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@fuuryuu
iizvmi:
honestly.. if I can barely understand the meanin’ of whatever you’re sayin’ in your poems, I don’t see how you expect me to understand that guy… and what does that even mean? no human heart nor flower live for a thousand years.
it means that nothing dies and everything fades
in the end, what remains is our recollection of what used to be...until that dims as well.
mikazuki-san is a living memory of the past. he speaks of things we’ve never seen nor experienced. if you could understand him, you could glimpse snatches of his story as well
or at least grasp a fraction of his artistic merits...
iizvmi:
hee.. not bad… mm-hm~ “field mustards beyond / upon the reed screen rises / oh, the morning sun.”
you see, nosada~ with poems you need to be short and direct. your poem was not bad, but I could barely understand what you were sayin’!
that’s because it’s before your time. the heian era favored waka poetry over traditional haiku. don’t you find the extra lines more expressive as a result?
if you need some help with comprehension, i suggest asking mikazuki-san for tips.
And for how long might my heart be entranced by these meadows? If flowers did not scatter, it'd be for a thousand years.
iizvmi:
if that’s the case, then~ *clears throat* “apricot flower / though you have one bloom / you are an apricot still.” see? pretty cool, huh?
...it’s rather plain. ahem.
Blooming flowers are, even in their variety, only transient, and yet who among us can hold a grudge against springtime
how can you begrudge the classics, indeed?
iizvmi:
…. alrigh’, listen. I may recognize your former master was educated in the arts in compared to mine…
but, poetry evolves. you just have to accept it.
devolves. what pleasure is there in listening to such hackneyed prose?
the day i accept your claim is the day you write something that can actually impress me
iizvmi:
you callin’ me inferior, nosada?!
i’m calling your shoddy poetry skills a work in progress
there are no inferior kanesadas, only uneducated ones!
iizvmi:
*whispers* and you’re too old to modernize, 2nd generation kanesada…
LET ME REMIND YOU WHY THE EARLY KANESADAS WERE KNOWN AS THE SUPERIOR SWORDSMITHS
iizvmi:
fuuryuu replied to your post: Field work vs. Poetry lessons, both with Kasen
I only give constructive criticism, Izuminokami!
they’re outdated, nosada.
you’re too young to appreciate their merits, 12th generation kanesada.
Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.
Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations (via wordsnquotes)
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