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Author Archives: The Baron
Haiku #12 Dream Time
one stepping stone after another
water flowing in between
both still, both moving
Article 46 Time Dreaming
one stepping stone after another
water flowing in between….
both still, both moving
Buddhism 101 #1 The Three Marks of Existence
Suffering, impermanence and egolessness.
Notes from the Secretary: Upcoming new Buddhism 101 series
The Three Marks of Existence coming soon…
Haiku #11 Fresh Sunny Day
. . A string bag of rotting oranges at the base of a tree The insects are rejoicing Another beautiful fresh clean sunny day! . . Una bolsa de hilo de naranjas podridas en la base de un árbol Los insectos se regocijan ¡Otro hermoso día fresco, limpio y soleado! #11 11/01/21
Haiku #10 Empty Form
Form is emptiness, emptiness is form . . Black ink form suddenly emergent Creates space out of that white which is not the form Turning nothing into a something which is still not anything yet vivid . . La forma de tinta negra emerge repentinamente Crea espacio a partir de ese blanco que no esContinue reading “Haiku #10 Empty Form”
Article 44 A realm beyond words
“Not everything has a name. Some things lead us into a realm beyond words.” Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. (1918-2008) The following is the Introduction to ALEXANDER SOLZHENITSYN’S Warning to the West, Speeches, 1975-6 given whilst he was an exile from his homeland and living in Montpelier Vermont. He returned to Russia soon after the collapse of theContinue reading “Article 44 A realm beyond words”
Haiku #9 Silence
. . Silence is golden Or so We are told! . . EL SILENCIO El silencio es oro O ¡Como nos dijeron!
Haiku #8 Lothlorien Leaves
Elves in language lost to men, sprites and spirits beyond our ken Frozen in captured time We are all trapped in fresh blue aquarelle nowness.
A spontaneously composed poem is…
Spontaneous poem is like Brushstroke journey One moment following into the next black ink on white paper shape out of the formless punctuation for the sheer hell of it … Even a pause is continuation of the flowering … Even silence speaks…. … And then off we go again Sometimes soaring into rarified alpine airsContinue reading “A spontaneously composed poem is…”
Haiku #7 Marching Mushrooms
Mushrooms march ‘cross vistas of subterranean consciousness Embodying dreams of silent, flowering conquest With soft flesh of fecund purpose. #7 10/29/21
Housekeeping
I don’t know how or why, but #5 was missing in the Haiku series so have renamed them all to get the number sequence right. Have also decided to change the blog from using the Baron pseudonym to my real name. What the hell.
Haiku #6 Van Gogh’s Blessings
After pasting in the Cornfields painting for Haiku #5 by once-pastor to impoverished mining community Van Gogh, and who inspired one of the characters in Emile Zola’s famous work ‘Germinal’ and who later died a patient suffering from mental illness induced by a lifetime of outer world hardships and failures, the following haiku arose, imaginingContinue reading “Haiku #6 Van Gogh’s Blessings”
Haiku: #5 The Times
He: scuffing a forlorn boot on wasteland gravel She: waiting by the river for Lothlorien Prince We: waiting for hope to prove worthy not traitorous (After pasting in the above cornfields painting for this haiku on a whim, another arose now published as #6.)
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