Bilodo, a diligent postman who has developed his own super efficient method of sorting mail, and who effortlessly ascends thousands of steps daily, once completing his routine postal rounds and returning to his empty apartment, he will steam open random letters to read before re-sealing them and sending them on the next day. And that is how he comes across Ségolène's letters, and how he gets hooked on haiku… And tanka… And renku… Which will send him to the heights of ecstasy and the depths of despair. And have him discover the meaning of Enso in a déjà vu way.
Swirling like water
against rugged rocks,
time goes around and around
This story is fascnating and funny. But to be honest, the dude Bilodo also comes across as a creeper.
Haiku /’ haiku:/ n. (pl. same) 1 a type of very short Japanese poem, having three parts, usu. 17 syllables, and often about a subject in nature. 2 an imitation of this in another language. [Japanese]
“The principle was actually quite simple: haiku sought to juxtapose the permanent and the ephemeral. A good haiku ideally contained a reference to nature (kigo) or to some reality not uniquely human. Sparing of words, precise, at once complex and subtle, it shunned literary artifice and customary poetic devices such as rhyme and metaphor. The art of haiku was the art of the snapshot, of the detail. It could be about an episode in someone’s life, a memory, a dream, but it was above all a concrete poem, appealing to the senses, not to ideas.”
"The Enso circle represented the emptiness of the mind allowing one to attain enlightenment (satori). Having been painted by Zen masters for thousands of years, it prompted a spiritual exercise in meditation on nothingness. The circle, drawn with a single continuous brushstroke –without hesitating, without thinking – was believed to reveal the artist’s state of mind: one could only trace a powerful, well-balanced Enso when one’s mind was clear, free of all thought or intention."