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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.
CMO has several advantages over endurance, especially for green horses and/or financially challenged riders:
The rides are much closer to home for us (even with heavy Friday afternoon/Seafair traffic, we arrived in camp in less than 3 hours, instead of the 7-10 hours we spend travelling to most endurance camps).CMO rides happen through the summer every other week--and most are two-day events.Entry fees are significantly lower. I paid $25 including camping. For families with several kids, this can be a huge money-saver.There is always a potluck on Saturday night of event weekend, which is a great opportunity to trade stories (and learn names...)The atmosphere in camp is VERY laid-back. You don't need to get…
I've been coughing. I had a bad cold while we were building trails at Renegade last month, and although most of the symptoms subsided after a week, the cough has lingered. I finally punched a hole in my calendar and went to see my doctor.
"Your heart rate is elevated," she told me, "and your temp is a degree high, which for you is almost 3 degrees high."
I told her about my morning activities: 2 hours of physical therapy, followed by off-loading a truckload of hay into the barn...on an 86 degree day. Then driving into town with the windows open because the air smells so much nicer than the air conditioner in my car.
We agreed that the activity explained much about the heart rate and the temp.
Just in case, however, she prescribed four things: An inhaler, to clear my lungs. A nasal spray, to clear my sinuses. A mild antibiotic, to chase down the minor sinus infection I was harboring.
And A ride on my horse to the river, for personal tranquility.
One of the comments on this Facebook photo read, "Cows eat trail ribbons! Who knew?!?" Um, pretty much every ride manager and ride crew in the West knows that cows not only eat ribbons, they scuff the lime arrows off of roads, chew up paper plate signs, knock over fiberglass poles meant to mark trail, and.... The year was 2005. The place was the Home On the Range endurance ride at Potholes State Park.The trail was 75 miles long.The horse was the Toad.The rider was me...
...and the cows were everywhere.
The ride was set up in loops, with all the vetchecks back in camp. We did the first loop at daybreak, did several other loops during the day, and just as the sky was getting dark we went out to repeat that first loop, which squiggled and wiggled and criss-crossed a million other cow trails in a big wobbly circle of high desert sage and scrub for 10 or 12 miles before leading back to camp.
Ride management had marked the heck out of that trail, so the mornin…