver, seeemed to have
some sort of public spirit, drew up beside the polisman, and complained:
"Do something!" he said.
Which polisman rocked back on his heels, hands clasped behind his back, and
remarked, "Why should I care what happens to a bunch of toerags like that?"
Amazing the things you can do with a walking-stick even age eighty if you're
brung up in Glasgow.
Like, +I+ wouldn't cross someone like that.
This annecdote had a point, once, but I've lost it.
But I hate the Beats.
Can't we switch this to something Academically Orthodox, like, say, a
villanelle?
"Slowly the poison the whole bloodstream fills, / The waste remains, the
waste remains and kills."
Robin
(Who's waiting for the end, boys.)
----- Original Message -----
From: "Deborah Russell" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Wednesday, April 16, 2003 3:41 AM
Subject: Re: Languages Project - another attempt
> yeah for kigo + it's a bit like kerouac and basho
>
> All my friends
> viewing the moon-
> an ugly bunch
>
> Basho
>
> (moon viewing=kigo)Translator???
>
> *********************************
>
> > I'd like to see Rob render a passage from Whitman or Pope into
> > Scots! Or even better, a haiku in Glaswegian.
>
> K. See, thir wis this
> illiterate brummie
> couldnie find his teeth.
>
> Da Haggis
>
> (The obligatory seasonal reference in any haiku is Deep Running in this
--
> Wot I Wrote was writ during British Summer Time.)
>
> Oh, well, I +mean+ -- it may not be the narrow track to the deep south,
but
> neither is dave even remotely an apology for Basho.
>
> Steve Boncho.
>
>
>
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