tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post6365575544587997846..comments2024-01-28T03:56:39.351-08:00Comments on TOM CLARK: Buson: Winter RainUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-32367067835031592492013-05-19T19:13:27.980-07:002013-05-19T19:13:27.980-07:00So beautiful, so true, so inspiring. I almost wish...So beautiful, so true, so inspiring. I almost wish the rain would never stop.Marie Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07787850063283960703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-77729058251318083222011-02-09T13:52:42.487-08:002011-02-09T13:52:42.487-08:00Stirring, something to come back to again and agai...Stirring, something to come back to again and again and ...<br /><br />"bacin"Robbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12312524900784740898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-12192743382896389152011-02-04T11:18:54.751-08:002011-02-04T11:18:54.751-08:00Many thanks Sandra, always lovely to hear from you...Many thanks Sandra, always lovely to hear from you.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-1818372637060992802011-02-04T10:58:09.106-08:002011-02-04T10:58:09.106-08:00beautiful!beautiful!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-3781094875778773892011-02-02T05:02:48.818-08:002011-02-02T05:02:48.818-08:00Dear Aditya, Let me apologize for the bad table ma...Dear Aditya, Let me apologize for the bad table manners of Blogger. (Blame this on its upbringing, perhaps?)<br /> <br />The calm and serenity of <br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrkXzYMgw70" rel="nofollow">no such thing as monsters</a> was, apparently, too much for Blogger to digest.<br /><br />(There seem to be days and nights when Blogger's rampant appetite knows no bounds, and there is nothing it likes better at such times than a tasty link.)<br /><br /><br />Steve,<br /><br />Beautiful tandem work to, and gloss upon, the Buson: "what we think we're reading isn't quite it, is something else. . . ."<br /><br />2.1<br /><br />reed pen on paper inscribed<br />in another hand, part<br /><br />thinking something else, as<br />present, having “view”<br /><br /><br />It was a joy, after a few days' and nights' hiatus (medical appointments, part of the ongoing campaign... not so much to shake a leg, anymore, but to save one), to find all these sweet comments. <br /><br />The openness of the Buson poems and their theme has it seems invited and inspired the words of everyone; and these words, in turn, will forever extend the resonance of the poems for me: <br /><br />"essential palette" (Ed)<br /><br />"fit like a glove" (Curtis)<br /><br />"once and again, repeatedly like rain drops" (Julia)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-83357051037698802712011-02-01T22:02:13.345-08:002011-02-01T22:02:13.345-08:00Curtis,
It sure is blurry in here at the Blogger....Curtis,<br /><br />It sure is blurry in here at the Blogger. Some times its like magic. <br />Anything disappears. Then as Julia says, like a rain drops, each thing returns.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-68593440808531881072011-02-01T08:14:57.850-08:002011-02-01T08:14:57.850-08:00Tom,
Yes, revisiting "The Winter Rain" ...Tom,<br /><br />Yes, revisiting "The Winter Rain" again (in the fog here, again), that "view" from (not "toward" as I mis-wrote yesterday) recognized before I saw the words that identified it (thank you), Blyth's phrasing ("Shows what is before our eyes/ As though it were long ago") does, as you say, "confuse while keeping distinct . . . enable us to lose ourselves in mutual interpenetration and yet preserve the identity and uniqueness of the thing itself" (so what we think we're reading isn't quite it, is something else). . . .<br /><br />2.1<br /><br />grey whiteness of fog against invisible<br />ridge, shadowed green of leaf on branch<br />in foreground, wave sounding in channel<br /><br /> reed pen on paper inscribed<br /> in another hand, part<br /><br /> thinking something else, as<br /> present, having “view”<br /><br />grey-white fog against invisible ridge,<br />whiteness of gull standing on sandspitSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-44136628017019697342011-02-01T04:47:14.023-08:002011-02-01T04:47:14.023-08:00Thank you, Tom. You made something beautiful with ...Thank you, Tom. You made something beautiful with my babbling.<br /><br />I agree with curtis, this is a post to visit once and again, repeatedly like rain drops.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419101761966668410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-39999335861168538912011-02-01T04:25:42.655-08:002011-02-01T04:25:42.655-08:00Blogger (I have experienced and friends have repor...Blogger (I have experienced and friends have reported) has been unusually hungry lately.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9039769065826560982011-02-01T01:00:47.697-08:002011-02-01T01:00:47.697-08:00Blogger ate my comment. Many thanks Tom.Blogger ate my comment. Many thanks Tom.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-9675647136155967102011-01-31T14:04:29.735-08:002011-01-31T14:04:29.735-08:00I just wanted to say that I keep coming back and b...I just wanted to say that I keep coming back and back again to Winter Rain, the poems and the pictures. While enlarging understanding, they all also sort of fit like a glove. On the US east coast, it seems like a very long time since we've been dry and warm.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-16212252251215919852011-01-31T11:14:55.359-08:002011-01-31T11:14:55.359-08:00Many thanks Tom. Right now it feels like home. Lis...Many thanks Tom. Right now it feels like home. Listen to <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrkXzYMgw70" rel="nofollow">this</a> alone and very quiet tonight and let it frisk you for your worries.adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-11370779144925075012011-01-31T09:51:08.186-08:002011-01-31T09:51:08.186-08:00OPPPPPSSS
wrong thing got pasted!
htt...OPPPPPSSS<br /> wrong thing got pasted!<br /><br /><br />http://edbaker.maikosoft.com/shrike/5.html<br /><br />!Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-75233232507438704102011-01-31T09:47:56.935-08:002011-01-31T09:47:56.935-08:00everything is very .... precise ...
and in the
&#...everything is very .... precise ...<br />and in the<br />'right now<br /><br />here is a link to n observation that Yosa Buson made in<br />passing<br /><br /><br />http://www.nytimes.com/2005/12/10/arts/10shattuck.html<br /><br /><br />I "used" it as (sort-of-) a preface to a little run...<br /><br /><br />thanks Tee See<br /><br />Hiroshige (and the others) had SOME (essential) palette!Ed Bakerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285310130024785775noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-74638013127514018062011-01-31T08:58:01.808-08:002011-01-31T08:58:01.808-08:00The ghost of Buson bows, shows the wrinkle of a sm...The ghost of Buson bows, shows the wrinkle of a smile, and says Gracias, Julia.<br /><br />En la lluvia fría<br />que nunca se detiene, la auto-pérdida, disolución<br />en las gotas que caen.<br /><br />(In the cold rain<br />that never stops, self-loss; dissolution <br />in the falling drops.)<br /><br />Then turns, bows -- again the hint of a smile -- and says, Aditya, you cause me to think that poetry may have a future after all!<br /><br />The cold rain<br />making an eye brow<br />on/of the faint road.<br /><br />And now, nodding serenely, with a colleaguial glance toward Stephen:<br /><br />pink clouds in pale blue sky above still<br />black trees, golden-crowned sparrow’s oh<br /><br />___<br /><br />About "The winter rain/Shows what is before our eyes,/As though it were long ago," Blyth comments:<br /><br />"We expect this verse to run, 'The winter rain shows us the past, before our very eyes'. By a kind of trick of words Buson has blurred the present and the past, the looker and what is looked at. He has done here rather artificially what it is the aim of all poetry to do, to confuse while keeping distinct, to enable us to lose ourselves in mutual interpenetration and yet preserve the identity and uniqueness of the thing itself."<br /><br />Curtis, so happy you're liking Buson -- and Blyth, whose work in bringing this poetic tradition to English is so precious. Only Arthur Waley and Ezra Pound (in very different ways) did so much to help us understand the poetry of the East. <br /><br />And by the way, Steve, the Ocean Beach shot was selected with you in mind, as the shot of Kolkata in rain was picked to honour the elusive spirit of Aditya.TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-6473204917373147592011-01-31T07:52:17.953-08:002011-01-31T07:52:17.953-08:00Tom,
Very beautiful ("especially prized"...Tom,<br /><br />Very beautiful ("especially prized") -- to move through horizontal view looking toward Marin toward Ocean Beach, to looking down at cars and man running through rain on Kolkata street, to figures turning umbrellas to the rain in Hiroshige's view "in the environs of Edo" (linked/'translated' by Blyth's translations of Buson's poems, which as Don says "conjure up the past as if through the veil of memory, yet firmly in the moment". . . . <br /><br /><br />1.31<br /><br />pink clouds in pale blue sky above still<br />black trees, golden-crowned sparrow’s oh<br />in foreground, waves sounding in channel<br /><br /> form from which it suggests<br /> object, which is flat<br /><br /> which its lower edge, space<br /> almost, still implied<br /><br />grey-white clouds against top of ridge,<br />wingspan of gull flapping toward pointSTEPHEN RATCLIFFEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12339481653546188412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-39118766852697433732011-01-31T06:49:20.404-08:002011-01-31T06:49:20.404-08:00Also, the photograph from India made my smile wide...Also, the photograph from India made my smile wide instantly!adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-23158468371307364502011-01-31T06:47:53.911-08:002011-01-31T06:47:53.911-08:00When I was a child I never knew
an umbrella. Then...When I was a child I never knew <br />an umbrella. Then the two men in Kolkata getting wet not for the fun part of it. Last night rains though very feeble were recorded in here too.<br /><br />The cold rain<br />making an eye brow<br />on/of the faint road.<br /><br />ps- Another post looking in to the rear view mirror for what has gone by? Get 'em wipers on your windshield also working Tom!adityahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16078144194220301083noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-72637649900937384272011-01-30T17:49:08.711-08:002011-01-30T17:49:08.711-08:00The winter rain
Shows what is before our eyes
As t...The winter rain<br />Shows what is before our eyes<br />As though it were long ago.<br /><br /><br />I love this, is so true. Thank you very much. <br /><br />Cuando nos concentramos en la lluvia fría que no cesa, es como si nos diluyéramos con el agua que cae. <br />Aunque hace tanto que no hago eso de concentrarme en la lluvia. Siempre tenemos tanto en qué distraernos. Una pena.Juliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16419101761966668410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-54404422838522762992011-01-30T12:16:33.460-08:002011-01-30T12:16:33.460-08:00Don says it just so well. Thanks so much both of ...Don says it just so well. Thanks so much both of you, Blyth and, of course, Buson.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-81454464375673948352011-01-30T10:37:47.736-08:002011-01-30T10:37:47.736-08:00"...conjure up the past as if through the the..."...conjure up the past as if through the the veil of memory, yet firmly in the moment."<br /><br />Yes, exactly. One wonders what is the secret to this trick. (Perhaps it takes more than one lifetime to discover?)TChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915822857461178942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445844569294316288.post-58150732084937240012011-01-30T10:27:14.985-08:002011-01-30T10:27:14.985-08:00Tom,
Thanks very much for this lovely post. The...Tom, <br /><br />Thanks very much for this lovely post. The photos and Hiroshige depiction remind me of the many years I spent in a bungalow at sea level (and, occasionally, below), when winter seemed but one long season of driving rain. <br /><br />As always, the Blyth renditions are revelatory - how both haiku by Buson conjure up the past as if through the the veil of memory, yet firmly in the moment.<br /><br />DonIssa's Untidy Huthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07352841590717991698noreply@blogger.com