Chapter 6: He takes a vacation

Collecting gris-gris for the gris-mill

Arriving late the night-before, discovered the internet password made reference to 49 Gather Poem. What could it mean? The temperature outside when this was taken was 3 degrees. I doubt it will r make it into the 40s and we are a long way from the Gold-Rush and the ambient warmth of San Francisco’s brothels and shanghai-bars.
My reflection suggests “Ezra Pound,” who I admit I avoid for his politics and his last madness and its seductive siren song and its too familiar megalomanic solipsism.

Canto 49

Ezra Pound1885 (Hailey) – 1972 (Venice)

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:
Rain; empty river; a voyage,
Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight
Under the cabin roof was one lantern.
The reeds are heavy; bent;
and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes
against sunset
Evening is like a curtain of cloud,
blurr above ripples; and through it
sharp long spikes of the cinnamon,
a cold tune amid reeds.
Behind hill the monk's bell
borne on the wind.
Sail passed here in April; may return in October
Boat fades in silver; slowly;
Sun blaze alone on the river.

Where wine flag catches the sunset
Sparse chimneys smoke in the cross light

Comes then snow scur on the river
And a world is covered with jade
Small boat floats like a lanthorn,
The flowing water closts as with cold. And at San Yin
they are a people of leisure.

Wild geese swoop to the sand-bar,
Clouds gather about the hole of the window
Broad water; geese line out with the autumn
Rooks clatter over the fishermen's lanthorns,

light moves on the north sky line;
where the young boys prod stones for shrimp.
In seventeen hundred came Tsing to these hill lakes.
light moves on the South sky line.

State by creating riches shd. thereby get into debt?
Thsi is infamy; this is Geryon.
This canal goes still to TenShi
Though the old king built it for pleasure

K E I M E N R A N K E I
K I U M A N M A N K E I
JITSU GETSU K O K W A
T A N FUKU T A N K A I

Sun up; work
sundown; to rest
dig well and drink of the water
dig field; eat of the grain
Imperial power is? and to us what is it?

The fourth; the dimension of stillness.
And the power over wild beasts.

https://www.poetry.com/poem/13212/canto-49

Given, along with these:

And this:

It seems likely.

Con/Jur/d