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Subject FOR NIRVANA /Korean Seon(zen) Master Cho Oh-Hyun àääÀ Ùöߣ ðÆçéúè-3 | ||
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FOR NIRVANA 108 ZEN SIJO POEMS CHO OH-HYUN
introductory by KWON YOUNGMIN translated by HEINZ INSU FENKLE Associate professor of English and Asian studies at SUNY New Paltz.
11 REGARDING MY PENMANSHIP I looked at the stuff I scrawled yesterday: It¡¯s appropriate-like a confession of all my life¡¯s crimes. I should¡¯ve just tossed that brush and gone to sleep, right? The paper, crammed with blood-ink I ground from my aching heart, Spread wide as the sky-is it an affront to Heaven?-my body trembles, Mashed to a pulp, even the source of thoughts I wrote just now. 12 WEEKEND SCRAWL As he departed last weekend, having rested for the night, an old man said, The world is like an untraveled thread, like the skin on a fan, like the splayed wing of an insect. His body spread with moxibustion wormwood in the bright blood, he left, navel plenty red. 13 WILD FOX One walks into the worldless text, One walks out And when the two meet, each to each , they are wild foxes. 14 HOASRE Buy into this world, and you¡¯re saddled with some ingratitude, The paper¡¯s not fit for the floor, but still, you stain it with perilla oil; And-naturally-you¡¯ve got to let some words out beyond those walls. 15 SPEAKING WITHOUT SPEAKING-1 Eoseongjeon, Gangwon province, on the funeral day of the potter, Old Man Kim: There was no funeral ceremony or mourners, but there was a rumor that his wife, who had died thirty years earlier, appeared with her hair down, and holding onto his bier, she cried, Look here, look here! Leave me, leave me, at least your fiery anger when you go! and the dead Old Man Kim replied, All of my anger,anger, I made into pottery, pottery. Actually, this was a rale told by the bier-bearers. 16 SPEAKING WITHOUT SPEAKING-2 an old fisherman from Daepo on the shore of the East Sea; when he: goes to the sea-he becomes the sea goes to the temple-he becomes the temple wherever his life may go know him as a wave 17 SPEAKING WITHOUT SPEAKING-3 don¡¯t try to tell me it¡¯s good, the valley of the Cave of the Thousand Buddhas in Outer Seorak I should be lying there, on that just of rock gazing up at the sky Listening to the sound of water flowing beneath the stone... 18 SPEAKING WITHOUT SPEAKING-4 who painted the mural in the Museol shrine hall a stork, a blind carp in its beak craning its neck awaiting the artist¡¯s return 19 SPEAKING WITHOUT SPEAKING-5 On the second of last month a head monk came and asked me the meaning of Bodhidharma¡¯s coming from the West I told him that Inner Seorak¡¯s ᅟᅲᆷ´ç¹Ç Valley there are lots of flat rocks. 20 SPEAKING WITHOUT SPEAKING-6 The rugged farmland at the temple working on the dike between the paddles- Master! Master! People say they hear the sound of paddy water flowing through their bodies! Life is like that- a paddy with a broken dike, thirsting endlessly. |
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