Further thoughts and poems by Santoka

November 13,1934.Twenty years since I began writing haiku, and I realize more than ever: haiku writing is a practice that’s easy to take up, but very difficult to really get anywhere in. It’s like Buddhism in that respect.

June 24, 1935.Get rid of attachment — attachment to sake, to poetry writing, to you yourself!

195
footsteps approaching
now they’ve gone away
fallen leaves

December 8,1936. Haiku-like haiku aren’t particularly bad. But haiku that don’t seem haiku-like at all—nowadays that’s the kind I’m after.

207
green—
drunk and it gets
even greener

235
soaking deeper and deeper
into the rocks
fall night rain

236
autumn wind
for all my walking—
for all my walking—

The Hermitage, Chapel Peak.

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About Jamie Nicol

Living in the forested hills of Catalonia, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. Zen teacher, recovering philosopher, small-scale natural farmer. Writing just what comes.
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