Parting the grasses at the foot of the mountains (for Suzuki Shosan)

Poem

11/9-01 Maribo. Waiting for train to Nykøbing/on train, + next day.

html, 8.46 kb.; doc, 20 kb., 36 lines, 116 words.

Related to "Things all attain themselves"::::pure land... this is all before I got home and heard about the horrible terrorist attack on New York... I'd been feeling off all day without knowing why... I sensed something was wrong, but as usual placed the wrongness as something coming from inside myself... so the poem is an exorcism of that feeling, or better yet, a cure. I have always disliked poems that talk about poetry, and for that reason value this poem less than if it somehow masked that subject and simply alluded to other things in poetry's sted. But the direct words from Suzuki himself: "I truly know you don't know I am sinking into hell"::::are so alive, I can't help but attach to the piece some little importance::::even though this framework of dealing with the writing of the poem itself is perhaps a weakness. Travelling also::::it is a mind-train... Diving into another's thoughts and extracting the poetry which sings to me, can be seen as a childish act. But I take this as a positive childishness::::a freedom. I can also freely not take credit for the words, releasing me from any sense of self-importance...

Handwritten, black-gray notebook.

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Parting the grasses at the foot of the mountain (for Suzuki Shosan)