Seasons in the Ravine, 2017, By PJ Laska

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After watching the moon climb
from limb to limb until it
launched free of earthly time
and sailed above the clouds
that close off our view,
the abbot posted his wall poem
from Yoka Daishi:*


“Cease from measuring
the Heavens
with a tiny piece of reed.”

and left the cabin for the night.
Marco Polo was off wandering
the silk road, and the wail of
emergencies in the neighborhood
reminded him that anti-excess is
still the best. It’s because the small
is great that hawks and owls know
the mice will continue to thrive.

*Yoka Daishi (Yung-chia Ta-shi), died 713.

(Excerpted from Seasons in the Ravine, P.J. Laska. Igneus Press (2017))

Description

Seasons in the Ravine adds to the assembly of classical Chinese and Japanese imagery adopted, adapted, and elaborated by contemporary American poets, like Gary Snyder and–some would argue by Appalachian poets especially compellingly. A master of the poetic conventions assoicated with this body of work, Laska uses and refuses the conventions with ease. His pastoral log cabin is set in the middle of town, and he writes from a ravine, rather than the romantic heights of a mountain. His landscape is up-close, filled with leaves, trees, wind, sun, and rain, along with the clutter of trash tossed over the hillside. Punctuating his own passages with ‘wall poems’ by Basho and others, Laska critiques and, in a sense, overcomes the dualism of ugliness and beauty, encouraging us to love them fully, enjoying and protesting, no matter how heavy the odds.”

                                                                                           –Edwina Pendarvis