the hermit poet lauds “cheers” to himself

taken 2019-10-07

《a poem inviting an old friend to come over for a drink, written while climbing the Orchid Mountain in autumn》

Amidst white clouds of the Northern Mountain, the hermit lauds “cheers” to himself,

Gazing afar, overtures a higher climb, his heart yearns with the parting geese.

Enfolding dusk arouses a faint sorrow, yet the crystal clear autumn mount stirs up high spirit. 

Buoyed up by returning villagers in twos or three, strolling at the beach, some resting at the ferry,

Painted on a clear horizon backdrop of trees as intricate as shepherd’s purse,  gleaming sandbar laced with celestial white moonlight, 

(the hermit asks,) 

When will you, (my friend), bring over your wine and get drunk together on this Double Ninth* festive mountain?

Poem by Tang Poet Meng Hao Ran 《a poem for ZhangWu, written while climbing the Orchid Mountain in autumn》

The above English version is my attempt to “translate” (not entirely) a Tang Dynasty poem from a poet to his old friend, inviting him to come over for a drink up the autumn mountain. I have tried to capture the spirit of what he had intended and it is not a literal translation.

*the festival falls on 2021-10-14 this year.

北山白云里,隐者自怡悦 ~唐朝诗人孟浩然《秋登兰山寄张五》

北山白云里,隐者自怡悦。

相望试登高,心随雁飞灭。

愁因薄暮起,兴是清秋发。

时见归村人,沙行渡头歇。

天边树若荠,江畔洲如月。

何当载酒来,共醉重阳节。

2021-10-10

Remembering October

Remembering October snow

I still recall the shock. Sunshine and clear blue sky in the morning when I went out. Snow and blurry car windows when I returned at noon. October. October snow. I noted in the weather forecast but I just did not believe it could happen. It had been decades since I went to live in a snowland. I was warned about the sudden changes in weather and I did prepare though feeling skeptical.

But the first snow came on that fine morning, saying hello, my acquaintances said, and that’s the way the weather up that 8000 feet altitude worked. To the locals, it was business as usual, nothing out of the blue.

After the initial shock I took some nice pictures. My first snow in October for decades. Lovely moment.

2021-10-10

Weekend Sky #1 -with an October Sky poem

October, Woodland Park, Co

I decided to start with my own photograph, “partnered” with a stranger’s poem I found at random in the WordPress blogs. Here is the first poem that aptly titled October Sky (Poem). By clicking on the quote below, you will find a poem that speaks from the soul of a poet. What can be more heart-felt than photographs and poetry after all?

Quote: “After that there is nothing but
the poet’s sadness and a subject for a poem
” (October Sky -poem)

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Weekend Sky #03 -Oct 24th

three women in hats, an art, and a poem on hats

Cambodian girls with hats
foot masseurs in Cambodia

Someone sent me pictures taken in a rural seaside town in Cambodia. What interest me are the variety of hats the women wear. They wear modern western hats instead of the conical shaped hat they normally use to shield them from the sun and rain. The hats in the pictures add character while being functional as in the case of the fruit-vendor.

http://By Henri Matisse – http://www.sfmoma.org/explore/collection/artwork/213, PD-US, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14899126

I decide to include The Woman with a Hat (1905) above as a treat. Can you accept the splashing of paints on the hat? I still cannot figure out the stuff in her hat which seems heavily loaded for her head.

Analysis quoted : “Matisse attacked conventional portraiture with this image of his wife. Amelie’s pose and dress are typical for the day, but Matisse roughly applied brilliant color across her face, hat, dress, and even the background. This shocked his contemporaries when he sent the picture to the 1905 Salon d’Automne. Leo Stein called it, “the nastiest smear of paint I had ever seen,” yet he and Gertrude bought it for the importance they knew it would have to modern painting. “(https://www.theartstory.org/artist-matisse-henri-artworks.htm)

Henri Émile Benoît Matisse (31 December 1869 – 3 November 1954) was a French artist, known for both his use of colour and his fluid and original draughtsmanship. His mastery of the expressive language of colour and drawing, displayed in a body of work spanning over a half-century, won him recognition as a leading figure in modern art. (Wikipedia)

Well, what do you think of Matisse’s hat? I like the variety of shades in blue and green though.

Here is a sentimental old poet about his old hat, the last stanza from My Hat! – Poem by William Henry Ogilvie (21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)  (https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-hat/)

Though it wasn’t a hat you would bolt with

Or be anxious to borrow or hire,

It was useful to blindfold a colt with

Or handle a bit of barbed wire.

Though the world may have thought it improper

To wear such old rubbish as that,*

I’d have scorned the best London-made topper

In exchange for my old battered hat. 

*I won’t wear that rubbish on my head. LOL. (This blogger’s remark)

RDP Saturday: THREE