[News] PIW 1 September 2010

PIW 1 September 2010

This issue of PIW brings together Dutch and Australian poetry which looks at notions of travel, home and exile. Drifters and loners populate the selection of poems by early-twentieth-century Dutch poet J. Slauerhoff, from retired fado singers in colonial Mozambique to lonely sailors re-reading letters while at sea. Whereas J. Slauerhoff’s work embraces the limbo of homelessness and displacement, Australian Peter Skrzynecki’s poetry is one of deep engagement with the Australian landscape, as a place of both exile and home.

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Poem of the Week

I KNOW the butcher bird . . .

António Gamoneda

Clip of the Month

IN THE ALPS

Nyk de Vries

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DarkPoetry Poem of the Day: Unholy Haunts

Shades of life en-hued with death,
Places where we wish to rest,
Traces of what cannot be,
Remnants linger of deep regrets,
Traded words 'tween you and me,

the failure of humanity…

we wrote our vows
behind breathless eyes
our swollen lips
savored our promises

of sweat-bound moans...

while drying our brows
on handed-down pillows

we whispered our vows
in handed-down
words

and fell into their
familiar warmth:
embracing
our own empty
bed

and 'faith' failed
to form trust…

'sacrifice' cowered
somewhere behind us…

and 'co(m)promise'
occurred when our
tongues met

we prayed in each other's
arms,
sliding our words
around our mouths,
slipping them along
our thighs,
allowing them
to moisten our skin
and press hot
against our chests
god
throbbing
within

bathed in passion
we tasted our vows
under our sweat
like crown
beneath coke
like fear
beneath laughter
like lust
below
love

'co-mittere'
never sent forth
for us

our future died
within the hollow
confines
of a withered,
provided
past

that crawled over
our minty teeth
and dropped between
our damp sheets
like
a rotten fruit
thrown to the
ground

a decaying gift
babbling
unholy haunts:
traces of erasures,
absent echoes
restless places
hallowed out
words:

till death do us part

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[Poetry Chaikhana] Yoka Genkaku (Yongjia Xuanjue) - [25] Just take hold of the source (from The Shodoka)

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[25] Just take hold of the source (from The Shodoka)

By Yoka Genkaku (Yongjia Xuanjue)
(665 - 713)

English version by Robert Aitken

Just take hold of the source
And never mind the branches.
It is like a treasure-moon
Enclosed in a beautiful emerald.
Now I understand this Mani-jewel
And my gain is the gain of everyone endlessly.

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What is there
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Hi Omss -

The Shodoka is a beautiful collection of enlightenment and wisdom poems. Although it is known primarily in the West through the influence of Japanese Zen practice, it actually is a seventh century Chinese composition. In Japanese, it is known as the Shodoka, composed by Yoka Genkaku; in Chinese, it is called the Cheng Tao Ko, by Yongjia Xuanjue.

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Just take hold of the source
And never mind the branches.

I love those lines! They express the essentialism of Zen so well. We are reminded not to dally about with the endless manifestations of the mind and its experiences -- even 'spiritual' experiences.

We are given the image of a tree or, at least, the image is hinted at with the mention of branches. Picture a tree for a moment, an ancient tree with a strong trunk. This is the tree of pure awareness. And from that trunk emerges countless branches, the branches of mind and experience. The trunk is the central structure, the source, the foundation of reality, while the branches are the many phenomena that emerge. Each branch is the perception of an experience, an object, a sensation, an encounter, an event. Most people hover at the outer reaches of the tree, and they only ever know the touch of its branches. Its easy to spend entire lifetimes there fascinated by the play of light upon the leaves, endlessly seeking the sweet fruit that grows there, imagining each branch to be its own separate, unrelated experience. And there is always one more branch to explore. There is always one more experience to be had.

But if we really want to know the nature of this tree that is everything to us, all of our reality, then we must find a sturdy branch and trace its route to the central trunk. We follow the pathways of the mind to the core of still awareness from which mind emerges. Only then do we see what it is that the branches express. Only then do we understand the nature of experiences, mind, and awareness. Only then do we know ourselves and our true relationship to the world we experience.

When Yoka Genkaku proclaims that "my gain is the gain of everyone endlessly," he is reaffirming what mystics all over the world have asserted, that, in that moment of pure awareness, all conflicts, all opposites, all disharmonies, even past and future, are fully resolved within the individual. For those who, through compassion, wish to bring healing to the world, the way to do this is to first bring the world to resolution within oneself, and then all actions naturally lead toward establishing that truth externally. Or, more accurately, all of the world is found to be within oneself. When the world is resolved within, the mind ceases to project false images of the world that appear to be external to the individual. Resolving the world within, brings "gain" to oneself and automatically brings "gain" to everyone eternally since everything emanates from that single point of resolution and there is nothing truly external.

And my gain is the gain of everyone endlessly.

(PS- That photo of the boy in the tree... that's me in the early 1970s.)

Ivan

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