On 5/21/07, Bill wrote: Isa, in "past midnight," would you consider moving lines 2 & 3? past midnight, ...raindrops drum[ming] the windows, ...reading Basho.
Yes, but the scene is: past midnight reading basho and then: rain drops drum the windows. it's like the rain drops are a gift from Basho...it works better without the "ing" (?)
mother's day, 2007
my mother's laundry
hanging the wash
on Mothers' Day
so May today
I plant some roses
by Mother's Day
my mother's azaleas
were all in bloom
Pamukkale, Michael and John, at the Four Seasons ...
On 6/4/07, ...someone (a fan?) wrote: I loved all this information. "ruined temple walls" is my favorite.
The city is amazingly well preserved for such an ancient place, all the masonry being stone with no apparent cement and no Roman structures or sense of anything Rome anywhere I could see...The Turkish government has also taken down all the tourist trap constructions on the site itself and you are not allowed to wear shoes in the areas where the water runs down the white cliffs, and they have built paths for the tourists to wander safely in and out of the natural alkaline pools. I was really amazed at how much I was NOT in pain, and after walking in 40 degree heat all through noon to 4-5pm, I was still able to walk the next day (yesterday).
That night it finally rained and the electricity went out.
shattering thunder claps
dinner on the patio
cloudless blue morning
breakfast by the pool
my guests going to Greece
watching the bus
turn into the rose bushes
my apple uploading pictures
time to shut down
for the train
old and empty
station master hollers when the train comes
Michael and John stayed at my place for two weeks and went to Ankara, Cappadocia and Antalya before I could catch up with them so I hosted them in Pamukkale. Selcuk and Ephesus would have been to far for me. So, this morning they went off the Ephesus to visit the shrine of Mary (aws) and then ferry to find their friends on an island somewhere in the Aegean. I am too exhausted to go back up to the old city above the cliffs and keep myself busy until the driver comes to take me to the train. Slept the entire way, except for breakfast where I spend almost two hours speaking with interesting strangers and trying to pick up the conversation with the waiter where he had left it off the night before. Mehmet, everybody called him, said how much he wanted to meet and get to know me better. But I guess he slept on it and daylight gives him a better alternative. Tell him where he could find his pictures on the Internet, which brings him a smile to his face, and requests from my fellow travellers too for the URL.
Isa fakir in pamukkale with michael and john [can]
early morning breezes
cooking in the kitchen
suddenly after working for a while I notice I am all alone, and everyone has gone, mid afternoon. Go to the hardware store to look at some pipes to make some open storage systems NYC loft style in my crowded bedroom/office/nest/chilehane/hide-away. i take my cameras and shoot neighborhood color and characters
my son's best friend
stops to help me
bored he says
at the hardware store we buy three white polypropylene pipes and all the fixings
kids in sleeveless shirts
smiling, old folks frowning
shooting neighborhood shops
and an exhaust fan for my room
at home we repair the floor broken by the plumber and my son retrieves the pail he threw away afterwards and washes out the cement
aroma floats on setting sunlight
arabic style chicken and rice
french herbs and spices
isa in istanbul
guests get home about a quarter after three a.m., after a night on the town, celebrating Ebru's passing her final jury to become a licensed architect, and we talk till dawn, and dance in the front room, and listen to "o sisters let's go down, down to the river to pray" and "death, won't you spare me over til another year" and I say goodnight, sleep tight, as they continue quietly telling jokes and listening to music...
through the kitchen window first light
the morning call to prayer
the birds all in conference
and the guests and my partner all finally fall asleep
isa in istanbul
Practice is often a fine example. So, you may find it usful to consult this site: http://contemporaryhaibunonline.com/ahhv4.html , john
Dear Isa, When I started writing "my Haibun" I wrote a large amount and then added a haiku or two. But Ray from Contemporary Haibun Online told me to cut it down and
make it in present tense. Also there is a lot of room for exploration in haibun, so I would say experiment and find what works for you. thank you yvonne
Dear Isa, I'm happy to see this Isa. Celebrating until dawn wonderful. thank you.
I only know basically Basho. What I have done in the past is more like a ("Bashoesque") travel journal like a weekend trip to Jordan from Palestine, including lots of checkpoints, two weeks in New York including several days at our home in the Catskills,
not travelogue but a journey which resulted in an illumination or three even, distilled in one or three verse and a few paragraphs of images, distributed to friends family and blogged and filed away for future reexamination, love and peace , isa
Dear Isa, It seems to me this works for you, so then why not follow that:) thank you yvonne
Callum: I greatly value some of your insights, I feel there are some real diamonds in your emails, but I also feel they can get lost amongst the rock. Cheers, Callum.
Isa: we all make mistakes sometimes, and obviously this is one. i already apologized for this one. you won't have to worry about it any more. i took care of it. isa.
This is wonderful Isa. And I love your taste in music, too! :-) carole
Your last ku definitely made my hungry for exotic food ... and the rest of your haibun is so graphic, it's almost as if I"m watching it in a film. ella
isa- this is lovely. Best wishes to you. tish
my son staggers in
isa, How about: first sunlight, ...my son staggers in, ...falls alseep ~vaughn
thanks for me that's too distant and unfelt , isa
is Sunday an important part of this verse? You could add church bells, or the sound of bells. While the bells play, ...my son staggers in, ...and falls asleep. There certainly are lots of ways to go with this:) thank you yvonne
thanks! not possible in Istanbul, and irrelevant: church bells are so far removed from the meaning it would take the whole existential point away, and make my son a footnote to a church.and the whole theology thing entirely outside the family nexus... son ~ sun is the fulcrum son+sun, the rest is commentary, isa
exhaust fan installed
i miss john and michael
if not now?...god tells the prophet (saws) “you thought it was your hand that threw the sand when the enemy ran...” if i am for myself... god tells job(aws) that is the way it is, and job(aws) says” i only ever heard about you before, but now i see...”