The only substantial collection in English of Basho's renku, tanka, letters and spoken word along with his haiku, travel journals, and essays.
The only poet in old-time literature who paid attention with praise to ordinary women, children, and teenagers in hundreds of poems
Hundreds upon hundreds of Basho works (mostly renku)about women, children, teenagers, friendship, compassion, love.
These are resources we can use to better understand ourselves and humanity.
Interesting and heartfelt (not scholarly and boring) for anyone concerned with humanity.
“An astonishing range of social subject matter and compassionate intuition”
"The primordial power of the feminine emanating from Basho's poetry"
Hopeful, life-affirming messages from one of the greatest minds ever.
Through his letters, we travel through his mind and discover Basho's gentleness and humanity.
I plead for your help in finding a person or group to take over my 3000 pages of Basho material, to edit and improve the material, to receive 100% of royalties, to spread Basho’s wisdom worldwide and preserve for future generations.
Quotations from Basho Prose
The days and months are guests passing through eternity. The years that go by also are travelers.
The mountains in silence nurture the spirit; the water with movement calms the emotions.
All the more joyful, all the more caring
Seek not the traces of the ancients; seek rather the places they sought.
Basho Spoken Word
Only this, apply your heart to what children do
"The attachment to Oldness is the very worst disease a poet can have."
“The skillful have a disease; let a three-foot child get the poem"
"Be sick and tired of yesterday’s self."
"This is the path of a fresh lively taste with aliveness in both heart and words." .
"In poetry is a realm which cannot be taught. You must pass through it yourself. Some poets have made no effort to pass through, merely counting things and trying to remember them. There was no passing through the things."
"In verses of other poets, there is too much making and the heart’s immediacy is lost. What is made from the heart is good; the product of words shall not be preferred."
"We can live without poetry, yet without harmonizing with the world’s feeling and passing not through human feeling, a person cannot be fulfilled. Also, without good friends, this would be difficult."
"Poetry benefits from the realization of ordinary words."
"Many of my followers write haiku equal to mine, however in renku is the bone marrow of this old man."
"Your following stanza should suit the previous one as an expression of the same heart's connection."
"Link verses the way children play."
"Make renku ride the Energy. Get the timing wrong, you ruin the rhythm."
"The physical form first of all must be graceful then a musical quality makes a superior verse."
"As the years passed by to half a century. asleep I hovered among morning clouds and evening dusk, awake I was astonished at the voices of mountain streams and wild birds."
“These flies sure enjoy having an unexpected sick person.”
Haiku of Humanity
Drunk on sake woman wearing haori puts in a sword
Night in spring one hidden in mystery temple corner
Wrapping rice cake with one hands she tucks hair behind ear
On Life's journey plowing a small field going and returning
Child of poverty hulling rice, pauses to look at the moon
Tone so clear the Big Dipper resounds her mallet
Huddling under the futon, cold horrible night
Jar cracks with the ice at night awakening
Basho Renku Masterpieces
With her needle in autumn she manages to make ends meet Daughter playing koto reaches age seven
After the years of grieving. . . finally past eighteen Day and night dreams of Father in that battle
Now to this brothel my body has been sold Can I trust you with a letter I wrote, mirror polisher?
Only my face by rice-seedling mud is not soiled Breastfeeding on my lap what dreams do you see?
Single renku stanzas
Giving birth to love in the world, she adorns herself
Autumn wind saying not a word child in tears
Among women one allowed to lead them in chorus
Easing in her slender forearm for his pillow
Two death poems:
On a journey taken ill dreams on withered fields wander about
Clear cascade - into the ripples fall green pine needles
4 Basho haiku, 4 renku, 1 haibun, 1 letter about the ultimate mountain of Japan.
Legend:
Words of Basho in bold
Words of other poets not bold
Sun hits Her forehead / on peak of Mount Fuji. 日に額をうつ / 富士の 峰 上げ / Hi ni gaku o utsu / fuji no mine age. The Rising Sun has a female face, and She bumps Head on the stony peak. Ouch!
Basho left his hometown in 1672 to move to Edo (Tokyo). In mid-summer of 1676 he passed by Mount Fuji on his way to Iga, and presented this haiku to his hometown buddies as an expression of their friendship. In the muggy heat any cool breeze is welcome.
Wind of Fuji my souvenir from Edo upon folding fan
Basho opens his fan and waves it at his friend.
Snow on Fuji the dream of Rosei there is formed
A poor man named Rosei at an inn, waiting for dinner to be prepared, fell asleep on a magical pillow and dreamed he was emperor of a fantasy land. After 50 years of glorious rule, he awoke to find dinner ready for him. Like the dream of Rosei, the countless tons of snow on the vast form of Mount Fuji are merely a dream.
From a 1691 letter to his childhood friend Ensui
Nowadays I am staying in Kyorai’s cottage in Saga, being at peace and eating bamboo shoots… Morning and evening, I view Mount Arashi and wonder “how is Mount Fuji?”
With his eyes on the summit of Mount Arashi across the river, Basho sends his spirit 300 miles to the vastly greater Mount Fuji, linking the two mountains across the barriers of space.
Fog and rain A day of Fuji unseen rather nice
Again passing by Fuji in autumn of 1684, the mountain is hidden in fog and rain, but Basho does what he so often does: he “sees” through the barriers, seeing the mountain in spirit.
That night Mount Fuji with Mount Tray-on-legs
Lit by a torch, pine shavings burst into flames
Mount Fuji is a single symmetrical cone with no other mountains nearby –except Ashitaga to the south. Fuji is nearly 13,000 feet, and Ashitaga less than a third of that. The two truly seem connected, and separate from all other mountains. Legend says Fuji magically formed in a single night, and Ashitaga must have been created together. Basho sees Fuji as the form of a person sitting on his heels, straight, symmetrical, and dignified, to eat a meal, and Ashitaga as the “tray on legs” where the individual’s meal is arranged on a number of plates.
Shinsho notes that a meal tray is wooden so, to make one, the carpenter has to plane wood. Eventually the shavings pile up, so have to be burned. The torch lighting and flames rising from the shavings suggests the volcanic nature of Mount Fuji, the mythology of Tree Blossom Princess that arose from that nature, and the torches for the Fuji-Yoshida fire festival, where hundreds of men carry enormous torches through town, to celebrate that mythology.
“Aspire to be like Mt. Fuji, with such a broad and solid foundation that the strongest earthquake cannot move you, so tall that the greatest enterprises of common men seem insignificant from your lofty perspective. With your mind as high as Mt Fuji you can see all things clearly. And you can see all the forces that shape events; not just the things happening near to you.”
Miyamoto Musashi
Sorcerer in Kyoto may heal my tumor
Base of Fuji wearing a conical hat riding a horse
The man with the tumor is riding past Mount Fuji to Kyoto (so he has a long way to go) where the well-known sorcerer will wave his hand – like Obi-Wan Kenobi extracting suspicion from the storm trooper’s mind – to remove the tumor. This is at sorcerer does: shift to another reality where his commands are effective.
Basho’s stanza is deliberately ambiguous; the subject can be either me or the mountain. As I ride past the base of the conical mountain with a conical hat on my head, either I bounce up and down from the movement of the horse, or the multimillion ton mountain moves up and down from the movement of my eyes. The point of the verse is to magically, like a sorcerer, transform consciousness to either reality. This notion of shifting realities came to Basho from the Yoda of ancient China, the sage Chuang Tzu - which makes Basho Obi-Wan:
“You don’t need to see his identification … These aren’t the droids you’re looking for”
Fuji pilgrim’s straw backpack becomes pillow of grass
For a while the Gods Mother’s soul to keep
He climbs the mountain for a spiritual purpose, and travels light, at night resting his head on the straw bag he carries on his back. He may have carried a momento of his mother in the bag to dedicate to the gods, something that represented her hotoke, or Buddha nature, after death – or maybe he carried her spirit in his heart. Either way, he entrusts her soul to the Gods for as long as he stays up here on Mount Fuji. Tasui fulfills Basho’s vision.
Christian children pray:
Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep
In translation I have deliberately tried to capture the rhythm of this prayer. Both in the prayer and in the renku, sleep is the vehicle to the realm of a higher power which cares for our soul.
There are many paths to the peak of Mount Fuji,
but the place they all go is one. So it is with the paths of love.
富士の高嶺に登る道は沢山有りますが、行き着く所は一つであります。即ち愛の道で
Morihei Ueshiba, 植芝 盛平
Water jewels falling into a dream, realm of magic
Sun bumps Her forehead on peak of Mount Fuji
The sparkling drops of the waterfall fall from reality into a dream. From this watery vision of magical transformation, Basho shifts to an image of the sun (goddess) rising behind Mount Fuji. The Sun has a female face, and She bumps her forehead on the jagged peak.
When the Sun Goddess’ grandson Ninigi came down from Heaven to rule over the Japanese islands, he met a beautiful maiden, Tree Blossom Princess, on the seashore. They married, but she became pregnant after only one night with Ninigi, so he accused her of sleeping around. Incensed at his distrust,
She entered a doorless chamber and set fire to herself
to prove she had been faithful to her pledge,
and so gave birth to Gods-Born-From-Fire
If she had broken her marriage pledge, the flames would consume her and baby—but instead she gave birth to three healthy baby-gods. Because Tree Blossom Princess endured this ordeal without harm, she became the Goddess of Mount Fuji; she keeps the fires in the volcano from bursting out. The Fire Festival at the Shrine in Fuji-Yoshida on the northeast side of the volcano is one of the Three Unique Festivals of Japan, every August 26th and 27th 3-meter tall torches light up the night, and 30 strong men carry the spirit of Tree Blossom Princess in a one-ton mikoshi through the streets, in an appeal to spare the town another year without an eruption.
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Waves make the misty
Mount Fuji move about
Inviting folks
to the low-tide beach
for pickled squid
The reflection of the vast mountain is seen submerged within a pool, so the mountain moves about with the coming and going of the waves. Basho gives this perception a location, on a beach at low tide where sea creatures lie about waiting to be gathered. But Basho goes further: he adds food as well as humanity to the scene.
He soaks squid in vinegar – like the mountain in the water - to make ika namasu, pickled squid, and invites his friends over to share both the food and the visions of Mount Fuji. Basho: the poet of Humanity, of people being together, enjoying nature and each other, eating favorite foods.
Basho, accompanied by his grandnephew Jirobei, left Edo on June 3 of his final year, 1694, and that night stayed in Odawara. The next morning they climbed to Hakone Pass, famous for its view of Fuji – but now is the rainy season, and Basho is not likely to get a glimpse of the mountain.
Coming into view
this time the splendor
Fuji in June
Basho portrays the moment when the clouds clear away for a moment, giving a view of eternal Fuji, which Basho takes as a benediction, since he will not pass this way again.
I plead for your help in finding a person or group to take over my 3000 pages of Basho material, to edit and improve the presentation, to receive all royalties from sales, to spread Basho’s wisdom worldwide and preserve for future generations.
The only substantial collection in English of Basho's renku, tanka, letters and spoken word along with his haiku, travel journals, and essays.
The only poet in old-time literature who paid attention with praise to ordinary women, children, and teenagers in hundreds of poems
Hundreds upon hundreds of Basho works (mostly renku)about women, children, teenagers, friendship, compassion, love.
These are resources we can use to better understand ourselves and humanity.
Interesting and heartfelt (not scholarly and boring) for anyone concerned with humanity.
“An astonishing range of social subject matter and compassionate intuition”
"The primordial power of the feminine emanating from Basho's poetry"
Hopeful, life-affirming messages from one of the greatest minds ever.
Through his letters, we travel through his mind and discover Basho's gentleness and humanity.
I plead for your help in finding a person or group to take over my 3000 pages of Basho material, to edit and improve the material, to receive 100% of royalties, to spread Basho’s wisdom worldwide and preserve for future generations.
Quotations from Basho Prose
The days and months are guests passing through eternity. The years that go by also are travelers.
The mountains in silence nurture the spirit; the water with movement calms the emotions.
All the more joyful, all the more caring
Seek not the traces of the ancients; seek rather the places they sought.
Basho Spoken Word
Only this, apply your heart to what children do
"The attachment to Oldness is the very worst disease a poet can have."
“The skillful have a disease; let a three-foot child get the poem"
"Be sick and tired of yesterday’s self."
"This is the path of a fresh lively taste with aliveness in both heart and words." .
"In poetry is a realm which cannot be taught. You must pass through it yourself. Some poets have made no effort to pass through, merely counting things and trying to remember them. There was no passing through the things."
"In verses of other poets, there is too much making and the heart’s immediacy is lost. What is made from the heart is good; the product of words shall not be preferred."
"We can live without poetry, yet without harmonizing with the world’s feeling and passing not through human feeling, a person cannot be fulfilled. Also, without good friends, this would be difficult."
"Poetry benefits from the realization of ordinary words."
"Many of my followers write haiku equal to mine, however in renku is the bone marrow of this old man."
"Your following stanza should suit the previous one as an expression of the same heart's connection."
"Link verses the way children play."
"Make renku ride the Energy. Get the timing wrong, you ruin the rhythm."
"The physical form first of all must be graceful then a musical quality makes a superior verse."
"As the years passed by to half a century. asleep I hovered among morning clouds and evening dusk, awake I was astonished at the voices of mountain streams and wild birds."
“These flies sure enjoy having an unexpected sick person.”
Haiku of Humanity
Drunk on sake woman wearing haori puts in a sword
Night in spring one hidden in mystery temple corner
Wrapping rice cake with one hands she tucks hair behind ear
On Life's journey plowing a small field going and returning
Child of poverty hulling rice, pauses to look at the moon
Tone so clear the Big Dipper resounds her mallet
Huddling under the futon, cold horrible night
Jar cracks with the ice at night awakening
Basho Renku Masterpieces
With her needle in autumn she manages to make ends meet Daughter playing koto reaches age seven
After the years of grieving. . . finally past eighteen Day and night dreams of Father in that battle
Now to this brothel my body has been sold Can I trust you with a letter I wrote, mirror polisher?
Only my face by rice-seedling mud is not soiled Breastfeeding on my lap what dreams do you see?
Single renku stanzas
Giving birth to love in the world, she adorns herself
Autumn wind saying not a word child in tears
Among women one allowed to lead them in chorus
Easing in her slender forearm for his pillow
Two death poems:
On a journey taken ill dreams on withered fields wander about
Clear cascade - into the ripples fall green pine needles