{"id":579,"date":"2010-09-11T11:30:34","date_gmt":"2010-09-11T15:30:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/?p=579"},"modified":"2010-09-11T11:31:04","modified_gmt":"2010-09-11T15:31:04","slug":"i-owe-so-much-to-desolation","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/2010\/09\/11\/i-owe-so-much-to-desolation\/","title":{"rendered":"I Owe So Much to Desolation"},"content":{"rendered":"

After reading Dharma Bums<\/em> I looked up the poetry of Han Shan<\/a>, translated by Gary Snyder. A few:<\/p>\n

In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place—
\nBird paths, but no trails for me.
\nWhat’s beyond the yard?
\nWhite clouds clinging to vague rocks.
\nNow I’ve lived here—how many years—
\nAgain and again, spring and winter pass.
\nGo tell families with silverware and cars
\n“What’s the use of all that noise and money?”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
and <\/p>\n
If I hide out at Cold Mountain
\nLiving off mountain plants and berries—
\nAll my lifetime, why worry?
\nOne follows his karma through.
\nDays and months slip by like water,
\nTime is like sparks knocked off flint.
\nGo ahead and let the world change—
\nI’m happy to sit among these cliffs.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
and <\/p>\n
Clambering up the Cold Mountain path,
\nThe Cold Mountain trail goes on and on:
\nThe long gorge choked with scree and boulders,
\nThe wide creek, the mist blurred grass.
\nThe moss is slippery, though there’s been no rain
\nThe pine sings, but there’s no wind.
\nWho can leap the word’s ties
\nAnd sit with me among the white clouds?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
After reading Dharma Bums I looked up the poetry of Han Shan, translated by Gary Snyder. A few: In a tangle of cliffs, I chose a place— Bird paths, but no trails for me. What’s beyond the yard? White clouds clinging to vague rocks. Now I’ve lived here—how many years— Again and again, spring and […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[9],"tags":[2549,476,475],"class_list":["post-579","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-books","tag-poetry","tag-the-mountains-and-their-solitude","tag-zen"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/579","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=579"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/579\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=579"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=579"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.paulboccaccio.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=579"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}