One of my favorite artists is the Japanese woodblock print-maker Maki Haku (1924 - 1999). I recently bought the print you see here (titled Owl-A), and as I looked at it, I began to see a snow owl, at night, in a tree, waiting...
Winter night. New moon. Snow owl waiting in silence, Watching for movement.
We just got back from a week in Stratford, Ontario, where we spent most of our time in theaters, at the Shakespeare Festival. But we also indulged me--by finding a number of old industrial buildings in varying stages of reuse or decay. Including this one, about which we could find out nothing...
Vacant factory, Its roof gone, windows broken. Its story untold.
I leapt into the Void, Figuratively, like Yves Klein. But literally, figuratively, What does it matter? The Void Is still The Void.
So, OK, it's not a haiku. But I read today a review of a retrospective on the work of the French conceptual artist Yves Klein (at the Hirschorn, in DC, this summer) (review here), and I was reminded of this photograph and of the poem I wrote about it in March 1998. And it's my blog, so I can break my own rules...
Bob Dylan sang tonight, live from the White House, and I felt transformed by the words and by the memories of a whole flood of words and sights and sounds..."there's a battle outside/And it is ragin'/It'll soon shake your windows/And rattle your walls/For the times they are a-changin'..." Forty-six years on, and that battle is still outside--and still inside me, and maybe inside all of us--and still raging.
Words from a distance… In time, not space…and the times Are changing again
I'm listening to the Steve Kuhn Trio (the CD is Mostly Coltrane) last night, and I'm struck by a song that I don't think I'd ever heard before buying this CD, "Jimmy's Mode." [It's on a posthumous Coltrane release, Stellar Regions (1995), which I don't have. But which I think I'll have to buy.] On this version, Joe Lovano is playing tenor, and his performance is exquisite; the rest of the group might as well not be there. Shortly before the song begins, I turn out the lights, getting ready to head off to sleep. But the music keeps me in my seat.
Minor key. Tenor sax Plays a somber melody. I sit in darkness.