Wise, gentle, funny, and humble: that's some tall order in one poetry collection and #23 in the Hexagram Series from King's Road Press, Charles Trumbull's Between the Chimes, fits the bill.. Though a brief chapbook, at 14 pages with 32 poems, it displays all the qualities mentioned and is, indeed, very fine as a result.
Trumbull deals in everyday things, with an easy, often self-deprecating humor, reminiscent of Master Issa himself. Like Issa, some of the poems are plainly what they are; others resonate far beyond their apparent subject. Here's one with all those elements:
about my principles—
a wave collapses
The poet's revelation is right on the page: the wave crashes, being as deeply philosophical as will ever be necessary in this life, snapping the poet to attention. The spirit of haiku comes from a deep, meditative-like attention to things and, when that attention wanders, frequently, if we are lucky, nature calls us back.
There is a haiku about baseball, a subject I formally hated for poetry (until straightened out by Ed Markowski), two about graveyards, and another about elections. Election Day, it seems to me is a "holiday" which often is captured wonderfully in haiku - somebody should think about a small collection of election poems someday, if it hasn't been already done.
line drive to center
all faces turn toward
the sunflower field
This poem is exactly why I was wrong about baseball and haiku. What a beautiful little piece, drawing us into the nature element of the national past time and making sure that people know exactly what they are like. For some reason, probably obvious, I thought about the delicious tennis scene in Alfred Hitchcock's Strangers on a Train.
nearly dusk . . .
the shadow of her tombstone
One of two graveyard poems, "nearly dusk" is probably my favorite in the book. It is at once literal, figurative, heart-wrenching, and lovely. Also possibly dark, creepy, horrific and more. It's your half glass of water: choose.
a neighborhood dog
marks his choice
Really, someone should do a small collection of election day poems. This one is a beaut and would deserve a prominent place.
on my copy of
Robert's Rules of Order
a dried speck of blood
Somehow, this poem feels like it should have been placed (by me) before the graveyard poem. One of the great virtues of these poems is their truth - they have a quality of the found poem about them, a satori-like state again in that true spirit of haiku of which this is a good example. Also, in this case, it happens to be very funny, especially for anyone who has had to suffer through emotionally charged meetings governed by the thin veil of civilizing influence which Robert's Rules provides.
the dancer's feet
in fourth position
This fine ku catches the poet in the attentive mode - how often we miss the details in everyday mundane tasks such as standing in line, as suggested above in the wave poem. A perfect little moment here.
pansies we smile back
This is another personal favorite - plainly stated. Four words, one moment, universal - live in it, dwell there, it's eternity.
the chimes of the clock
Again, another moment ensnared, a suggestion of time stopped, if just for an instant. One might think of this as the unmeasured moment. This is the heart of haiku, the heart of life, the breath held, in, out, rest ... live.
It is noted in the prefatory material that the cover image for the chapbook is Hexagram 10, from the I Ching, entitled "Treading Carefully." Here is the explication:
When treading upon the tail of a tiger, if it does not bite you have success. For the weak to take a stand against the strong is not dangerous if it happens in good humour.
Looking back over the book and the poems highlighted in this post in light of the hexagram is potentially instructive. The hexagram gives fair warning, and also a potential approach to a hostile environment. Humor is a key; backing down not a particular option.
As another bard so aptly put it, "it's life and life only."
This week's poem comes from Lilliput Review, #177, December 2010. Enjoy.
I pull up a weed
to find at bottom
a heart rough
the human heart, too
translated by David G. Lanoue
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