I dreamt in Haiku last night. I can't say whether they were legitimate Haiku poems or not - 5,7,5 - but it sure felt as though... Has a seemingly brilliant idea ever escorted you through your dreaming state ("filled with jooy and woonder" :), but in the morning you are sadly awoken to the sheer stupidity of its reality? An "I could make millions with this idea" moment, that is shattered after rising... Last night may have been a case of false-genius. I have wisps of poetic remnants running the gamut of my brain this afternoon, but none of them will materialize nor make any structural Haiku-sense ... ("Haiku-sense", that should be a virtue or something. "Is he worthy? I can see that he shows humility...but does he have Haiku-sense? No? Throw him to the lions!!")
It's an amazing Saturday, 66 degrees and sunny - spring is everywhere, and I'm questioning why I remain inside. After our final beginners level A Korean class last evening (we're now privileged enough to take level B on Monday nights rather than Friday - they know we're serious now!!), Jasmine and I strolled through a photography/haiku poetry exhibit in the Korean Cultural Building near city hall. Dag Hammarskjold from Sweden was the Secretary-General of the United Nations from 1953-1961, was awarded the 1961 Nobel Peace Prize, and was also a dedicated photographer and haiku poet. His work was on display for our enjoyment (each poem accompanied a photograph). I'd just like to share a bit of his poetry, as they were captivating enough to invade my r.e.m.
Translated from Swedish to English:
Seventeen syllables
opened the door
to memory and its meaning.
Orient of pilgrimage years
by the dark stream
under the lindens.
When the gods play
they seek a string
untouched by men.
This accidental
meeting of possibilities
calls itself I.
I really liked the last one. It's rightful photograph was one of a black and white seascape that confronted waterlilies floating on an inland pond trapped in weathered rock.
...has Jasmine elicited barrel-laughs with her Fan-Death!!! blog? I hope so, and if you're naive to that which I speak of, follow the link to her site and read forth. It'll make your day. I'll follow up soon with adventures from Sorak Mountain last weekend. It's time that I meet a few friends in Dongdaemun, and really large outdoor market where you can find damn near anything apparently. I'll let you know how it goes...
Hardfunk Dancemaster
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