Sounds Abroad at Lassen
by Dave Haselwood, Joanne Kyger, Donald Guravich
The scene: The twilight becoming darkest night,
the mysterious spring gushing out of a lava tube,
a blue heron that is master of the campground,
the mountain quail roosting the tree near
where we are sitting writing haikus.
And Mt Lassen and Hell’s Kitchen nearby.
Three tiny frogs
slip into water
No – sound!
Ground sounds
different here
Sigh of organization
old friends
spread out on the table
The messenger arrives
landing itself
and a feather
Big table awaits dinner
Writing haiku
waiting for the sunset
Three tiny frogs
slip into water
No – sound!
No slippy
No soundy
A spirit dwells
at the spring head —
Sounds of the fall
Wind in white fir
blue sky
Albert Saijo is coming
Good clear spring
with a few mosquitoes
Drawing volcanic rock
the haiku
waits for sake
Very good sake
made in Napa, California
Joyous singing!
The young fire burns quickly
then settles down
for the evening
Inspired by the equinox light
make an ancient Tehama devotion to Han chi
— revealed by the last great Maidu storyteller.
Sake Talkie
Although I was here
now —
I have forgotten it!
Three tiny frogs
slip into water
No – sound!
Three big people
write things down
big laughs
Good night nature
just don’t ‘fuck with it’
anymore
Getting the clock
Left and right
Confused
Scent of a woman’s perfume —
sun fall
fir forest
A casual empty sound
the fire starts up
It’s going to happen
the Volcano!
The clock
the volcano
and a fir
Read the one behind
obviously ahead
Never stopping
the fire gets hotter
without editing
Ikkyu in old age living
loving —
the blind singer
Waits for the last avenue
of high mountain pine and fir
to warm the shoulders of song
Bumpass Hell
grey mud bubbling
sulphur smell
world creation
And what on earth
does ‘Hell’s Kitchen’
do for humans
It’s ‘Devil’s Kitchen’
to be correct
long sleeves are necessary
Mosquitoes cruise
last rays of light
the Jay bird scolds.
September 24, 1997
Late afternoon and evening
at Domingo Springs camp site
Mt Lassen National Volcanic Park