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• 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
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• 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.


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Verses Only: Renku 7

For commentaries see Basho Renku Section 7

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

The following stanza fits in with the previous one,

and along with that, it stands out to the eyes,making the verse lively.


While scholars say Basho’s poetry was “dominated by subdued, withered images,” his renku abound with color and liveliness

 

As I looked into the person in the previous stanza,
I considered what sort of individual this would be,
then gave him a human character.

 

Basho: the poet of humanity.

 

Even in dreamssake                    7:11
gives me a hangover

Native place
forgotten yet my horse
goes clip clop

 

 

The crying child’s
face is such a mess
Renting a room                                             7: 15
they make no fire
to boil rice

 

 

With only a whisper                                    7: 35
hair dresser departs
In dyer’s shop
all sorts of material
scattered about

 

 

Winter solstice on porch
my desperation for love!
No matter how                                             7: 36
I make up and dress
he gazes not back

 

 

For some coolness
kids go naked and wait
for moon to rise
Straw mats their shields                                   7: 46
they run and jump about
“Are you asleep?”
strange that the dog’s tail
keeps its shape


 

In the moonlight
among O-Bon lanterns,
time to weep
Autumn wind more slender                           7: 50
than strands of her hair

 

 

Mixed bathing
in a Suwa hot spring
twilight dim,
Among them a tall                                             7: 69
mountain ascetic
From slender threads
love becomes intense -
Though my thoughts                                        7: 70
are of love, “eat something!”
she commands me

 

 

When a pilgrim dies
shimmers rise from path
More than any,                                              7: 72
the reality of a butterfly
is so pathetic

 

 

 

From too much rice wine
bald his head has become
At the eyes                                        7: 74
of dice he does stare
in the twilight

 

 

 

                    ------------------------------------

 

 

 

 

Well, well. . . I
sit on earthen floor
with no fleas

My name is a joke                     7: 75
in my native place

 

 

Deciding not to take                   7:77
the doctor’s medicine

As cherries bloom
wandering place to place
in Yoshino mountains

 

 

Market town
above the smell of things
summer moon

“So hot, so very hot”                   7: 95
voices at every gate

Second weeding
still undone, grain heads
now emerging -
Striking the ashes
from single dried salmon

 

 

In these parts                             7: 96
silver coins are unknown,
damn it all!

Absurdly long sword
hanging from his waist
Evening dusk
startled by a frog
in thick grass

To pick buds of coltsfoot          7: 97
lantern shaken goes out

 

.

 

Her devotion
arosewhen blossoms
were in bud
On the Noto Peninsula
winter life is so hard

Toothless gums                     7: 98
into old age gnawing
on a fish bone

He lets her lover in
lock on mansion gate -

 

 

Leaning against
the screen, bunch of maids
knock it over –

Wretched the bathroom’s              7: 99
bamboo floorboards

Evening storm
blows down the fragrant
seeds of fennel

 

 

 

Monkey showman                        7: 100
through world with monkey
autumn moon

 

 

 

So so many
changes have occurred
in my love affairs

In this floating world                   7: 105
all end as Komachi

For what reason?
given rice gruel to sip
eyes fill with tears

 

 

On straw mat
we are stuck with unsold
market greens

Crawling child manages         7: 139
to snatch rice from tray

 

 

 

In her haste
nowhere can she find
the lamp oil

She steps on his boil                  7: 140
so parting is wretched

 

 

 

Chattering about things
the faces of farm wives

Smell of garlic                          7: 143
cannot be approached yet
still in love

Weak from excess heat
July in mosquito net

 

 

 

Traces of leech bites,                   7: 152
scratching feels so good

A love affair
on this day of rest
may I forget

 

 


Convenience on a journey         7: 155
daybreak lantern is placed

How depressing:
the wisdom of women
is so fleeting

 

 

His carriage pulls in
the neighbor’s gateway

“Fickle one,                               7: 174
under hedge of spikes
you must crawl!”

Now, before he leaves,
she hands him his sword

 

Sick and tired of him playing around with other women, she has closed her front gateway (double meaning alert). He parks his vehicle in the neighbor’s spot to enter a side door. Between the two properties stands a hedge of a tall citrus scrub whose branches divide into twigs ending in inch-long daggers. She thinks “If you want me, suffer as much pain as you caused me!!” He passed through the ordeal, and they slept together. A samurai always carries his sword – except in bed. In the morning, she hands him the “sword” which is the manhood he lost last night crawling on the dirt like a worm. He crawls back under the hedge to his carriage and leaves.  The cycle is complete. 

 

Unseen by all
now and then I cry
thinking of love

Tonight too boat rocking             7: 183
shakes me from a dream

 

 

Walking about
hired to do laundry
her lowly work

She resents the snarling
cries of cats fighting

High on top,                          7: 197
low on bottom, how
love is done

 

 

 

Plum blossoms, young greens,         7: 207
at Mariko post station
tororo yam paste

My new hat of sedge
daybreak in springtime

 

 

 

Daffodils and                             7: 210
the white paper windows
eachother reflect

Only this charcoal fire
is winter entertainment

 

 

With one sleeve
missing, winter shower
gets inside robe

Four or five sons                     7: 211
barking in a ruckus

 

 

Evening dusk,
going back for the pipe
he left behind

Rice maidens for fun                 7: 238
throw mud at each other

Stone Buddhas
without features missing
there are none

 

 

 

After having measles                 7: 241
traces are a benefit

One foot at a time
succession of old sandals
replaced by new

 

 

 

Due date approaching,
her light carefree face –
No time to talk
at neighborhood well
about fickle men

Thread seller as guest               7: 255
departs the morning after

 

Her semblance of power
pebbles thrown in vain

Among women                         7: 257
one allowed to lead
them in chorus

 

 

This morning I found                7: 267
a strand of white hair

Year after year
lined up under blossoms
number of friends

 

 

Drunk on new sake
so dazed and dopey

With nothing                       7: 281
to say, you and I
face each other

 

 

Within white wall,                        7: 291
the pounding of cloth
starts to sound

Receiving light from
candle, evening moon

 

Basho wrote numerous poems of his fascination with the sound of a woman at work, for in that sound he hears her heart; and also his fascination with anything white, for in white he sees purity. Here the sound seems to emerge from the white wall, though actually it comes through that whiteness from the woman hidden in the next room. Basho explores how sound comes from wall; the next poet how light comes from candle. without the humanity of Basho’s stanza.

 


 

Young and helpless
with bow and arrows,
the boy kneels

White hair seen through               7: 299
gaps in bamboo blind

 

 

 

Before he leaves,
to his chilly jacket she
gives her warmth

When young both of them         7: 320
are innocent in love

 

 

 

Husband and wife talk                   7: 356
of becoming beggars

Turning backs
to each other, they
wipe off snow

 

 

 

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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