tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291020897844786012024-03-13T23:46:51.187-06:00tobikomu – 365 days of overdoing BashōDerekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-63095769509260674822009-11-08T19:12:00.019-07:002009-11-08T19:38:40.223-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/SveAqOjuljI/AAAAAAAAADg/7Kf8s3MamL0/s1600-h/HereNowThis1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/SveAqOjuljI/AAAAAAAAADg/7Kf8s3MamL0/s400/HereNowThis1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401927741005010482" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/SveAmMsue_I/AAAAAAAAADY/i4Vc3vsz0-w/s1600-h/HereNowThis2.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/Svd_4pd6XBI/AAAAAAAAACI/Di4DOLhxUHk/s400/HereNowThis12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926889234914322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/Svd_1U3OiZI/AAAAAAAAACA/sLK4lu4ghns/s1600-h/HereNowThis13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/Svd_1U3OiZI/AAAAAAAAACA/sLK4lu4ghns/s400/HereNowThis13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926832164342162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/Svd_xqc_bsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P9zpCPPTv_c/s1600-h/HereNowThis14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tBqYv27oPh8/Svd_xqc_bsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/P9zpCPPTv_c/s400/HereNowThis14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401926769240403650" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-36518130782322482352009-04-06T22:09:00.001-06:002009-04-06T22:17:02.758-06:00Day 39an old pond<div>swallows the green frog</div><div>sound of blue water</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>h/t the game... (damnit)</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-87777301059891337252009-04-05T23:27:00.000-06:002009-04-05T23:28:19.146-06:00Day 38Old pond--<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>frog into it<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>sounds water.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Space of the page, and all...</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-75473766169171010362009-04-05T23:25:00.001-06:002009-04-05T23:27:23.504-06:00Day 37Pondside thick with mold,<div>a frog flops itself into</div><div>its watery sound.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-88104919459968885892009-04-04T01:14:00.001-06:002009-04-04T01:15:53.000-06:00Day 36A pond's age<div>lets the frog in</div><div>its watery sound.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Oooh. That's horrible. But I'm tired.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-70390652726330794612009-04-02T21:09:00.002-06:002009-04-02T21:12:32.299-06:00Day 35Sound of water<div>leaping frog</div><div>in the pond, now.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Having spent about six weeks on this already (I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">swear</span> Imma fix the days), I find the reversal rather refreshing. The insistence of the "now" is also somewhat exciting. </div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-36895345486059385212009-04-01T14:33:00.001-06:002009-04-01T14:38:11.236-06:00Day 34This old pond--<div>frog leaps in,</div><div>builds water's sound.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>h/t Bob Villa.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-50162377721387944902009-03-31T16:57:00.002-06:002009-03-31T16:59:08.734-06:00Day 33Old pond, full of mold<div>through which a frog slips away</div><div>into water's sound.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Meh. 5-7-5 again. Must be the formal poetry packet I just handed out to my students that's keeping me so rigid these days. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">No</span>, dirty mind, not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">that</span> packet!</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-18599751105986512009-03-30T23:28:00.001-06:002009-03-30T23:29:46.648-06:00Day 32Pond at dusk--<div>a frog's leap in</div><div>sounds water.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Dusk is old-ish, yes?</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-19628712354375065882009-03-29T19:40:00.002-06:002009-03-29T19:42:11.517-06:00Day 31The old pond a space<div>for a frog to leap into,</div><div>for water to sound.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>A bit more of the traditional kindy-garteny 5-7-5 style. This one perhaps more successful than the previous...</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-7340220709301853732009-03-28T21:14:00.001-06:002009-03-28T21:16:50.660-06:00Day 30Pond yawns,<div>frog leaps in</div><div>water sounding out.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Taking a note from yesterday's funning around. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also realized that I've blown the numbering of all the days, and will have to remedy that at some point in the future.</div><div><br /></div><div>But then, aren't we always fucking up the numbering of all our days?</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-7676568128393845592009-03-27T13:51:00.002-06:002009-03-27T14:06:34.329-06:00Day 29Off-the-wall pompilid--<div>Friulian jubilates except</div><div>Watcheye's soul brother.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Played the Oulippian n+7 game this afternoon... Except I also adj+7'd, prep.+7'd and v+7'd. </div><div><br /></div><div>Seriously, you expected maybe 365 translations that I can't have any fun with?</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-49859768204185940252009-03-27T13:48:00.002-06:002009-03-27T13:51:48.354-06:00Day 28Fur ice yaw<div>karamu tobikomu</div><div>Maze no too</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Here's what spellcheck thinks of Basho. I do like the "yaw"</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-5899578390928660602009-03-25T11:52:00.001-06:002009-03-25T11:52:43.673-06:00Day 27An old pondside;<div>frog jumps in</div><div>sounding the shallows.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-88695215192027573632009-03-25T11:51:00.001-06:002009-03-25T11:51:55.706-06:00Day 26pond, old--<div>a frog jumping into it</div><div>splashes water</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-1982541197438641572009-03-23T19:19:00.000-06:002009-03-23T19:20:25.139-06:00Day 26old pond<div>in the frog jumps</div><div>water sounds</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>???</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-4826456032707752622009-03-22T22:35:00.001-06:002009-03-22T22:35:36.928-06:00Day 25pond settled<div>frog jumps in</div><div>water's sound</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-47053812059891255832009-03-21T18:46:00.002-06:002009-03-21T18:49:01.164-06:00Day 24the old pond--<div>frog sprung into</div><div>water's sound</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In "yesterday's" post, I caught onto the idea of "springing," which may or may not be available in the Japanese, but the way the spring and old meet up against each other creates an enjoyable premonition and admission of the surprise in the last line. I have to admit, though, my personal imagination of the pond is a humid, midsummery one...</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-16987910003687859072009-03-21T18:45:00.001-06:002009-03-21T18:46:36.193-06:00Day 23old pond--<div>spring frog</div><div>water sound</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>My first fully missed day, and the first day of spring, to boot. Anyhow, in honor of the equinox...</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-7811071048290673112009-03-20T01:16:00.001-06:002009-03-20T01:17:45.331-06:00Day 22An old pond--<div>this frog's small leap</div><div>sounds water.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tired, tipsy, thusly.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-11918724935618586302009-03-18T21:58:00.002-06:002009-03-18T22:18:11.966-06:00Day 21Here by the old pond<div>a frog suddenly leaps in--</div><div>to water sounding.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>5-7-5: see? Overdone. But that's the business of this blog, no?</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-67748784625156823032009-03-17T23:07:00.001-06:002009-03-17T23:09:50.360-06:00Day 20Old pond-- <div>green frog leaps in</div><div>water's sound.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Good old Matty O'Basho.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-33973911110486966622009-03-16T23:06:00.003-06:002009-03-16T23:10:32.366-06:00Day 19The old pond's<div>frog leaps in</div><div>water's sound.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Why not two possessives? Can't the pond, as central fact of the poem's occasion, be the source and the generation of the water's sound as well as of the frog? The environment--i.e., the larger locus of the poem's activity-- may very well be the source of this poem's meaningfulness, so I thought I might give the sound it's generative location in the pond itself. I do dig the enjambments quite a bit, whatever the case may end up to be.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-64282514743164286042009-03-15T20:46:00.002-06:002009-03-15T20:54:31.465-06:00Day 18Full, rude, ick, yet--<div>call what zooms toy boat coming</div><div>amazing;--no, all told...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Listening to Raoul Hausmann while cleaning up after Peter's 11th bday party, while doing laundry, while doing dishes and sweeping/mopping, which spurred me to a homophonic translation tonight. I was intending to head this way one of these days (though, at the tender young age of Day 18, it impresses upon me the breadth of this project--where the fuck else do I go from here?!?!). </div><div><br /></div><div>I do like--quite a bit--the "Full," the "zooms" and the "no." The fullness of the pond seems to be a given in the original, but the insistence gives the poem new possible directions. "Zooms" is particularly fun--the idea of the frog's speed involves itself in there. The "no" is a bit more problematic, yet still fascinating. The idea that the frog has nothing to do with the sound is given a certain English-y force by fact of the "no"--which suggests that we (The Readers) are wrong in our assumptions of the splash being the product of frog against water--the sound is instead (and correctly, I believe) the water's.</div><div><br /></div><div>More homophonic shit at later date(s), I'm sure.</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329102089784478601.post-31305074411458946502009-03-14T21:31:00.003-06:002009-03-14T21:32:27.520-06:00Day 17small grove's<div>pond--</div><div>a frog's leap then</div><div>water's sound</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Embellishment, yes. Yet this is my imagination of the pond, and why not allow it in?</div>Derekhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17172825009882827116noreply@blogger.com0