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Stopped by my favorite bookstore, and picked up a new book, Bashô’s Narrow Road to the Interior. I don’t know why I feel this way, but it seems that books get impregnated with extra emotional energy by the surroundings of the book store they come from. This is why I will not buy books from Amazon or Barnes & Noble.
Regardless, I’m really excited about this book … according to the quote:
Matsuo Bashô (1644-94) is considered Japan’s greatest haiku poet. Narrow Road to the Interior (Oku no Hosomichi) is his masterpiece. Ostensibly a chronological account of the poet’s five-month journey in 1689 into the deep country north and west of the old capital, Edo, the work is in fact artful and carefully sculpted, rich in literary and Zen allusion and filled with great insights and vital rhythms.
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| Excerpt: | Some initial impressions from the translated haiku's of Bashô from "Narrow Road to the Interior." |
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| Tracked: | March 9, 2004 10:10 AM |
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