this gale scudding euphony in drink tin timpani fallen fruit donging palm frond door slamming yes yes hurry yes — dissonant air(s)
Image: Katsushika Hokusai, A sudden gust of wind from the 36 views of Mt Fuji series (it’s actually called View 18, Ejiri in Suruga Province) c. 1830.
A single big-breath tanka for you. And linked to Dverse, the poets pub – where Bjorn is hosting some dissonance.
And for music this morning, Sufi Afghani music from the Ahmad Sham Sufi Qawwali Group. (YouTubers) – Maybe start with Oh Desolate Flame
“The group have been performing for more than thirty years and is one of the most highly regarded qawwali groups in Afghanistan. Featuring an array of instruments rarely heard outside their homeland, the Ahmad Sham Sufi Qawwali Group are part of a vibrant musical tradition that stretches back more than 700 years. Banned from performing under the Taliban reign, these musicians now publicly reunite to present the healing and spiritual power of qawwali music to Afghanistan and the world.”
(This album from 2013, I don’t know the status of the group since the Taliban regime was reinstated in Afghanistan in 2021)
Peter Frankis writes 
Extraordinary music. How do you find these amazing musicians? I love this tanka; love that it leaves me slightly breathless. I forgot to breathe. 😂
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It’s wondrous stuff isn’t it. Music mostly courtesy of your own BBC Radio 3 (bless them) – I usually have Night Tracks playing during my morning write. https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/m0008w2m
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I remember this image (or another in the series you wrote to) and good in vivo capture. The music sounds eerily similar to Native American music in their style of singing. Powerful juju. To me it is trance-inducing.
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Wow. “palm frond door slamming.” – truly dissonant for a tanka.
By the way, Hokusai is one of my favorite artists. Shalom, Tzvi
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Thank you – and mine too.
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I admire the dissonant sounds and air in the tanka. The writing technique made this gale scudding striking.
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Captures succinctly the bellicose scatter of the big wind … that season is now nigh in the Northern Hemisphere. Here in the Gulf region of southeast USA, it’s like the start of the wildfire season elsewhere, laden with Anthropocene dread. Your image could serve as the region’s flag.
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This tanka fair scuds along. We had similar ding-donging dissonances. I somehow doubt these musicians have found favour with the Taliban, but you never know, as long as there are no women in the group, they might pass.
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one breath and a gust of wind – love the analogy and the dissonant sounds
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This is gorgeously gorgeously rendered, Peter 😀
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LOVE this fantastic, ekphrastic tanka!!
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Thanks Lynn, glad you liked.
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I love what you did here… that wind… it reminded me of a sentence from Bleak House with the wind rushing through a poor family’s cottage:
He held under his arm, like a little bundle, a fragment of a fur cap; and as he tried
to warm himself, he shook until the crazy door and window shook.
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Thanks Bjorn – what a great description.
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