If traipsing teaches nothing more, it beckons the traveler to wait for a backstory (apologies, Derrida!) in every encounter or first impression. Consider a haiku by the Japanese master, ‘Issa’, d. 1828 after a life of misfortunes. So hospitably waving at the entrance gate the willow tree. – trans. H. Henderson It paints a brush-and-ink […]
Pebble on the Tongue: Always a Backstory
If traipsing teaches nothing more, it beckons the traveler to wait for a backstory (apologies, Derrida!) in every encounter or first impression. Consider a haiku by the Japanese master, ‘Issa’, d. 1828 after a life of misfortunes. So hospitably waving at the entrance gate the willow tree. – trans. H. Henderson It paints a brush-and-ink […]