“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Ikkyu Haiku

HT Mikael Brockman.

nature's a killer I won't sing to it
I hold my breath and listen to the dead singing under the grass

1 comment:

Steve Mentz said...

The *Crow with No Mouth* Ikkyu translations by Stephen Berg (1989) are great. Here's one for animal studies --

Poetry's hellish bullshit one god way to suffer men love it
Men stupid as horses, cows


I love bamboo how it looks
And because men carve it into flutes.

An OOO-haiku, that last one?