Not big enough...
to be an "epic" or a "sonnet"...
but it's enough.
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Would a haiku by another name still have seventeen syllables?
I am a syllable-counter. For me, the exercise of summarizing my thoughts into blocks of exactly seventeen syllables is good discipline. It's not about pretty words all the time, it's about being concise with details.
So for tonight, since my brain is all tangled while I wait an extra day to hear ANYTHING from the bank (because tomorrow is a holiday!), here are some translations of my favorite haiku. The poem was written by Basho, the great 17th century wandering poet. His original, 17-syllable poem is this:
Michi nobe no mukuge wa uma ni kuware keri
Unfortunately, I don't speak Japanese, so I depend on translators to assist me However, translating poetry, especially haiku, appears to be one of the most difficult of human endeavors, akin to rocket surgery and cat herding.
Therefore, I'm including several different translations of th poem.
Along the roadside blossoming wild roses in my horse's mouth
The farmer's roadside hedge provided lunch for my tired horse
Roses grow in a hedge beside the road my horse eats them.
Mallow flower by the side of the road devoured by my horse
Each of these translations delights me, mostly, I think, because Basho's life was a lot like mine: full of poetic and contemplative landscapes which are frequently trompled by my hungry horse.
This time yesterday afternoon, I fully expected towrite an obituary for Puzzle today.
I'm happy to report that the obit isn't needed...yet. Yes, he is on borrowed time.
About a month ago, there was Something Wrong with Puzzle. He was eating constantly, but losing weight. He puked a lot, he was in the sandbox all the time. No fun for the cat!
Patty came out to the Farm (in her capacity of Veterinarian, although I do recall tea and scones being served, because a visit from Patty is always an excuse for a party) and pulled blood from the cat.
RESULTS (texted to me early the next day): the kitty's thyroid level was WAY TOO HIGH.
Meds were ordered and administered. Two weeks later, I sent Patty this video to show her the kitty's recovery:
I gotta admit that the cost of the meds is kinda high: about $50 / month. I would not necessarily spring for that much ongoing cost...but Puzzle is a special cat.
With the cat feeling much better, we went ahead with Thanksgiving l…
Claus of Death: a murder mystery
Anna had not cried.
She hadn’t yelled, or screamed insults.
She hadn’t even vomited—she was quite proud of that. She’d felt like puking over Alex and Finn and
Seamus and everyone else. But she hadn’t.
When the brawl had roiled out of the kitchen to where people
were gathered around the dining table, she’d looked over at Seamus on the bodhrán and the others on the step-up stage with her.
Seamus had grinned that easy grin at her, and, without
turning to face the rest of the band, raised his thumb up over his head—the
signal to pick up the already brisk pace of “The Rocky Road to Dublin”.
Jimmy on the flute gave a whoop and immediately
sped them up, and Anna went with the others where the beat led them, Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky
road and all the ways to Dublin, whack follol de-dah…. Down on the floor, she saw more fighters jump onto the
dogpile, while a few of the sensible ones—mostly moms with small kids, Anna
noticed—grabbed up and…