Letters From Quotidia Episode 97 Autumn Road

Letters From Quotidia Episode 97 Autumn Road

Welcome to Letters From Quotidia – a podcast by Quentin Bega for lovers of music, poetry, and the Crack- that most Irish of nouns which may encompass, news, gossip, fun, entertainment, and enjoyable conversation. Quotidia is that space, that place, where ordinary people lead ordinary lives. But where, from time to time, they encounter the extraordinary.

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beckoning, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean.  It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature.  It is a way in which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly alive, share in our humanity, speak their own silent and expressive language. So wrote Reginald Horace Blyth in the first of his four volume Haiku series published between 1949 and 1952. He has exerted influence on several generations of writers.

What interests me about this definition is that, after stating that a haiku is not a poem, he goes on to define it in terms that are very reminiscent of definitions of poetry that I have come across over the decades. The poem as a doorway or mirror or deep expression of our humanity or a path to our imaginative self or to the natural world are tropes not unknown to the history of western poetics. My first memory of haiku was reading Alan Watts, a populariser of eastern philosophies, when I began, during the mid-1970s, to search for meaning outside the frame of Western, Judeo-Christian perspectives. I’ll admit, but only after a few sakes, that I was one of those lemmings who rushed over the cliff that was,  Zen and the art of Motorcycle Maintenance!

But back to one of the more serious practitioners of the discipline: Alan Watts, also, has influenced generations of writers and I was taken by the lucidity with which he communicated his enthusiasm for exploring elements of being and consciousness, particularly in his books The Way of Zen and Tao: the watercourse way. He still has a significant presence, thanks to YouTube, that has opened up his writings and talks to new, digital generations. Both Blyth and, later, Watts brought the 17th Century Edo Period poet Basho to the attention of Western audiences.

Working in my box-room tonight, cut off from every natural sight and sipping spirits, I am reminded of one of Basho’s haiku, No blossoms and no moon,/and he is drinking sake/all alone! Not an exact match, though- my computer tells me there is a waning gibbous moon outside, 71% illumination, and I am imbibing whiskey, not sake. But close enough for the purposes of this journal. So let’s talk about flowers now- in particular Camellia sasanqua. That excellent resource, Wikipedia informs me, At the beginning of the Edo period, cultivars of Camellia sasanqua began appearing… It has a long history of cultivation in Japan for practical rather than decorative reasons. The leaves are used to make tea while the seeds or nuts are used to make tea seed oil, which is used for lighting, lubrication, cooking and cosmetic purposes. Tea oil has a higher calorific content than any other edible oil available naturally in Japan. Camellia sasanqua is valued in gardens for its handsome glossy green foliage, and fragrant single white flowers produced extremely early in the season.

Basho, I think, would have been well-acquainted with this plant. Blyth, in his jisei– or death poem- references this blossom, I leave my heart/to the sasanqua flower/on the day of this journey. Watts, too, references vegetable matter in what some have seen as his jisei, written towards the end of his life when, after a long, uphill trek, he had visited a Buddhist temple in Japan, This is all there is;/the path comes to an end/among the parsley. About ten years ago, my interest in haiku re-ignited and I came across many translations of Basho’s work online. On one, haikupoetshut.com, I came across eight readings of Basho haiku by three different translators: R. H. Blyth, Lucien Stryck and Peter Beilenson. The penultimate haiku, the one about the temple bell, featured alternate readings by Stryck and one by Blyth followed by the jisei of Blyth, himself. All the readings are noteworthy and I have used them in the classroom as a way of introducing haiku to students although, here following, I give the translations by Blyth only.

Along this road/Goes no one/This autumn evening.//Moonlight slants through/ The vast bamboo grove:/ A cuckoo cries//From time to time/The clouds give rest/To the moon beholders.//Ah, summer grasses!/All that remains/Of the warriors’ dreams.//The butterfly is perfuming/Its wings in the scent/Of the orchid.//The old pond/A frog jumps in/The sound of water.//Yes, spring has come/This morning a nameless hill/Is shrouded in mist.//It is deep autumn/My neighbour/How does he live, I wonder.//The temple bell dies away/The scent of flowers in the evening/Is still tolling the bell.//I leave my heart/to the sasanqua flower/on the day of this journey. And I can’t end this journal entry before recording the last haiku of Basho, himself, as he lay dying, surrounded by his disciples: Falling ill on a journey/my dreams go wandering/over withered fields. These resonating bells, and butterflies, and blossoms, were the inspiration for the song, Autumn Road. [insert song]

The next stage, takes us from the neatly scraped Zen garden we have been philosophising within, to a decadent 19th Century European vibe where Lord Byron sneers at you in that aristocratic way of his; where Baudelaire seeks to mire you in his cloying poetry celebrating all things Thanatos; and where the desire to play the dandy is finally debunked by the acerbic prose of Albert Camus. Now isn’t that a name to conjure with in this 21st Century world of ours wracked, as it is, by the pestilence of COVID-19 and its proliferating variants. The travel advisory for this next stage of our journey through Quotidia, recommends that you avail yourself of one of the many vaccines available should you be fortunate enough to live in a country that has access to this life-saving resource. And agitate for its wider availability.

Credits: All written text, song lyrics and music (including background music) written and composed by Quentin Bega unless otherwise specified in the credits section after individual posts. Illustrative excerpts from other texts identified clearly within each podcast. I donate to and use Wikipedia frequently as one of the saner sources of information on the web.

Technical Stuff: Microphone- (for the podcast spoken content) Audio Technica AT 2020 front-facing with pop filter)

Microphone (for many of the songs) Shure SM58

For recording and mixing down 64-bit N-Track Studio 9 Extended used

Music accompaniment and composition software– Band-in-a-Box and RealBand 2020 as well as- for some 20 of the songs of year 2000 vintage- I used a Blue Mountains, NSW, studioApproximately 48 Banter folk songs and instrumentals recorded live (“in the round”) with a ThinkPad laptop using the inbuilt mic.


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