Fragments of auto-generated cut-up haiku. Original lines were transcribed from typewriter pages into plain text, then re-arranged in bash using the shuf command. Although I prefer analogue approaches to textual interference, this method saves time and paper and offers equally serendipitous results.
Bent double No-Monk asked the Emperor “What kind of ideas have you brought with you?” .
No matter sharp or dull roots — Death will happen!
To escape death the teachings never differ — All ends without compare!
Light Spring rain A thousand blades of grass — Inhale!
Quietly walk along this road trailing behind ancestors — Do not ask me anything It is nothing!
Your real body your original mind — Empty impressions What a pain!
The dust of the world settled on an old track — First snow of Winter
Birth and Death — They are like waves They are like space — Undisturbed
There is Birth and Death around — Beware! Fighting words!
Sky above dropping away Clear sky
Hunger like an empty Dharma — Absurd in its clarity!
04. TALL GRASSES
Stripped of the teachings, what will be my legacy?
Buried in the tall grass — The entire Earth beneath this Whole Sky. The well travelled way.
Note: Travel drunk to the Temple, my old rags torn and tattered.
The tall grasses of Spring fanning my face.
Sit still — buried deep.
02. DECADENT SERMONS
Are you going to the mountains today?
What a pain in this decadent age of imitation!
Note: Only the tone-deaf sit and listen to incessant koans.
Shelter from the rain,
chew up some sermons beneath a cliff!