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house of blues
the temptation
to join in
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(NaHaiWriMo topic: Houses)
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Moving on:
NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 18th (in honor of Patriots Day in the U.S.):
History
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See the NaHaiWriMo website.
See the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page, and contribute haiku there if you want. (It doesn’t have to have anything to do with this prompt. It’s just a suggestion.)
We interrupt this broadcast for a brief lapse into self-promotion: I am lucky enough to be one of the featured poets for Cycle 11 of DailyHaiku (http://www.dailyhaiku.org/). This means that my haiku will be featured on the site every day this week, starting today, and during three other weeks over the next six months, in rotation with five other poets. Who are also well worth reading, so if I were you I would just subscribe or something so you don’t miss a single day. Go!
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property line
the hawk’s head swivels
from house to house
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(NaHaiWriMo topic: Birds of prey)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 17th:
Houses and other dwellings
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spring
tag
back
and forth
in half
a forest
a culvert
running
through
it
and a
surprise
deer
at the edge
lifting
her
head
staring at
the children
she doesn’t have
yet
paintbox
the sky spreads
over the water
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(NaHaiWriMo topic: Boxes and other containers)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 16th:
Birds of prey
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the heat —
spilled moon poaching
in the river
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(NaHaiWriMo topic: Rivers and streams)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 14th:
Boxes and other containers
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every seed he plants a finger inserted deep
into
soil
that’s what we call the dirt
we don’t believe
in
fact
that dragonfly is me
pink balloon
you teach me to breathe
helium
(NaHaiWriMo topic: Chemical elements)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 14th:
Rivers and streams
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lullaby
drowning out the voice
of the owl
(NaHaiWriMo topic: Sleep)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 13th
Chemical elements (from the periodic table)
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satellite dish
sunflowers lean
the same way
Satellitenschüssel
Sonnenblumen im gleichen
Neigungswinkel
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Chrysanthemum 9, April 2011
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I was very happy to be published in the Austrian journal Chrysanthemum, not only because it’s a wonderful journal but because all the haiku and tanka in it are translated by the editor, Dietmar Tauchner, and his staff into either English or German depending on how they started out. All those long German compound words make me so happy, I can’t even tell you. “Neigungswinkel,” I’ll have you know, means “angle of inclination.” (I looked it up. I don’t really know German.)
Anyway, you should go to the link above and download the current issue and check it out, because there’s a lot of great stuff in it.
roaring breakers
I implore the whale
for its name
(NaHaiWriMo topic: Really big things)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 12th
Sleep
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See Dick run … no, wait.
If you don’t have a Facebook account or don’t want to post haiku there, feel free to post them in my comments.
Or just write them down somewhere and keep them a secret.
Or don’t write anything at all. Whatever works for you.
I’ll be back tomorrow, same time, same place, with another suggestion.
wild nights —
Emily Dickinson asleep
on my nightstand
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library hush
he reads my mind
a little
(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Books and libraries)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 11th
Really big things (it’s all relative, of course)
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See the NaHaiWriMo website.
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Hi haiku folk,
This is the beginning of National Library Week in the U.S. I don’t care where you live, you are going to be celebrating this with me, because in case it hadn’t registered with you before, I am studying to be a librarian when I grow up. (In case, you know, the whole fame-and-fortune-through-haiku thing doesn’t pan out for me.)
So here’s my obligatory public service announcement: Please do your part to support libraries so that I will be able to find a job when I graduate from library school so that we can facilitate the free flow of information that is necessary to the health of a democratic society. Or something.
… No, seriously. I know you all probably love libraries already, but in case you didn’t know, a lot of politicians don’t. They think libraries are frivolous institutions that exist only to provide a lot of namby-pamby middle-class people with books of poetry (honestly, could anything be more…irrelevant…than poetry?) and the latest romance novels. They don’t see any relationship between the health of libraries and the health of the economy. They think everyone gets their information from the Internet these days anyway. They’d rather spend the cash on bombers.
Guess what? More people use libraries now than ever before. In America, a huge percentage of the population has access to the Internet only through their public library. Librarians help them look for jobs, figure out how to pay their taxes (did you hear that, politicians?), study to become more qualified for jobs, determine whether those emails from the nice Nigerian businessman are actually legitimate, and yes, occasionally even obtain print and audiovisual materials that improve their lives in a myriad of ways. And that’s just public libraries. Don’t get me started on all the other kinds.
So if you haven’t been to the library in a while, why not make a trip this week? And say something nice to the librarian. And if you happen to run into your local legislator somewhere, tell him or her about all the stuff I said. Forget the bombs…bring on the books.
(Note: Because this blog believes in truth in advertising, all the blatant public service announcements promoting libraries in today’s column will be printed in bold. Enjoy.)
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Haiku of the Week
A couple of great red dragonfly haiku showed up in my feed reader this week. Because I am shamelessly self-centered, they get to go first.
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From Lunch Break:
water aerobics-
the red dragonfly
flitting past— gillena cox 2011
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From see haiku here (as always, includes a haiga that must be seen):
red dragonfly —
I am now alive
admiring the height of sky— Natsume, Soseki (with haiga by Kuniharu Shimizu)
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Next in order of priority are the cherry blossom haiku. Japanese cherry blossom haiku. Need I say more? Both of these are from Blue Willow Haiku World.
From March 31:
花冷えの鍵は鍵穴にて響く 冨田拓也
hanabie no kagi wa kagiana nite hibiku
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cherry blossom chill
a key resonates
in the key hole— Takuya Tomita, translated by Fay Aoyagi
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From April 2:
文字は手を覚えてゐたり花の昼 鴇田智哉
moji wa te o oboete itari hana no hiru
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characters remember
who wrote them
cherry blossom afternoon— Tomoya Tokita, translated by Fay Aoyagi
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Okay, the rest of you can be seated now.
From La Calebasse (sorry, no translation today, but French really isn’t a difficult language to learn — run along now and pick up some instructional tapes from your local library):
la première abeille
jusqu’au quatrième étage
pour la première fleur— Vincent Hoarau
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From old pajamas: from the dirt hut:
Hurry, children we could not have // Come cross the lotus bridge //
Play with mother under the plum tree— Alan Segal
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From Mann Library’s Daily Haiku:
spring plowing
a flock of blackbirds
turns inside out— Tom Painting
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From Crows & Daisies:
a housefly
on the tax form…
all day rain— Polona Oblak
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From jornales:
magnolia petals
in the wind—
the rush at my wedding— Alegria Imperial
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From Morden Haiku — a great echo of Basho’s famous haiku:
day after day
on the inspector’s face
the inspector’s mask— Matt Morden
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From Beachcombing for the Landlocked:
following their directions i find myself in someone else’s lost
— Matt Holloway
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From haiku-usa:
long afternoona squirrel’s leapfrom tree to tree— Bill Kenney
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From Haiku Bandit Society:
the queue come full stop
a stolen glance
at the nape of her neck— William Sorlien
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From Daily Haiga (with, naturally, a haiga…go look, pretty please)
summer solstice
i touch it
four times— Brendan Slater
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Wonders of the Web
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Springtime with Issa
Tom Clark of Beyond the Pale gives us an explosion of Issa spring haiku, accompanied by amazing photography. Just go read it and look at it and breathe. We made it through again. (This link courtesy of Don Wentworth . He always knows about the coolest stuff. Probably because he’s a librarian.)
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Asahi Haikuist Network
Sheesh. Somebody should have told me about this a while ago…a whole column in a Japanese newspaper featuring English-language haiku. There’s a different theme for every biweekly issue, which includes commentary by the editor, David McMurray. (You can send him your own haiku — see the directions at the bottom of every column.)
Stacking firewood
my son wants to know
all about tsunami–Ralf Broker (Germany)
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“Chances”
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On the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page the other day, Alan Summers shared a link to an amazing animated haiku presentation by Jeffrey Winke, and now I have to go there every single day and stare at it. Very moving haiku. In both senses of the word “moving.”
cooling grasses
tears that start in her eyes
run down my face
— Jeffrey Winke
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At the Border of Silver and Tacky: Meet Ed Baker
Ed Baker is a sui generis poet whose poetry sometimes looks like haiku and sometimes like itself; he likes to call a lot of what he writes “shorties,” which works for me. He’s also a painter and a sculptor. You should get to know him a little bit, which you can do by going to visit him with Geof Huth of dbqp: visualizing poetics. Geof spent a day with Ed a few years ago and has the photos to prove it. (Thanks to Joseph Hutchison over at The Perpetual Bird for sharing this link.)
Afterwards (or beforehand, I suppose, might be even better), you should go over to Ed’s own site and read what he writes. Like this:
far beyond___frog___moon leaps
— Ed Baker, from Neighbor Book 6 Afterwards
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How To Get Rid Of Your Money
An anonymous haiku fan who apparently has some spare cash (I knew there had to be at least one!) has offered to triple any donations given to The Haiku Foundation in the month of April. So if you got a bigger tax refund than you expected and you have all the groceries you need for a while, you could send them some money to fund, you know…haiku stuff.
(Then if you have any more spare money? There’s this deserving not-quite-young-anymore haiku poet and blogger who’s accepting donations to fund her lavish haiku-writing lifestyle. Contact me for details about where to mail the check…)
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Dead Tree News
I really hope I’ve mentioned this before, but all the women out there in the Haikuverse need to think about submitting your best haiku (and senryu) to Aubrie Cox for her groundbreaking anthology of women’s English-language haiku. The deadline is April 15th. The relevant email address is paperlanternhaiku AT gmail DOT com and you should include 5 to 15 poems, your name, country, a brief bio of 150 words or less, and any applicable publication credits of submitted poems.
When Aubrie started this project she mentioned that although no anthology of women’s English-language haiku had yet been assembled, Makoto Ueda had put together a fine one of Japanese women’s haiku, called Far Beyond the Field. So I got it and I’ve been wandering through it delightedly for the last month or so. It’s a physically lovely object, tall and narrow and outwardly dressed in spring green, with lots of white space inside to create room for thought around every haiku. There’s lots of space for thought around every poet, too; Ueda has created a substantial section for each woman with a preceding brief critical and biographical essay.
I don’t want to blather on about this too much because the haiku stand on their own, and if you’re interested you should find yourself a copy of the book. (This is a link to the WorldCat library catalog, which will help you find a copy of this book at a library near you.) I’ll just throw out a few of my favorites to make your mouth water and then run away and leave you hanging, because I’m heartless that way.
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the butterfly
behind, before, behind
a woman on the road
— Chiyojo
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lost in the woods —
only the sound of a leaf
falling on my hat
— Tagami Kikusha
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no longer seeking
the sun, a magnificent
sunflower
— Takeshita Shizunojo
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home from blossom viewing —
as I disrobe, many straps
cling to my body
— Sugita Hisajo [1919]
[Ueda’s note: “Kyoshi said at the time that this was a woman’s haiku that no man could imitate.”]
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the baby carriage
and the wild waves
side by side in summer
— Hashimoto Takako
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up on a hydro pole
the electrician turns
into a cicada
— Mitsuhashi Takajo
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their lives last
only while aflame —
a woman and a pepper-pod
— Mitsuhashi Takajo
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at spring dawn
something I’ve spat out
gleams serenely
— Ishibashi Hideno
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a man enters
the room, disturbing the scent
of daffodils
— Yoshino Yoshiko
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the instant it flies up
a dragonfly
loses its shadow
— Inahata Teiko
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saffron in bloom—
the movie yesterday
murdered a man
— Uda Kitoko
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each fresh day
inflicting new wounds
on a white peony
— Kuroda Momoko
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with a pencil
I torture an ant
on the desk at night
— Katayama Yumiko
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choosing a swimsuit —
when did his eyes
replace mine?
— Mayuzumi Madoka
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Thanks for your attention, folks…Hey, where did everybody go? Oh, to the library? That’s all right, then.
cicada trill
when did I last play
the harmonica
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(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Music)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 1oth (the start of National Library Week)
Books and libraries
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See the NaHaiWriMo website.
See the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page, and contribute haiku there if you want. (It doesn’t have to have anything to do with this prompt. It’s just a suggestion.)
summer’s end
the taste of rosemary
in his kiss
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(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Herbs and spices)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 9th
Music
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my rich neighbor —
late at night
he slowly
peels
an orange
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(a handful of stones, 3/30/2011; pay attention: a river of stones, 2011)
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fading rainbow —
the coin counter rejects
my lucky penny
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(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Machines)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 8th
Herbs and spices
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sunrise…
the firebird flies past
my window
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What do you mean, what’s the firebird?
(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Fairy tales)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 7th
Machines
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anniversary
we argue about which way
the snow is falling
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First published in The Mainichi Daily News, Feb. 22, 2011
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(Special thanks to Aubrie Cox for letting me know this poem had appeared in print — after six weeks I still hadn’t noticed. Now go look at Aubrie’s doodle haiga.)
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Husband: But our anniversary is in August. And why would we argue about anything so stupid?
Me: No, no, dear, I meant the other guy I’ve been married to for twenty years.
Husband: Oh.
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snowdrops–
all the new planets
they keep finding
(NaHaiWriMo prompt: Planets)
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Moving on: NaHaiWriMo prompt for April 6th
Fairy Tales
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See the NaHaiWriMo website.
See the NaHaiWriMo Facebook page, and contribute haiku there if you want. (It doesn’t have to have anything to do with this prompt. It’s just a suggestion.)
Red Dragonfly 