Today I came across a wonderful example of excessive, exotic romanticism. It is the beginning of a description of the 1929 movie “The Desert Song”:
“GREEDILY the copper coin of the sun was tossed by some invisible hand into the coffers of the desert. Now a purple radiance suffused the burning sands, till deepening twilight gradually wrapped its cloak all around and the mountains rose stark against the sky.”
One imagines shop girls with tired, aching feet sinking into such a film as into a warm, perfumed bath. Sheer escapism — and completely the antithesis of what we do in hokku — but a bit of fun nonetheless.