Looking For a Recluse and Finding Him Gone
Below the pines I ask the boy
he says his master has gone to find herbs
he’s somewhere on this mountain
but the clouds are too thick to know where
– Chia Tao, (799-833)
Bill Porter’s (Red Pine) new book is a meditative tour of the grave sites and homes of China’s greatest poets, another one-of-a-kind journey by America’s most interesting Buddhist scholar and travel writer. It will be published in January 2016.
Here’s the illustration by artist Hannah K. Lee for The New York Times‘ book review of Harold Bloom’s The Daemon Knows (a link can be found below this…). The book and the illustration are infused with capital A art. Read Lee’s illustration with the writers and poets in mind, and you will see what I mean.
The language problem but you have to try.
Some solid ground for lying could she show?
The heart of standing is you cannot fly.
– A stanza from Aubade (1937) by William Empson
The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold.
We cannot catch the minutes
Within its nets of gold.
When all is told
We cannot ask for pardon.
– The opening stanza of “The Sunlight On The Garden,” a poem by Louis MacNeice, used as the epigraph on Chapter I of A Woman of Bangkok by Jack Reynolds.
“The world of dew
is the world of dew.
And yet, and yet –”
– Kobayashi Issa, 1763-1827
Mosquito at my ear –
does it think