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The Last of My Wandering Journeys: Part I – The Toné River | Icebox

The Last of My Wandering Journeys: Part I – The Toné River

We had a lot of rain this summer. When autumn came, I was seized with a burning desire to go on a wandering journey. Already eighty-six, with weakening legs, I knew it was going to be the last of my journeys. From the very outset, however, I fully enjoyed this journey, for I had to plan it rather carefully. Wanting to go to remote places I had not seen before, I chose Lake Okutadami in Niigata Prefecture, Ozemiike Pond in Fukushima Prefecture, and Ryuoukyo Gorge and Kinugawa Spa in Tochigi Prefecture. I found out that it would be possible to visit all these places in three days by using local trains and country buses. Timing would be a bit tricky, though, as two typhoons were in the offing! Once the first one had passed, I decided to leave immediately, for there would surely be at least two fine days, perhaps three, before the next typhoon arrived. I had to hurry, though, because one of the buses I wanted to use would stop its service in less than ten days.
………. The typhoon gone by,
………. I watched my dreams revolving
………. Round my little room.
.. So, at Takasaki Station, I got on a local train on the Joetsu Line. Unfortunately, it was one of those rather uncomfortable commuter trains. The main attraction of this line was a long tunnel that lies on the border of Gunma and Niigata Prefectures and I had been wanting to travel through this for the first time in my life. With Takasaki soon behind me, I enjoyed the changing views of Mt. Haruna from the train window. I live at the foot of this mountain, but what I saw from the train window was an entirely different shape. Mt. Haruna has multiple peaks, so that as we move in relation to it, we never see the same mountain form.
.. Soon after the train left Shibukawa Station, I had a spectacular view of the River Toné. As its nickname Bando Taro (First Son of the East Country) indicates, it is one of the largest rivers in Japan. When it came into view, it was near flood level after the typhoon and was collecting the water of a major branch, too, thus almost doubling its size. T. S. Eliot once called the Mississippi “a brown god”. The River Toné was an angry brown god that day.
………. Trees and grasses bow
………. As an angry god cavorts
………. Headlong through the vale.
.. I continued to feel anxious, as I knew the train service could well be suspended before I had finished my journey. My experience told me, though, that the headwaters of the river might already be abating in this fine weather. And, sure enough, the River Toné became less and less brown as I travelled north.

To be continued …

Source: The Last of My Wandering Journeys: Part I – The Toné River | Icebox

otata 40 April 2019

Eufemia Griffo

ritornano le oche
le loro ali
ancora piene di neve

their wings
still full of snow
the geese return


fine dell’inverno
uno scoiattolo segue ancora
il profumo della neve

end of winter
a squirrel still follows
the scent of snow


vento di primavera
il riparo di una foglia
da qualche parte

spring wind
the shelter of a leaf


Robert van  Vliet


go on keep at it
till everything fits into two rooms or


stand out in the hall and look in and refuse to go in
either room


Tim Murphy

cocktail party . . .
the truth
will set you free


Tom Becket


The word Was deferred

But I
Read delivered


Let’s dissolve One another

Let’s come Apart together


An atmosphere Of gender

As practice Or event


A moment Of discovery

Disguised as An ellipse


Word has It that

Throughlines wind And comingle


The word Was confused

But I
Was aroused


Our weathers Of love

And climate Of erosion


Lucia Cardillo

iris candidi . . .
perdonando a me stessa
tutti gli errori

white iris . . .
I forgive myself
for every mistake


margheritina . . .
piccolo cuore giallo s
ul marciapiede

daisy . . .
tiny yellow heart
from the sidewalk

Nikolay Grankin

покупаю мандарины
падают в кошелёк


buying tangerines —
snowflakes fall into
my wallet

свежий снег
старушка подчёркивает
даты на календаре

fresh snow
an old lady underlines
dates in the calendar


Antonio Mangiameli


In the basement of my apartment building lives the lady who worked for many years in the porter’s lodge. I am very fond of her, she has known me since I was a child. In the evening, when I come back home, I often go to say hello to her. I know her habits, I know that at the time of my coming back home, she is cooking for dinner, which is always the same, very frugal.

a hot broth
a spoonful of rice
an old woman

otata 40 April 2019

This Watery Sun | Burn The Water

Late this morning through into early afternoon we walk. Out from the back of the house up into Woodhouse and then to Quorn.. back home through Woodthorpe.

this watery sun
an elderly Chinese man
sings into the mist

He has a little girl with him about three years old. His voice is strong. Years later she will remember walking hand in hand with her grandad in the English countryside his voice ringing out in Chinese for her, the birds, the sheep and the trees.

Paul Conneally
February 2019

Source: This Watery Sun | Burn The Water

Hailstone’s 17th Autumn Haike: Mt Miwa and Tanzan Shrine | Icebox

haibun excerpt ~

They reach Tanzan Shrine, a burst of Japanese architecture, and find the festival’s main ritual is already underway. Removing their shoes, they shuffle quietly into one wide room—open at the back to a sunlit veranda hung with iron lanterns—and join the worshippers. To the shrill accompaniment of gagaku*, many elaborate displays of fruits and vegetables are brought out from deep within the shrine, carefully passed from priest to priest. A glimpse is had of a statue of the enshrined deity, Fujiwara no Kamatari*, whom the festival honours.

The Shinto priest:
a single green pepper
atop his chestnut offering
………………………… Richard


*Fujiwara no Kamatari – instigator of the Taika Reforms in C7th and founder of the Fujiwara clan

Source: Hailstone’s 17th Autumn Haike: Mt Miwa and Tanzan Shrine | Icebox

Kev Ryan – Photographer, Artist, Activist in Loughborough Market | Burn The Water

Kev Ryan, photographer, artist, community arts activist, Loughborough Market 2018 Kev Ryan waits for the group of people signed up to his ‘What is public art? What might be public art?’…

Source: Kev Ryan – Photographer, Artist, Activist in Loughborough Market | Burn The Water

my (small press) writing day: Donna Fleischer : an altar of sorts


the teakwood desk where i sometimes write has a hinged panel at the back that expands the overall depth when it’s flipped open. otherwise, when closed, it sits upright at the back of the desk, like a piano, providing a smaller more intimate writing space and revealing variously shaped cubby holes which i like to think of as amused portals safekeeping the overheard whispers and ideas when talking with myself all these years. (continued)

Source: my (small press) writing day: Donna Fleischer : an altar of sorts

Just One More | Burn The Water

Just One More

It’s freezing cold outside but in side the Sir Robert Peel public house on Jarrom Street in Leicester its warm and packed with mainly men taking a drink before Saturday’s football match at Leicester City’s King Power Stadium. The beer here is good, a well kept cellar as they say. Walls and ceiling covered in beer mats and other pub related items. In the corner a group of five middle aged men play cards for small amounts of money, swearing happily at the guy who takes the pot three times in a row. The game is fast approaching but no one is quick to leave, timing their departure to give them just enough time to buy a hot cup of Bovril, take their seats and prepare for the kickoff.

when Saturday comes
a couple of pints
and an online bet

Little Onion

Photograph & Text Paul Conneally (Little Onion) 2018

Source: Just One More | Burn The Water