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Kumoinokari

30 Saturday Sep 2017

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Related image

(Wikimedia)

 

I am a devil,

his wife said. You are in Hell.

Maybe in spirit,

he replied, but you look good.

No laughing matter!

she retorted, flushing red.

She looked attractive –

even more so when angry.

I don’t want to hear your voice.

He changed and went out;

he visited the Princess.

She didn’t rate him.

The trouble wasn’t worth it –

he and his wife were quite close.

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Grief

29 Friday Sep 2017

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Kerria japonica01.jpg

(Wikipedia.  Yamabuki – also known as Kerria japonica)

 

The yamabuki

is blooming so profusely

that it seems tactless:

you wouldn’t call it subtle.

Inappropriate,

to say the least, is its show.

No Murasaki

to enjoy the Spring flowers…

It is inconceivable!

And she had been so refined;

she had always been

one for utmost decorum,

so how can this tree

be quite so insensitive,

as to rejoice when we grieve?

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Death of Murasaki

28 Thursday Sep 2017

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File:Murasaki Shikibu Nikki Emaki (Fujita Art Museum) 3.jpg

(Tokyo National Museum)

 

Dew on the lotus –

that is what we must become.

Spring is bleak this year

and the plum blossom blasted.

I hold no concerts

and avoid flirtations.

The snow has melted;

I wish to dissolve as well,

so will remain behind blinds.

A song bird arrives,

but she has now flown her nest.

My grandson enquires:

Are you going to follow her?

I am ready to depart.

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The Handwriting of the Dead

28 Thursday Sep 2017

Posted by Candia in Nostalgia, Poetry, Relationships, Religion, Writing

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calligraphy, despondency, handwriting, Japanese poetry, Longevity

File:Genji emaki YOKOBUE Ms.JPG

 

 

 

The dead’s handwriting

has power to affect us.

The ink was as fresh

as if only yesterday

the brush had been dipped.

He blurred the paper with tears

and re-read her words;

then consigned them to the flames.

Smoke spiralled to the heavens.

He no longer craved

longevity from the gods.

As the snow drifted,

his despondency increased.

The end of the year approached.

 

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Kashiwagi

27 Wednesday Sep 2017

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(Image 12th century: Tokugawa Museum)

 

A man does not live

for millennia, like trees.

If he has one wish,

he wants it to be fulfilled.

An expiation

might lay the tormenting ghost

and all his past sins,

snuffing smoke; quenching embers.

Then he’ll breathe on his death bed

more freely for it.

The rat will not gnaw his soul;

consequences come

and outcomes that may endure

for more than a thousand years.

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Death of Kashiwagi

27 Wednesday Sep 2017

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Genji Monogatari Emaki BOOKTRYST The World39s First Novel As Art

(Tokugawa Museum)

 

One’s humanity

can be destroyed by brooding –

too much dwelling on

superficiality,

as shown by others.

Analysis devastates.

The wrong leaf can bud

from the same stalk as the right.

But though blooms wither,

Spring re-animates.

Bitterness should be buried

with the corpse of past deeds.

Other people determine

part of your life; but not all.

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Waterfowl’s Cry

26 Tuesday Sep 2017

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File:Two Ducks by Hashiguchi Goyō.jpg

(Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.  Wikipedia;

Hashiguchi Goyo)

 

 

There are as many

sorts of women as women.

But some are subtle

and others are quite artless.

Which type had she been ?

Need she seek a vocation?

The waterfowl’s cry

echoed his long past affair.

Her gate, not closely guarded,

gave encouragement.

He would see her once again,

so coughed politely.

Plucking some wistaria,

he took his leave – for now.

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Dutiful Visits

25 Monday Sep 2017

Posted by Candia in art, Arts, Humour, Literature, Nostalgia, Poetry, Relationships, Romance, Writing

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choka, Japanese poetry, Lady Hitachi, Murasaki Shikibu, Seidensticker, Tale of Genji

 

(Wikipedia.  Murasaki Shikibu portrait

Author: Kano Takanobu; )WalkerPlus)

 

When the letter came,

he did not let her see it.

It was pathetic,

but he saved the woman’s face;

she was a princess!

Murasaki was unique –

she should understand.

But why was he so nervous

if the other meant nothing?

Lady Hitachi

is the one he visits now.

No woman need fret:

she has a ginormous nose!

There is no competition.

 

(I have used Edward Seidensticker’s translation of

‘The Tale of Genji’ throughout.  I have taken his prose

and cut, paraphrased and transformed the material,

re-shaping it into chokas and tankas.  My intention was

to capture the spirit of the tale, but to return it to poetry

by using traditional Japanese forms.

Seidensticker made the work accessible to me, for which

I am indebted.)

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Non Pareil

24 Sunday Sep 2017

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Murasaki Shikibu, plum blossom, Tale of Genji

(Image: Wikimedia Commons)

 

It is quite futile

to torment oneself over

the inconstancy

of the opposite sex, she

declared, with a sigh.

The cockerel crowed early

and she had not slept,

but she trespassed on his dreams.

He left the woman’s chamber

on the first pretext.

Now he was back home,

there was no comparison-

just as sprigs of plum blossom

differ greatly from cherry.

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No Reproach

22 Friday Sep 2017

Posted by Candia in Arts, Literature, Music, Poetry, Relationships, Writing

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Genji, Lady of Akashi, Murasaki Shikibu, Sumiyoshi Gukei

Image result for The Lady of Aashiqui Genji

(Genji meets his daughter for first time: The Wind in the Pines,

Burke Collection, NY. Toso Mitsunori – 1583-1638)

 

When the snow drifted

and thick ice glazed the river,

the child and her doll

were despatched in a carriage,

without her mother,

but in the charge of her nurse.

It did not take long

till she transferred affection

to her generous guardian.

Genji visited

The Lady of Ashaki.

Could he make amends?

She offered him no reproach,

as they played a brief duet.

 

Genji takes his daughter from the Akashi lady in order to move her into his own house “A Rack of Clouds” Sumiyoshi Gukei (1631-1705)

(A Rack of Clouds Sumiyoshi Gukei 1631-1705  Picture taken from a Tumblr site on The Tale of Genji: mostbeautifulgenji. The author didn’t say where they had found it. Will be glad to acknowledge location, if told)

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My name is Candia. Its initial consonant alliterates with “cow” and there are connotations with the adjective “candid.” I started writing this blog in the summer of 2012 and focused on satire at the start.

Interspersed was ironic news comment, reviews and poetry.

Over the years I have won some international poetry competitions and have published in reputable small presses, as well as reviewing and reading alongside well- established poets. I wrote under my own name then, but Candia has taken me over as an online persona. Having brought out a serious anthology last year called 'Its Own Place' which features poetry of an epiphanal nature, I was able to take part in an Arts and Spirituality series of lectures in Winchester in 2016.

Lately I have been experimenting with boussekusekeika, sestinas, rhyme royale, villanelles and other forms. I am exploring Japanese themes at the moment, my interest having been re-ignited by the recent re-evaluations of Hokusai.

Thank you to all my committed followers whose loyalty has encouraged me to keep writing. It has been exciting to meet some of you in the flesh- in venues as far flung as Melbourne and Sydney!

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