Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 12, 2016
With a Deepening Presence Book Launch Party, Saturday, July 16th, & The Trouble with Poets, a Film by Tom Weber, Friday, July 15th
This Saturday, July 16th, at the Irma Freeman Center for Imagination, from 7:30 to 9:30, is the launch of With a Deepening Presence. Books will be available for purchase and signing. Presence will be sold at the special reading price of $8.
Reading will be Kristofer Collins, Christine Starkey, Che Elias, Scott Pyle, Rosaly Roffman, Bart Solarczyk, Bob Ziller and myself. Food and drinks (water, beer) will be provided.
If you can't make it (or even if can), I'll be reading the night before at the screening of Tom Weber's film, The Trouble with Poets, at Pittsburgh Filmakers (477 Melwood Avenue, Pittsburgh), from 6:30 to 9:30 pm.
The Filmmakers reading will be a general overview of my work. The launch reading will focus on the new book and a raft of all new poems never performed before. So, two nights, two very different readings.
Hope to see you at one or the other, or both.
yanking a radish
taking a tumble ...
little boy
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
Labels:
Bart Solarczyk,
Bob Ziller,
Che Elias,
Christine Starkey,
Don Wentworth,
Haiku,
Kris Collins,
Poetry,
Rosaly Roffman,
Scott Pyle,
The Trouble with Poets (film),
Tom Weber,
With a Deepening Presence (book)
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Patrick Sweeney & Chen-ou Liu: Wednesday Haiku, #228
Chess between adepts
persimmons on
a leafless tree
Patrick Sweeney
Photo by Brendan Adkins
the whiteness
of a cold moon ...
you, slanted eyes
Chen-ou Liu
Photo by Joe Stump
in cherry blossom shade
there are even those
who hate this world
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Sondra J. Bynes & Kalyana Hapsari: Wednesday Haiku, #225
Photo by Philip Chapman-Bell
he didn't leave a message--watching cottonwood fluff fall up
Sondra J. Byrnes
Photo by Laura Lewis
candle light dinner
lipstick on her wine glass
glistens
Kalyana Hapsari
Photo by Kristy Hom
cotton fluff scatters--
little thicket, little shrine
little ditch
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Wednesday, October 21, 2015
Ramesh Anand & Elmedin Kadric: Wednesday Haiku, #222
glow of light
from the hilltop hut –
shooting star
Ramesh Anand
Photo by Martin Burns
rain song
the busker
sings along
Elmedin Kadric
Orpheus Pines by Heather Wizell
wafting through trees
a beggar's flute
a nightingale's song
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blacksmiths,
buskers,
David G. Lanoue,
Elmedin Kadric,
Haiku,
Issa,
Poetry,
Ramesh Anand,
Wednesday Haiku
Wednesday, September 23, 2015
Helen Buckingham & Laszlo Slomovits: Wednesday Haiku, #221
GIF image courtesy of NASA
Geminid night--
another good one
dies
Helen Buckingham
Mephistoles from Gounod's Faust
opera —
even the bad guys
sing in tune
Laszlo Slomovits
Devil Priest by Matahei
a long night--
the devil in me
torments me
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Labels:
Haiku,
Helen Buckingham,
Issa,
Laszlo Slomovits,
Matahei,
poem,
Poetry,
Wednesday Haiku
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Alexis Rotella & Kanchan Chatterjee: Wednesday Haiku, #220
Photo by Troy Mason
The things
he doesn't say
slow-growing ivy
Alexis Rotella
Photo by Ivo Ivov
summer noon. . .
even the woodpecker's pecking
sounds heavy
Kanchan Chatterjee
Photo by Inderjit Nijjer
geese flying south--
the ducks at the gate
cheer them on
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Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Rehn Kovacic & Matthew Moffett: Wednesday Haiku, #219
Image from Talshiarr
Picking up each seed
the bird bows--
backyard Buddha
Rehn Kovacic
Photo by Ross
beside themselves
beside the cracked-up pavement
daffodils
Matthew Moffett
Artwork by Hishida Shunso
still plum blossoms
my head, by itself
bows
my head, by itself
bows
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Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Ida Frelinger & Susan Diridoni: Wednesday Haiku, #218
Image by Tom Simpson via foter
a duckling skids
into the no-wake zone
Ida Frelinger
Susan Diridoni
Photo by Paul Hudson via foter
my money sprouted wings
and flew away...
the year ends
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Wednesday, July 8, 2015
DJ Garvey & Susan Constable: Wednesday Haiku, #216
Photo by Andrew Moore
evening chant -
sacred ibis in lines
of flight
DJ Garvey
Photo by Jonathan Boeke
writer’s block
he asks what I think
about parsnips
Susan Constable
Artwork by Ted Silveira
over the big house
an excellent flight!
firefly
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Labels:
DJ Garvey,
Haiku,
ibis,
parsnips,
poem,
Poetry,
Susan Constable,
Ted Silveira,
Wednesday Haiku
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Chen-ou Liu & Daryl Nielsen: Wednesday Haiku, #215
Photo by April Schultz
the river
swollen with spring ...
her stretchmarks
Chen-ou Liu
Photo by Willrad von Doomenstein
honeysuckle
through an open window
mother’s last breath
Daryl Nielsen
high noon--
the reed thrush sings
to a silent river
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Labels:
Ayaz Daryl Nielsen,
Chen-ou Liu,
David G. Lanoue,
Haiku,
Issa,
poems,
Poetry,
Wednesday Haiku
Sunday, June 14, 2015
William Stafford: Where People Aren't
A book that I recently completed in my morning reading rotation is Things That Happen Where There Aren't Any People, a solid little William Stafford 38 page chapbook, put out by BOA Editions in 1980.
Many of the poems in the book are about what the title suggests: things that happen without people. Stafford's deep interaction with nature comes out in any number of the poems included, such as the following:
Through the Junipers
In the afternoon I wander away through
the junipers. They scatter on low hills
that open and close around me.
If I go far enough, all sight or sound
of people ends. I sit and look endless miles
over waves of those hills.
And then between sentences later when anyone
asks me questions troubling to truth,
my answers wander away and look back.
There are these days, and there are these hills
nobody thinks about, even in summer.
And part of my life doesn’t have any home.
Stafford is the kind of poet who, on occasions such as this one, we seem to overhear talking to himself. He was a prolific poet, a serial writer if you will, and the more you read, the more you feel him working out the many different aspects of things he encounters.
I could easily imagine him, on any given day, writing a very different last line for this poem. It is important to note, however, that this last line does not present empirical fact or even conjectural 'fact' - it presents feeling, how he felt after encountering nature without humans, and how he feels upon reentering the world of humans.
Reading this through some might think of Buddhism. Though this has some substance, I thought that Stafford, in his approach, represents a very Western (in this case, in both senses of the word) way of thinking, albeit a wilderness way of thinking. It reminded me of Somerset Maugham's character Larry Darrow from The Razor's Edge, who thinks that it is easy to be a monk on a mountain top, just try taking idealistic principles down into the world of people.
In case you forgot the post from 3 years ago (or weren't around these parts at that time), here's a scene with Bill Murray capturing the above sentiment from the excellent 1984 movie adaptation:
Because serendipity is the way of all things, I ran into the following haiku by Shiki in-between the next to last and last edit of this post and it seems, in its own way, to speak to the heart of the subject at hand:
There is no trace
Of him who entered
The summer grove
Shiki
trans. by R. W. Blyth
Photo by Tom Magliery
Photo by Sander van der Wel
baby sparrow--
even when people come
opening his mouth
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Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Bart Solarcyzk & Lisa Espenmiller: Wednesday Haiku, #214
Her princess dreams
& ragdoll dress
come morning
Bart Solarczyk
Photo by plochingen
morning bath
ghosts
rise with the steam
Lisa Espenmiller
Photo by Cecil Beaton
the beggar child prays
with trembling voice...
for a doll
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Mary Frederick Ahearn & Pravat Kumar Padhy: Wednesday Haiku, #213
Photo by Clyde Bentley
how tenderly
the hawk feeds her young -
who are we to say
Mary Frederick Ahearn
Photo by Chris Gunns
autumn melancholy--
the shadow connects
the trees
Pravat Kumar Padhy
Photo by Kusakabe Kimbei
in the wake
of the Buddhist procession...
honking geese
of the Buddhist procession...
honking geese
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Goran Gatalica & Olivier Schopfer: Wednesday Haiku, #212
Photo of a Jackdaw (member of the Crow family) by Jyrki Salmi
the Blue crow
brings morning silence
with its wings
Goran Gatalica
Photo by Ricardo Cuppini
first drops of rain...
halfway up the wild rose stem
a ladybird stops
Olivier Schopfer
Photo by Adrian Kingsley-Hughes
making mountains rise
in the clouds...
cawing crow
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Labels:
David G. Lanoue,
Goran Gatalica,
Haiku,
Issa,
Olivier Schopfer,
poem,
Poetry
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Chiyo-ni: the plum flower ...
Photo by Appaloosa
so so sad
to miss the plum flower
before it fell
Chiyo-ni
trans. by Patricia Donegan & Yoshi Ishibashi
Though I was tempted at first to say, "Here is the modern dilemma," really, here is the human dilemma, shared by no other species. In Patricia Donegan's commentary on this poem, she mentions that this is more than likely a poem of mourning for fellow haiku poet, Shiko, whose pen name means 'plum flower.' Of course, the poem stands also on its own with this second level of meaning.
One of the books in my morning "pile" of poetry is Chiyo-ni: Woman Haiku Master, translated with commentary by Patricia Donegan, with the assistance of Yoshi Ishibashi. It is truly a masterwork. Unfortunately, it is out of print from Tuttle and copies are going for $100 and up. One can only hope that it will again see the light of day as it is a must for any serious haiku collection.
Donegan's work here, particularly as commentator, as in Haiku Mind, is transcendent. In my limited experience, she is only surpassed by Blyth.
Donegan's work here, particularly as commentator, as in Haiku Mind, is transcendent. In my limited experience, she is only surpassed by Blyth.
plum blossoms gone
suddenly Kyoto
looks old
Issa
trans. by David G. Lanoue
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Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Michael Dylan Welch & DJ Garvey: Wednesday Haiku, #211
Photograph by Kettukusu
a small snow drift
by the still rabbit
Michael Dylan Welch
Image by Jetheriot via foter
black bough
vibrating
no bird
DJ (Dennis) Garvey
Artwork from Wellcome Images
grafting a branch--
I might be dead
tomorrow
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Labels:
David G. Lanoue,
DJ Garvey,
Haiku,
Issa,
Michael Dylan Welch,
poem,
Poetry,
Wednesday Haiku
Sunday, May 10, 2015
Five Classic Cormorant Haiku
Photo by Frédéric Lemaréchal
In book 3 of R. H. Blyth's classic 4-volume Haiku, there are a number of sections on particular subjects, one being cormorant fishing. Cormorant fishing is a method, as depicted above, in which the bird has a snare attached to the base of its throat. When the cormorant catches a fish, it is unable to swallow it and the fisherman extracts it from the bird's throat. The the process is then repeated, over and over again.
This method of fishing, hundreds and hundreds of years old, inspired many haiku. And, as would be expected, most are in empathy with the plight of the bird.
Here are 4 poems by classic masters, translated by Blyth:
and cormorant fishers, too,
Parent and child.
Issa
This is a signature Issa poem, focused as it is on the shared experience of bird and human: both are, potentially, parent and child. Issa, who considered himself an orphan from an early age, has compassion which knows no species line. Obviously, the plight of the cormorant is especially emotive for him.
Model from Vatican Museum
Morning twilight;
In their basket, the cormorants
Asleep, exhausted.
Shiki
Shiki goes right to the heart of the matter, the birds' terrible plight: catch the fish, be unable to eat. Hence, the exhaustion - all effort, no reward.
Statue, Eden Park, Cincinnati, OH
The cormorant keeper
Grown old,
Is not to be seen this year.
Buson
Buson focuses on the elderly man he remembers seeing who is the keeper and trainer of cormorants. As with Issa's poem, we see the human, in important respects, shares the plight of the cormorant: life's ephemerality.
My soul
Dived in and out of the water
With the cormorant
Onitsura
Like Shiki, Onitsura identifies completely with the task of the cormorant and replicates what is a very real emotional experience for those who witness this type of fishing.
The one master missing is Bashō from this particular selection of Blyth translations. I found his translation of the follwoing a bit cumbersome, so here it is, translated by David Landis Barnhill instead:
so fascinating
but then so sad:
cormorant fishing boat
Bashō
Bashō strikes a perfect balance of humanness - the fascination with this 'ingenious' method of fishing and, suddenly, the revelation of its implication, karmic and otherwise. The range of emotion from one mere moment to the next is, in itself, something of an analogy for the human experience.
One note - there are, and have been, different methods of cormorant 'fishing.' Another method does not involve a snare around the neck, but the bird (actually, a number are used at a time) is tethered to the boat, having been trained not to swallow.
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Woodblock by Kunisada
the cormorants stare
at them hard...
cormorant fishermen
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Labels:
Bashō,
Buson,
Cormorant,
David G. Lanoue,
David Landis Barnhill,
Haiku,
Issa,
Onitsura,
poem,
Poetry,
R. H. Blyth,
Shiki
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