Category: Miscellany

Ladybug

Haiku’d, something less than 5-7-5.

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Let’s all agree.

If you live in a shell

You can’t see what you spot

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Oh — ladybug, ladybug

Asleep on a leaf

When do you eat?

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The dew is still wet

The aphids will wait

Breakfast is 24-7

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An orange shell

And black spots

That’s some defense

Thoughts on James Baldwin

Thoughts on James Baldwin’s letter to his nephew James (1962).

I have begun this thought five times,
This is the sixth and last,
Or is it?

Or is it? — Isn’t rewriting what is becoming? Matsuo Basho wasn’t born until he left home, quit as a servant, became a student in Kyoto, moved to Edo, and struck out across the Sumida River, writing, rewriting, finally becoming Basho.

One suspects in reading James Baldwin there is a great mixture of emotion, of hate, and disappointment, frustration at life, but buried at the bottom of this Pandora’s Box, is the hope of a better future. James, I hope, we have proven you right. I hope we are still trying.

Remembering most of mankind
Is not all mankind,
Is hope
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What has been beaten into me
is to be tough and philosophical
Not bitter
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Take no one’s word as the Word,
Including mine
Experience teaches
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I left and came back
Because this is our home
Yours and mine

As bad as America was for James Baldwin (1924-1987), he realized that it had, for good and bad, was his home. Twenty six years in France gave him a good seat in the balcony to observe humankind. But back in America, he had family and friends. And though much of mankind was cruel, he had work to be done to make it better.

If one reads his writing, one can break it down, as I have attempted to do, into haiku.

Eighth Day Books

On a cold windy day in February a bookstore is a good place to be. Far from the Madding Crowds.

Surrounded by books

I’ll never read

A terrible waste?

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Words to live by

The power of words

Less said is well said

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The Trojan War

Cherchez la femme

Helen

From the Power of Words by Simone Weil. The absurdity is that we blame anyone but ourselves. Making conflict our passion, making war, our goal.

When it comes to computers

Words are empty

Of feeling

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No more, no less

Words have the meanings

We give them

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A world

Without words

How Dao

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But utterly boring for words get us going, for good or for bad, but my God, we’re moving. Or sitting and reading.

Then came the snow, falling gently at first, then blindingly fast, telling me it is time to go.

Simone Weil (1909-1943), one who died caring too much.

Eighth Day Books in Wichita, Kansas on Douglas Avenue, east of Downtown, west of Uptown.

Personality

a stack of hats

Humor me …

Personality tests abound, no more accurate, I suppose, than an astrological prediction of your day.

Matsuo Basho was best known for his calm demeanor, often philosophical, occasionally choleric when his stomach was acting up, and in the end melancholic, but philosophic at the end. Hippocrates, Papa Doc, the Father of Medicine, came up with four personality types to describe human beings. I suspect we are a mix.

Humor me, …
am I sanguine or choleric,
melancholic or phlegmatic?

Impractical or pragmatic,
Simple or polysyllabic,
No stickler for the rules

Everything and anything,
Open to the all possibilities,
Except for political conspiracies

Wondering, what’s my personality?

Am I calm, cool, and collected, occasionally choleric, bordering on apoplectic, or simply mad?

Personality,
It’s all Greek to me,
Depending on my day.

Deep within my subconscious a tune arises. “Personality” written by Harold Logan and Lloyd Price, recorded by Lloyd Price on Paramount Records, reaching number one on the R&B and two on the Billboard Hot 100 charts in 1959.

Random thoughts.

1959, Fidel Castro took power in Cuba, the Dalai Lama fled Tibet, the U.S. Civil Rights Commission issued a blistering report on racial discrimination in America, the microchip was invented, the birth control pill freed women from worry, and the first American soldiers were killed in Vietnam.

You are wondering,
where am I going with this?
Dear friend, so am I…

Bashō no yōna, 2024