Posting has dropped off in the past week. I've been busy with work. And some crazy stuff has happened in my department: turns out a man we had hired as a visiting professor (i.e. not a permanent faculty member) was not who he had represented himself to be but, rather, has been perpetrating various frauds for many years. Rather like "Catch Me If You Can." Crazy...
But November is well upon us now. I've written before that this, for me, is the saddest of months. And a certain sadness pervades Peony's recent post, "the tears of passing geese." That line is from a Japanese poem, an explanation of why the leaves and plants turn color in the autumn. A beautiful image. Are the geese crying as they congregate and fly off to their summer nests?
Geese are very much on my mind these days. I see some very large flocks of them in the morning and evening, when I'm driving my daughter to and from school. And the sadness of the month makes me think of a Tu Fu poem:
The Lone GooseNever eating or drinking, the lone goose
Flies - thinking of its flock, calling out.
Who pities a flake of shadow lost beyond
Ten-thousand clouds? It stares far-off,
As if glimpses of them remained. Sorrows
Mount - it almost hears them again....Wild crows, not a thread of thought anywhere, Squawk and shriek, fighting each other off.
Sorrows mount... Maybe the tears of a lone goose give us the frost, not the colors, which are all now faded into browns.