Doubled Flowering: From the Notebooks of Araki Yasusada:
Sarcophagus and Maracas
August 10, 1962
—Summer sesshin, Joei Temple, service for Koetsu—
Fat, he was the butt of jokes,
farting his sake smell in zazen, calling for alms
in sleep. Now his bed’s rolled-up,
like a rare shell, begging bowl inside.
The sarcophagus is slanted upward,
as if traveling at great speed.
“Plenty of solid fuel for this zen-rocket!”,
he’d blurt-out while chiseling, making us howl.
How could he keep forgetting, we marvelled,
that he’d said it before?
Filing by, we now read his last waka, set
deeply in the granite hood:
Why waver over meanings?
Moon silvering all,
absorb the tracks of birds
on this spit of sand.
Sotatsu’s egrets, brittle, hung for the occasion,
soar in emptiness above . . .
So in this newspaper photo they too
seem to want to make us laugh:
Four mariachis at Peace Park,
open-mouthed and looking skyward,
shaking their maracas . . .
[Yasusada was a lay Zennist and became a resident student for a brief period during the early 1960’s. The heading date and last stanza are entered in a different colored ink than the rest of the poem. “Maracas” has also been appended to the title—inscribed above the crossed-out characters for “Tracks.” The poem’s title and waka of the fourth stanza are in Japanese; the rest of the poem is in English. Peak Park is built on the flash-point site of the atomic bomb. Sotatsu was a Zen priest and painter of the late 16th–early 17th centuries. See Javier del Azar’s letter and score on pages 103-108 for more related to this poem.]
I chose this one because it displays most of the qualities that intrigue some and infuriate others: affecting poetry, modernist in its shifts of tone, avant-garde in its manipulations of context and structure, parodic in its scholarly explications, referential in a closed-loop way that links the poem to others parts of the Yasusada corpus—and all this resting on the shaky foundation of English translations of a non-existent author!
Scubadivers and Chrysanthemums: Essays on the Poetry of Araki Yasusada, edited by William Freind*. It’s officially on my “buy at the earliest opportunity” list for October—a Halloween self-gift to celebrate the Season of Masks.
* “Freind” is an unusual name, which makes me wonder…. But the Jacket article I’ve linked to Freind’s name above carries a photograph of Freind at the end. But the cover of Scubadivers and Chrysanthemums carries a photograph of Yasusada, so … well, why not….? But Freind, after all, is a published poet. But so is Yasusada. Which means…?