I awoke to dark morning today. Although I see that it has now lightened to a watery gray, I do not see how or when.
The advancing thick of day feels spindly, like bare trees, and yet it is full with a thousand branches.
Makes me think of the structure of a Noh play, which follows what is called jo-ha-kyu.
According to the poet Gary Snyder, Jo means « serene introduction. » Ha means « extended and detailed narrative information. » Kyu means « an ending which is surprisingly sudden. » Snyder points to birdsong as an example.
And the song of this very moment? I’m tapping it out, jo-ha-kyu.
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