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.
"Fake news" isn't always about politics.Sometimes it's about horses.
I recently wrote an article for Endurance News magazine that included a list of books written about long distance riding. (I will publish the list here after EN prints the April issue), and was surprised at the number of books that have been published in the last few years.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. When we were shopping Endurance 101 out to publishers in 2011 and 2012, this was the way a book got made: a publisher bought it from the author, and then published it, and then sent (some) money to the author.
Late in 2011, things began to change.
As a result of the economic downturn after 2008, mainstream publishers were buying fewer books.
At the same time, self-publishing suddenly got easier. Amazon and others made editing software readily available, and gave authors a platform to distribute work to the whole world.
There has always been a strong stigma attached to "vanity pres…
I, of course, consider any of that white stuff to be too much. That's why I live in a Swamp: it almost never happens here.
But sometimes, it does.
Fortunately for everyone, the calendar today was empty of obligations. I did miss out on having Sunday soup dinner with my parents, but that's something I will easily re-schedule.
It was the perfect type of sn*w for a sn*wman...err, sn*whuman.
But mostly, it's all about working to get rid of the white stuff.
Jim listed his "furrikens" on Facebook this afternoon:
Furr I ken clear the driveway, I need to start the tractor. Furr I ken start the tractor, I need to charge the battery and warm the oil pan. Furr I ken charge the battery I need to find the battery charger. Furr I ken warm the oil pan I need to find the block heater. Furr I ken plug those in, I need two extension cords....
Sure, it's pretty.
But Fiddle is not a fan. She refused to pose or romp …