You’re floating in a sea of tranquil words. You’re lost in reading Basho:
In their ecstasy of a single night
Under the moon of summer.
Nothing can be more tranquil than a Basho haiku.
- That rugged mountain in the village of Sarashina is where the villagers in the remote past used to abandon their ageing mothers among the rocks.
Bam! It’s like a sudden blow to the head. You never see it coming.
“A Visit to Sarashina Village” is in Basho’s The Narrow Road to the Deep North, which self started reading about a week ago and which is going to be — self can feel it — the defining reading experience of the summer, if not of the entire 2016. It is a very, very thin book, but self advances about a page a day.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.