... I ain't gonna say a word 'bout snow or cold this time - been gathering 'ku wherever I go now -the form, haiku with ease we slide on the ice of it, as did jack w/jazz in daze of yore.....
many of them won't get written because of the move and I forget but I got plans for the spring - bike gonna be my platform, my beast of burden into 'ku country - a pony with wheels -
a man is not
limited by his machines
but only his mind
On walks with the hound around here I have penetrated some of the backroads at least until my fingers get cold - not very far but far enough to imagine many things - all the backroads within range of my longhouse go into the woods in all directions - from just what I've been able to see so far bike season can't get here soon enough - there are 'ku all over this landscape, 'ku I can't even imagine - I can hear the whisper of them all even in the frigid air - not just 'ku either but short-form all over -
yesterday at the bridge
three deer crossing the ice upstream
their tracks on the snow
met my landlord for the first time two days ago - he enjoys meeting & talking to people - 82 years old but ya wouldn't know it - said he had been in the service, I didn't ask when or where - could have been Korea, maybe even Vietnam if he had been in for twenty years - he had to think for a moment if he was 82 or 83 - 20 yrs older and me and moving around right spry - if I make that age I hope I'm as lively as him - I liked him right off -
treasure on the plateau
shining as diamonds
the people
lots of folks up here favor those Mongolian style hats, you know, the ones that cover the entire head with ear flaps and lined with rabbit fur - my landlord was wearing a camo head rag - he lifted you up with his speech & manner -
this region could exist without all the talk but the talk & flow of speech are here just the same
