sick in winter the infinite white of the ceiling
—Ernest Wit
Issue 19.1 | 11 July 2019
Simple but very nice…
Moving and can relate: I published this ku in bottle rockets in 2018:
bedridden the whiteness of hospital walls
Very effective, Ernest -'infinite' speaks volumes.
I have this 'illness-ku' here on tinywords from 31st July 2017, although it's perhaps a little more hopeful…
on the mend . . . this long afternoon stitched by swallows
I feel this could even allude to Matsuo Basho and his haikai verses about being sick on a journey, as well as this winter verse:
.
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umi kurete kamo no koe honoka ni shiroshi
Matsuo Basho 1684–85 Journal of Bleached Bones in a Field
a darker sea becomes white and faint in a wild duck’s voice
trans. Alan Summers
the smell of old white everything is replicated in me
Alan Summers Prune Juice: Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga Issue 21: March, 2017 ed. Steve Hodge
Very nice juxtaposition through the single word, white.
True…
When infinity is present, there should be everlasting genesis… mating of disease and health ! so i gather hope in this very sad scenery … Thank you !
ice storm — chemotherapy cancelled
Thank you for your thought-provoking comments. I’d like to add that ‘celing’ might be a harsh equivalent of ‘heaven’, the two things similar by contrast. ‘Celing’ – white, hard, concrete, and low. ‘Heaven’ – blue, soft, ethereal, and high.
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July 11th, 2019 at 9:26 am
Simple but very nice…
July 11th, 2019 at 9:33 am
Moving and can relate: I published this ku in bottle rockets in 2018:
bedridden
the whiteness of
hospital walls
July 11th, 2019 at 10:21 am
Very effective, Ernest -'infinite' speaks volumes.
I have this 'illness-ku' here on tinywords from 31st July 2017, although it's perhaps a little more hopeful…
on the mend . . .
this long afternoon
stitched by swallows
July 11th, 2019 at 10:21 am
I feel this could even allude to Matsuo Basho and his haikai verses about being sick on a journey, as well as this winter verse:
.
?????????????
umi kurete kamo no koe honoka ni shiroshi
Matsuo Basho
1684–85
Journal of Bleached Bones in a Field
a darker sea
becomes white and faint
in a wild duck’s voice
trans. Alan Summers
.
the smell of old white
everything is replicated
in me
Alan Summers
Prune Juice: Journal of Senryu, Kyoka, Haibun & Haiga Issue 21: March, 2017 ed. Steve Hodge
.
July 11th, 2019 at 10:58 am
Very nice juxtaposition through the single word, white.
July 11th, 2019 at 11:22 am
True…
When infinity is present, there should be everlasting genesis…
mating of disease and health !
so i gather hope in this very sad scenery …
Thank you !
July 11th, 2019 at 12:15 pm
ice storm —
chemotherapy
cancelled
July 12th, 2019 at 1:18 am
Thank you for your thought-provoking comments. I’d like to add that ‘celing’ might be a harsh equivalent of ‘heaven’, the two things similar by contrast. ‘Celing’ – white, hard, concrete, and low. ‘Heaven’ – blue, soft, ethereal, and high.