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• Introduction to this site
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• Love and Sex in Basho
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• Humanity and Friendship
• On Translating Basho
• Basho Himself
• Poetry and Music
• The Physical Body
• Food, Drink, and Fire
• Animals in Basho
• Space and Time
• Letters Year by Year
• Bilingual Basho 日本語も
• 芭蕉について日本語の論文
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Matsuo Basho 1644~1694

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




basho4humanity
@gmail.com




Plea for Affiliation

 

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in finding someone
individual, university,

or foundation - 
to take over my

3000 pages of material,   
to cooperate with me 

to edit the material,
to receive all royalties 

from sales, to spread

Basho’s wisdom worldwide,
and preserve for

future generations.


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Verses Only: Renku 3

From volume 3 of the Basho Renku Zenchuukai (BRZ)

Legend:
Words of Basho in bold
Words of other poets not bold

"Make renku ride the Energy; chime in incorrectly, you ruin the rhythm."

 

With each following stanza Basho illustrates how to ride the energy of the previous stanza without ruining the rhythm.

 

Gems of water
falling into a dream
realm of magic
Sun bumps Her forehead                              3: 25                       
on peak of Mount Fuji

 

 

From his seclusion                                       3: 28
he comes to peak in on
his wife and kids
With one song in his ears
the play quarters linger

 

 

 

Ritual wands aflame
spirit of white dove
Prayers for the dead                                  3: 50                       
moon shines on the mirror
stained with blood

 

 

 

Breaking off a lotus
to adorn a lovely girl
Iridescent                                                  3: 51                          
kingfisher alights
on dance stage

 

 

Making love to young lord
clouds over hunting ground
Our first princess                                      3: 96                         
in headman’s household
shall be nurtured

 

 

 

Watch Master Basho
swat at butterflies!
This rotten                                             3: 98                       
verse even a dog
will not eat 


 

Ridiculed for
his Little Murasaki
cast in gold
Black as fins of bream                           3: 99                  
a good woman’s breasts

 

 

With iron bow
go forth to confront 
a brutal world
Tigress at daybreak                                    3: 100                                   
yearns to be pregnant

 

 

 

A secret man, for shame!                           3: 120                               
your life so wretched!
As morning glory
vines twist and turn,
shaken awake -
Forlorn she cuts her hair,
their lies spread like kudzu
Clinging to mama                                      3: 120                
she turns her back on
the Moon’s orb

 

 

 

After thirty years
in the Yoshiwara, age 
hair ninety-nine
On the bedroom pillar                          3 125
nembutsu is written   
        

 

 

Air shimmers,                                       3: 124     
building daimyo's mansion
The Sun-Carpenter
Brides blossom within brides
a hundred years of grain

 

 

Seeds start to sprout
for our treasured grass
Giving birth to                                            3: 158                         
love in the world, she
adorns herself 

 

 

Whose nation                                             3: 161                
is recalled? as a mirror
the moon shines                 
Fascinated by a song
written for the koto

 

 

Till her hair grows back                                3: 185
she must hide her self            
In the bitterness
of delusion, squeezing out
milk to throw away
Beside unfading stupa
in distress she cries
Shadow figure                                              3: 186
in the cold of dawn
lights a fire                           
Empty house, the owner
removed by poverty

 

 

 

Coming down from Court
to street of gossipy neighbors -
“How are blossoms
at the palace?” nun asks
the second nun
“A butterfly among wireweed!”                    3: 188
she says, blowing her nose

 

 

 

From late night
pillow talk, I realize
we are cousins
Our marriage cut off                                    3: 198         
my grief remaining

 

 

 

Tomorrow to the enemy
“our necks shall be sent”
Having Kosanda                                    3: 199           
hold my sake cup
one song I sing

 

 

 

Bamboo fence
crumbled and washed away
by the tsunami
A Buddha was eaten                                           3: 210            
by fish we cut open

 

 

 

Lady love would tear off                                3: 213     
her sleeve for my muffler
With such a lover
I’ll drink up the barrel
for my coffin

 

 

With one poppy petal
Zen name fell to him
Crescent moon                                             3: 214                 
leaves the east dark
as the bell tolls

 

 

Making tofu, I begin
mourning for my mother
The Saint Gensei’s                                    3: 2__
tears must have destroyed
sleeves of his robe

 

 

 

No wind blows                                         3: 218           
on an autumn day
no sake in jug

 

 

 

A kotatsu without fire                               3: 220   
is the person no more

 

 

 

In a haze he worships
beauty of female form
From the far north                                          3: 258           
the groom a frustrated
wordless butterfly

 

 

 

Sorcerer in Kyoto
to heal my tumor
Base of Fuji                                                3:: 259       
wearing conical hat
riding a horse

 

 

 

Dew where the coffin                                3: 261       
has soon disappeared 
Torn apart
soldiers' armor sent
to their country 
After Korean campaign
tending vegetable fields

 

 

Sake drinking auntie
is so very lonely –
In a letter                                                  3: 296            
she tells all her grief
playing dice

 

 

Bone fragments in cascade                                3: 299
transformed by morning sun
With reverence 
on Buddha’s stone seat
blossoms eternal

 

 

 

With this song                                                 3: 300                  
to women, silkworms
I have sent

 

 

 

Comes a dream
of woman cutting her
jet black hair
Love seen through,                                                3: 310                   
morning glory moon 

 

 

 

Your treasures shall be                                         3: 330              
a number of years

 

 

Basho4humanity@gmail.com 






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The Three Thirds of Basho

 

 

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.

 

basho4humanity@gmail.com
Basho's thoughts on...
• What Children Do: Basho Honors the Young
• Introduction to this site
• The Human Story:
• Praise for Women
• Love and Sex in Basho
• Children and Teens
• Humanity and Friendship
• On Translating Basho
• Basho Himself
• Poetry and Music
• The Physical Body
• Food, Drink, and Fire
• Animals in Basho
• Space and Time
• Letters Year by Year
• Bilingual Basho 日本語も
• 芭蕉について日本語の論文
• Basho Renku, 芭蕉連句
• Women in Basho
• BAMHAY (Basho Amazes Me! How About You?)
• New Articles


Matsuo Basho 1644~1694

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




basho4humanity
@gmail.com




Plea for Affiliation

 

Plea For Affiliation

 

I pray for your help

in finding someone
individual, university,

or foundation - 
to take over my

3000 pages of material,   
to cooperate with me 

to edit the material,
to receive all royalties 

from sales, to spread

Basho’s wisdom worldwide,
and preserve for

future generations.


basho4humanity

@gmail.com