Monthly Archives: April 2014

6 Maman Philippe

As I stepped out onto my porch: Snow falling – Deafening, I leave my house.   Basho’s liminal role in Japanese culture led to “creation of new poetic associations with place (haimakura) and new poetic resonances” (Inouye, 76). This new … Continue reading

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5 Maman Philippe

Listening to music in my room: As the record spins, The needle reads, Another record.     The very first line from The Woman Who Spent Her Life in Love by Saikaku argues that it is impossible for the self … Continue reading

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4 Maman Philippe

      As I was washing dishes this week, Washing dishes, I cut my finger, red morning light. Merton speaks about the great needs of man, which Christianity must hold to be self-evident restrictions on its form. He outlines, … Continue reading

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3 Maman Philippe

Talking with a friend, I slip on ice— Embarrassed, I continue.   This week, I had a hard time accepting the fact that relationships are just as ephemeral as the other objects we mistakenly hold on to. “If we understood … Continue reading

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2 Maman Philippe

  This week I was driving down Curtis St. —   Gearshift in neutral Inertia-controlled Silence.     In As I Crossed A Bridge of Dreams, translated by Ivan Morris, the theme of youth seems to be representative of being out … Continue reading

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1 Maman Philippe

A pair of leaves Held by one – They crumble. In Professor Inouye’s text, Evanescence and Form An Introduction to Japanese Culture, one theme stood out among the rest while reading the first few sections. “Constant change works against our … Continue reading

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8 Lee Karen

Walking through a park near home The sun’s rays through the naked tree branches blind me The readings presented a dilemma for me similar to the one voiced in class. It was difficult for me to reconcile the image of … Continue reading

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7 Lee Karen

Passing through the wind tunnel, saw the trees… The empty bird’s nest shakes with the wind.   In Nitobe Inazo’s Bushido – the Soul of Japan, we learn that Japanese women were also duty-bound to certain actions, the most striking … Continue reading

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6 Lee Karen

Just looking up at the night sky… I must admit that this week’s reading confused me. What I can draw from it is that Basho’s poetry exemplifies both change and the unchanging, and are thus timeless. The emotion in his … Continue reading

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5 Lee Karen

Looking up at the night sky one evening…   Ihara Saikaku’s The Woman Who Loved Love is the ‘confession’ of a woman who has whiled away her life promiscuously pursuing pleasure. Though she was born into a noble family, through … Continue reading

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