“In the end, without skill or talent, I've given myself over entirely to poetry. Po Chu-i labored at it until he nearly burst. Tu Fu starved rather than abandon it. Neither my intelligence nor my writing is comparable to such men. Nevertheless, in the end, we ALL live in phantom huts.”
Basho, Japanese Zen Monk (1644-1694) is one of the world's great writers...his Haiku touch the heavens. His "The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches," a higher level travel document.
ReplyDeleteAh, tranquility!
ReplyDeletePenetrating the very rock,
a cicada's cry....
Basho