Mujitsu and Tairaku's Shakuhachi BBQ

I found my copy of ZEN MAN IKKYU by James H. Sanford right after I posted the above. The book contains quite a few references to shakuhachi as well as Ikkyu's references to P'o-K'u aka Fuke, founder of the Komuso, who Ikkyu greatly admired. The author states that while there is no solid evidence that Ikkyu belonged to the Fuke sect, many consider it a reasonable assumption considering his devotion to shakuhachi and wandering.

The book contains an alternate translation of the one I posted above:

Lost in dreams one night I heard Bokushitsu play the shakuhachi and was moved.
Bright new moon in the clear autumn sky.
Over the distant rattle of dancing villagers drums,
The clear line of the flute turns everything to tears,
Yet startles me from a long, sorrowful dream.

[Bokushitsu Sochin was a painter and one of Ikkyu's disciples]

Another (my favorite):

Portrait of Ton-Ami with a Shakuhachi
Shakuhachi music stirs up both gods and demons.
Once again the world's number-one rake lacks a friend.
In the teeming universe just that music.
He leaves the painting to enter a bamboo flute.

Another:

Shakuhachi
Even now I remember the recluse of Uji.
Empty belly, no wine, colder than ice.
Yet, the song of the angel's shining cloak.
Lost among refugees, the rural priest takes comfort.

The book also includes a selection of Zen tales featuring Ikkyu, one of which concerns shakuhachi:

DIALOGUE WITH A YAMABUSHI
One time when Ikkyu was in a solitary wood, he went to the Kanto with only his flute for company. A yamabushi happened to meet this priest strolling up the path playing his flute like a wandering komuso. Feigning stupidity, the yamabushi approached and asked him,
"I say there, wandering priest, where are you going?"
"I go wherever the wind takes me."
"I see. But what do you do when the wind stops blowing?"
"Why I just do the blowing myself," said Ikkyu turning back to his flute.
Outdone, the yamabushi clapped his mouth shut and passed by without a backward glance.

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Somewhere else there is another Ikkyu poem that mentions shakuhachi... he returns to an empty bed and out of frustration throws his shakuhachi onto the bed, and makes some comment about the sound it makes. I'll post it when I find it.

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