First Haiku for Walkers (written on the train to Glasgow) – after Basho
Step, step, step, step, step
Step, step, step, step, step, step, step
Step, step, step, step, step
Second Haiku for Walkers (written on the train to Glasgow) – after Basho
We walk sideways East
In the hoof steps of Donkey
Slowing down our ways
Third Haiku for Departing (written on the train to Glasgow) – after Basho
The train rushes north
Leaving my heart, mind, body
Trying to catch up
anyway /from the beginning again // trying to remember how does it work this game
all start from music, vibration...and stories are fascinating around it
all in the universo is moving and while moving is bumping into other stuff part of the all, producing vibration....a sound indeed
imagine small little cells or whichever else organism dancing around to find its proper place and space in tune with everything around
driven by law of attractions, quantum physics and some other kind of magic.
giving life to everything we know and a soundtrack too // probably light is involved in the process...
then at some point human beings came out , now and then
me, you s-he us you they // here me // somewhere you
everybody else and so much more in space...alive and pulsing
from animals to bit
time as we know should be chained to NOW
music please // do not forget to dance
or do some other nice tricks to get out from the enchantement
Today was long. Left late after waiting for delayed breakfast. We walked only 22km but kept stopping waiting for lost stragglers which made it hard to get a stride. I thought of Stevenson with his donkey Modestine but it wasnt Beagle who was tripping us up; he had 'his Monday stride'.
Last night we set all the books out for everyone to browse and the librarians sat up late reading to one another and others that joined.
I did a reading along the walk from Oswald's the Dart on the boats at Dittisham beside the canal in Turnhout up to Simon from Writes & Sights who was dangling his boat sculpture over the side of a pedestrian bridge above.
We also made some wonderful stops yesterday - to listen to silence of an area voted world's 12th most silent places - the Liereman - a place of peet bog and leech infested lakes and a castle inhabited by a ghost. There was a piano left by an artist next to a picnic table and the guide performed Cage's 4'33 and Amanda revealed a hidden talent. Then a stop for a free local beer made with the plant that grew in the area - gageler - the one I sketched the night before. Then ice cream that people line up for on Sundays made from the excess milk of local kleins. Stopped in the priory of Corsendonk where Erasmus studied but they wouldn't let us see the library as it was 5 pm by then. But I'm not clear that there were any books still there. The restored 15c buildings are now a centre for team building, weddings etc and a hotel for the wealthy. We were allowed to see the hall named for Erasmus but it was merely a function room deadened of any sense of history or life.
10 September 2012