Sigh. This so makes me want to walk in the misty mountains of Japan in the autumn wind and write my impressions in the form of haiku. Especially since it's 104 degrees where I live right now and likely to stay that way for the next several months..."Following the example of the ancient priest who is said to have travelled thousands of miles caring naught for his provisions and attaining the state of sheer ecstasy under the pure beams of the moon, I left my broken house on the River Sumida in the August of the first year of Jyokyo among the wails of the autumn wind."(From The Narrow Road to the North and Other Travel Sketches by Matsuo Basho)
Friday, June 29, 2012
Book Beginnings: Narrow Road to the Deep North
Rose City Reader invites us to "join me every Friday to share the first sentence (or so) of the book you are reading, along with your initial thoughts about the sentence, impressions of the book, or anything else the opener inspires."