They end their flight
one by one–
crows at dusk
Shape-shifting in the gap,
the border of the map a light
of shadowing, not quite
prepared to reunite the tide
with ebb and flow implied
by intervals inside of time,
the pause between the line,
the missing paradigm unfilled,
the end of something. Stilled.
I’m a bit late with my February grid, but I thought it complemented Sue Vincent’s “Low Tide” prompt this week, so I did my own poem in response to both Buson and the photo (above).
Once again, I tried a new poetry form; this one is Vietnamese. It’s called Luc Bat, and you can read about it here.
–L. A. Davidson
Born in Montana, Laura Agnes Davidson (1917-2007) traveled and lived all over the world before settling in New York City in the 1960s, where she was introduced to haiku by a friend. As an active member of the Haiku Society of America, she both wrote and advocated for the poetic form she called “an art of evocation”. You can read more about the poet here and here, and read her own thoughts about haiku here.
Laura Davidson Tanna kindly gave me permission to use her mother’s haiku to begin 2017. May we all travel that beautiful highway of stars in the months to come.
haiku © L.A. Davidson from “The Shape of the Tree”
Gratitude to Plants, the sun-facing light-changing leaf
and fine root-hairs; standing still through wind
and rain; their dance is in the flowing spiral grain
in our minds so be it.
–Gary Snyder, “Prayer for the Great Family”
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who thereon dwell
under the sun
with joyful interpenetration for all.
–Gary Snyder, “For All”
“I try to hold both history and wilderness in mind, that my poems may be the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.”
Two months have passed quickly. Nina put together our exhibit, and she did a great job. I have definitely missed the inspiration and support from everyone. Not sure how quickly I can return to normal routine; we’ll see what happens.
How cool the breeze:
the sky is filled with voices–
pine and cedar trees
Onitsura is one of the masters of haiku, a contemporary of Basho.
For the grid, I painted a landscape in gouache, cut it into squares and rearranged it, and added circles cut from magazine photos on top.
open the sky
sound and silence in brooding light
open the sky
windsong cloaked in turbulent cry
disappearing into false night
thundered echoes flashing black white
open the sky
I think August still has a few of these left.
steering into the sun
Gary Snyder is a poet, essayist, and environmental activist. A Buddhist and an original member of the Beats, Snyder’s work is influenced by his love of the oral traditions of chants and songs, as well as his studies of Asian and Native American culture. He lived for many years in Japan.
You can read more about Gary Snyder and find more of his poetry here.
At heart I think I’ll always be a textile designer. Messing with the grid just for fun and this is what I came up with. It’s almost like an adult coloring book. No meaning to this at all, just filling in the squares willy-nilly.
This was the original grid from yesterday. I can see why Kerfe once did a hundred of them. They are fun and meditative!
Being totally uninspired I made a grid out of all the colors in my watercolor box. Being somewhat befuddled today I lost track of where I was placing the colors (I was trying to keep them in order of the paintbox) and wound up just putting them where they looked good. I made some color copies of it with some different effects and put them down on a larger piece of paper. This is the closest I’ll ever get to digital art. I am rather pleased with the look of it.
This was the original painted grid. I’m thinking of doing something further, maybe some hieroglyphics over it?