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.

In the bathroom, he howls some free-verse.

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,
a 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,

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