A friend of mine sent me this photograph of Gran Sasso. He does research of the high-energy physics at an underground laboratory there, hence my haiku in the photo.
kuni san, If you have time to look before it goes away, on my parallel blog http://bardontherun.blogspot.com is an amazing 'picture of the day' - the Seal Mountains in Alaska. Lovely sketch of old man with baby. Absolutely charming!
Wonderful imagination! I am very proud that I could collaborate with you to make this haiga.
This is one of the few poetries about the invisible particle "Neutrino". As you know, Neutrino is known as mysterious particle easily passing through our body and earth.
The first poetry about this particle is "Cosmic Gall" written by famous American writer John Updike in 1960, who passed away last month. Let me introduce his poet here.
Cosmic Gall
John Updike (1932-2009)
Neutrinos, they are very small. They have no charge and have no mass And do not interact at all. The earth is just a silly ball To them, through which they simply pass, Like dustmaids through a drafty hall Or photons through a sheet of glass. They snub the most exquisite gas, Ignore the most substantial wall, Cold-shoulder steel and sounding brass, Insult the stallion in his stall, And scorning barriers of class, Infiltrate you and me! Like tall And painless guillotines, they fall Down through our heads into the grass. At night, they enter at Nepal And pierce the lover and his lass From underneath the bed - you call It wonderful; I call it crass.
Nice photo, "picture of the day".I imagine that a huge whale is about to surface and break the expance of the peaceful ice.
Yoon san: My honor to collaborate with you. "Cosmil Gall" makes me laugh! Makes me also aware of the difference between the scientists and the poets. It is intriguing that you have both qualities in yourself.
John's remark reminds me that there's one runs directly under my mother's house. I can remember the thing being built. The houses were built on top of it much later. Strange to say it's close to the village where the father of the author of Alice in Wonderland was the vicar.
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kuni san, If you have time to look before it goes away, on my parallel blog http://bardontherun.blogspot.com is an amazing 'picture of the day' - the Seal Mountains in Alaska.
Lovely sketch of old man with baby. Absolutely charming!
Kuni san,
Wonderful imagination!
I am very proud that I could collaborate with you to make this haiga.
This is one of the few poetries about the invisible particle "Neutrino". As you know, Neutrino is known as mysterious particle easily passing through our body and earth.
The first poetry about this particle is "Cosmic Gall" written by famous American writer John Updike in 1960, who passed away last month. Let me introduce his poet here.
Cosmic Gall
John Updike (1932-2009)
Neutrinos, they are very small.
They have no charge and have no mass
And do not interact at all.
The earth is just a silly ball
To them, through which they simply pass,
Like dustmaids through a drafty hall
Or photons through a sheet of glass.
They snub the most exquisite gas,
Ignore the most substantial wall,
Cold-shoulder steel and sounding brass,
Insult the stallion in his stall,
And scorning barriers of class,
Infiltrate you and me! Like tall
And painless guillotines, they fall
Down through our heads into the grass.
At night, they enter at Nepal
And pierce the lover and his lass
From underneath the bed - you call
It wonderful; I call it crass.
Nice photo, "picture of the day".I imagine that a huge whale is about to surface and break the expance of the peaceful ice.
Yoon san: My honor to collaborate with you. "Cosmil Gall" makes me laugh! Makes me also aware of the difference between the scientists and the poets.
It is intriguing that you have both qualities in yourself.
nice- beautiful picture!
great kuni san it reminds me of when passing through Berkley the bus driver informed us that the particle chamber passed under our road
john
John's remark reminds me that there's one runs directly under my mother's house. I can remember the thing being built. The houses were built on top of it much later. Strange to say it's close to the village where the father of the author of Alice in Wonderland was the vicar.
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