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Friday, March 5, 2010

Roberta Beary: nothing left to say


Roberta Beary is one of the finest modern haiku poets I know. She was the winner of the 1st Annual Bashō Challenge here at Lilliput, which is probably the most modest of her many honors. With her 2009 chapbook, nothing left to say, pictured above, she joins an esteemed lineup in the King's Road Press low frills "Hexagram Series." Each of the volumes in the series is 16 pages long; nothing left to say contains 35 of Beary's haiku.

The hexagram from the I Ching on the cover is #63, "Completion." As annotated here, it is described thus:


The transition from confusion to order is completed, and everything is in its proper place. After a long and difficult period, it is finally time to rest and remain quiet.

The poems, themselves, are of a characteristic high quality. The opening haiku, from which the title derives, is a fine example modern English language haiku:



nothing left to say
an empty nest
fills with snow




This poem breaks in an one of traditional ways for modern English language haiku; the first line posits "the conclusion," with a 2 line image that follows that either describes or evokes the thought. Flip the poem around, though, for another traditional approach; with the 2 line image first and the 1st line as the conclusion the poem doesn't work nearly as well. Even with the present tense, making the 1st line the last gives it a finished feel that diminishes the power and nature of the experience. What is happening is ongoing, it is now; the reversal would undermine the continuous moment.

Next, an 8 word little poem, with considerable emotional power:



breakup—
my daughter's voice cracks
across two continents




With one word ("breakup"), the poet has encapsulated the whole situation. With its description in the 2nd and 3rd lines , the breakup is shown to have a power which geographically spans a tremendous distance, a distance which no doubt is exacerbated over the phone. Further, the use of the verb "cracks" lends the poem a tone of an almost seismic nature. The effect conjured is figuratively earth shattering, at once telling a narrative and presenting it with perfect metaphoric resonance, incredibly, without the metaphor.



in and out
of the lovers' quarrel
fireflies



I love this little poem and it probably is purely a matter of personal taste; this is what I think of as a "big picture" haiku. Placing the lovers in the midst of nature, the artist may simply put down her brush and walk away. She's done her job to perfection. There may be other movement implicit in the poem: the weaving in and out of the lovers' words, the possible physical movement of the lovers themselves as they speak. In this case, however, the unstated is just that, for a reason; the most important movement here is that of the fireflies, the how and why of them moving. All else is unimportant.

Why is the fireflies' movement so important? Is there something in it to be learned of the how and why of our movement? Does that movement mirror the lovers themselves?

Obviously, I think all of these evoked questions give the poem its intended resonance. Whether you agree that all that is important here are the fireflies really is a matter of opinion. But this little poem, which appears in 1st Annual Bashō Haiku Challenge Chapbook, is one of the highlights of a fine collection of haiku by Roberta Beary.


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Erie poet Lonnie Sherman is one of a kind. In the early years of Lilliput, I published two chapbooks of his work, a couple of broadsides and numerous shorter poems. It was my great privilege to publish that work. Lonnie is one of the genuine post-Beat voices; not one false note about him. He works in longer forms, so he is not a natural for Lilliput. His work, however, is a natural for my heart. This week's featured broadside poem is from issue #114, which saw the light of day back in November 2000. It is one of 3 poems in that issue. Lonnie's work is done in all caps so I thought, rather than reproduce it here, I'd scan in the pages so you might get a feel for the look, a mental tactility, if you will.

As a bonus, the page also contains a drawing by a world renowned artist, making for what I hoped was a fine complementary presentation. If anyone can guess who the artist is, I'll give them a free 6 issue subscription to Lilliput (or a 6 issue extension to a current subscription) or copies of Lonnie's two chapbooks and 3 broadsides.



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And a final note from Master Issa:





if my father were here--
dawn colors
over green fields

Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue





best,
Don

Friday, December 12, 2008

Roberta Beary's Video Haibun

Curtis Dunlap, over at the always excellent Blogging Along Tobacco Road, has recently recorded and posted a video of Roberta Beary reading a haibun for her dad. As most of you folks know, Roberta was the winner of Issa's Untidy Hut's first annual Basho Haiku Challenge.

Curtis has generously consented to let me embed the video here for your enjoyment, so here is a bright little moment for your Friday pleasure. Please return the favor and give Curtis a visit
at the link above.







And, thinking of fathers and daughters, here's a haiku by Issa, whose longing for family always shines through:


staying behind --
the nightingale's only
daughter.
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue


best,
Don

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Roberta Beary & Vassilis Zambaras: Wednesday Haiku, #49

Utagawa Hiroshige





moon viewing
mother's small hand lifts
in farewell

                   Roberta Beary 





 W. J. Neatby






Nightingales near
the river.

No superfluous noise.

                Vassilis Zambaras






Eishōsai Chōki






When I see the ocean,
Whenever I see it,
Oh, my mother!
Issa
translated by R. H. Blyth






Ōshukubai







cherry blossoms scatter--
a nightingale sings
I cry
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue








best,
Don



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Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Laurie Kuntz & Roberta Beary: Wednesday Haiku, #206




The old man
picks the fruit
cautiously.
Laurie Kuntz







family christmas
the one who drinks  calls
just to talk
Roberta Beary




Artwork (detail) by Sidney Paget





a prize-winning chrysanthemum!
the old man
weeps
Issa
trans. by David G. Lanoue


best,
Don

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Friday, March 11, 2011

Haiku Canada Review: October 2010


A new issue of Haiku Canada Review came across my desk quite awhile back and I'm finally getting to it .  As I've mentioned before (and before that), it is one my favorite haiku mags. It comes out three times a year, is always jam packed with interesting, challenging work, including haiku, haibun, linked verse and reviews, all of which are at once thought provoking and inspirational.  Editor LeRoy Gorman deftly blends together the traditional and experimental; in the 10 years I've been reading I've never been disappointed.

The October 2010 issue is no exception. Here are a few highlights from that issue:

temple pond
the moon floats by
just out of reach
Pat Benedict


A classic haiku in form and execution, calling to mind Li Po's (Li Bai) famed adventure trying to embrace the moon.  While looking up this legendary incident, I ran across a website with 40 different translations of his own poem about drinking and the moon, (variously titled) "Drinking Alone by Moonlight." 


dust particles
suspended-
first day of school
Deborah Fox


Dust motes in the golden light of autumn seem a universal, almost a collective conscious memory.  It is the time of the year, the slant of the sun, the balance of low humidity, and atmospheric pressure - and it is magic.


the vagrant
reasoning with someone
who isn't there
Barry George


With the ubiquity of the cell phone and other connective devices, it's often hard to sort the disturbed from the disturbing.  "Reasoning" is the perfect word here because the vagrant, like the actor in a play, is completely convinced, and convincing, in his role.  The phonies, pun intended, you can smell a mile away.


This next poem begins:

another motel

and I thought, oh, the ennui, I'm not sure if I'm going to like where this is going, when it suddenly pivots on its axis:


another motel
this time nearby
frog songs
Jeanne Jorgensen


Perfect: the commonplace is transformed and, come to think of it, that's as good a definition of haiku as I've run across this week.  The frog pulls us back where we belong - the time, the place, the uniformity all fall away for a timeless event.

Here's another poem with a less than promising opening line, that takes a great turn:


two-for-one sale
crows gather
outside McDonald's
Nida


Funny and sad and ominous at once, all in 8 words, quite a slick feat.


not so sure
but the waxwings want them
ripe red berries
Bruce Ross


Here the poet, like an expert fisherman, lets the truth come to him, no easy task for the amateur. 


her tennis arm -
a swan dips its head
to the water
Richard Stevenson


On one level, this feels mundane, but there is something sublime here.  To see how close this poem comes to not working, simply place the 1st line last.  The shape and movement of the swan's neck raises the tennis arm, something usually ignored, to a thing of exquisite beauty.  Reversed, the effect would have been opposite.



cadence of bells
frail arms lift for a change
of clothes
Roberta Beary



This haiku from a haibun by Roberta Beary resonates, not only with sound, but motion.

The following is a verse from a renku:


the woman
selling dreamcatchers
sighs
Barry George


Well, it doesn't get much better than this - a haiku poet at exactly the right place at the right time, and paying attention, to boot.


hearing the train whistle
bound for the city...
here in the city
Barry George


This reminds me of the poem by Bashō about longing for Kyoto while in Kyoto.  There is more than nostalgia here, though I believe the two poems share a deep sense of longing, perhaps under very different circumstances.

Than again, perhaps the circumstances are nearly the same. Love, and the love of love, are universal.


into the future
as fast as all of us
this garden snail
George Swede


There is Issa's haiku about the snail climbing Mount Fuji (but slowly, slowly) but, dare I say it, this one rivals the Master.    Here, at once, we see why the snail may make it to the top of Mount Fuji, and why it may not, and why we may make it to the top of Mount Fuji, and why we may not.


from the bridge
between my hemispheres
grandfather still fishes
George Swede


This is another beauty by one of our modern masters; we are firmly in the present moment and at the same time, lodged in the past, all in the gray matter, deftly separated by the poet, into the two hemispheres of his own brain.  Brilliant.


The Salvation Army truck
packed from floor to ceiling
with my dead mother's things
I remove a wicker basket
I don't need
George Swede


This is touching in every sense of the word.  Each and everyone of us who have been there have done this and we may not have even made a conscious decision to do so or had the self-awareness to realize why.

birthday surprise -
no extra waves
on the ocean
Gary Hotham


This poem comes from a review of Gary Hotham's book Spilled Milk: Haiku Destinies.  The reviews in HCN are always very good and here is what the reviewer, Guy Simser, had to say about this one:

Read this literally and see a tranquil seashore picture.  Read this more deeply and you sense an ego deflating. Make of it what you will folks, He says, that's all there is.  In the time it takes a hummingbird to disappear and suddenly reappear in a different place....there's your haiku, back with a new meaning.

I like Simser's take here, most especially because he notes that Hotham's poem is so good it allows more interpretations than his own.  My kind of critic ...


For more on Haiku Canada, visit their website.   Membership includes a subscription to HCR, published 3 times a year, plus newsletters, a Members' Anthology and Haiku Canada Sheets.  Or, if you prefer, subscription includes membership, with all of the above as noted.

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Checks or money orders should be made out to "Haiku Canada" and mailed to:

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148 King
Pointe Claire, QC
Canada  H9R 4H4

Submissions are open to members and non-members.  Haiku, related writing, letters and reviews are welcome.  Send to:

LeRoy Gorman, Publications Editor
91 Graham West
Napanese, ON  K7R 2J6  CANADA
leroygorman AT hotmail DOT com (email spelled out to avoid harvesting)


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Lately, I've been talking to John Bennett a bit about our mutual acquaintance - a friend of John's and an acquaintance mine from my editorial work - the late artist and poet, John Harter.  John had something many poets would, and have in fact, died for: a unique voice.  I often think of him when I think of Albert Huffstickler, not because their work was similar, but because they both had genuine, unique voices that cut to the quick of things.
 
As many of you who have been reading this blog for any length of time know, every week, usually a number of times, I feature work from past issue of Lilliput Review.  Currently, the Friday and Sunday posts have poems from the mag.  I've been doing this so long that I've gone up and down the full run of Lillie issues, up to #178 now (I'm currently laying out 179 & 180), a number of times.

In looking at #142 this morning, from back in January 2005, I noted that I've featured poems from this issue twice before and that there are still a bunch of poems worth reprinting.  What I didn't think I would stumble on is poems by John Harter I had yet to feature on the blog.  And what a wonderful surprise it was.

Here are two poems by John.  Everything he did was written in caps, with his delightfully eccentric spelling (and, in one case here alignment - that's right, this isn't just another Wentworth f-up).  I hope you enjoy these two; they are beautiful in, perhaps, a little mellower way than usual for John.

It was one of the great honors and delights of my 23 years (and counting) editing this little rag to have made John's acquaintance via poetry.



FOR STEVE
OUT OF  BED       PAJAMAS      FACE
START COFFEE GET WOOD     CUT
KINDLING NEEWWWS   P
START BLAZE
OPEN TO BLUE SKY WHIITE
CLOUDS
MAPLE OVER EVERGREEN
COFFEE
NOTE YELLOW BUDS
WRITE POEMS









FOR HANS
   RIDDING INTO THE FOREST ON
   THE BACK OF AN ANT
   I FOUND A BEAUTEFULL STONE
                      AND
   PUT IT INTO MY POCKET
   I LOST IT OF COURSE
     SO HERE IS A POEM
SORRY IT'S NOT AS
               BEAUTEFULL AS
               THAT STONE
John Harter









in mosquito territory
the double blossom
yellow roses
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue






best,
Don





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Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Delicateness of Mr. Snake


Cover by Bobo



A couple of links of interest, plus a call for poems this week. I tried to get permission to reprint a review of the Basho Haiku Challenge Chapbook over at Hellium but wasn't able to, so I've provided a link. The winning haiku by Roberta Beary was reprinted with some squirrelly alignment (and on odd, floating e), so here it is correctly aligned:



on the church steps
a mourning dove
with mother's eyes
Roberta Beary




A very nice review by Greg, in which he supplies a generous selection of work from the chapbook, which is a available for the paltry sum of $3, postage paid. Like the poet dreaming of a butterfly dreaming of a poet, I've already begun thinking about The 2nd Annual Bashô Haiku Challenge; I've tentatively scheduled the month of September to be the period of open submissions, but keep an eye peeled here for updates as the time approaches.

The new edition of Roadrunner published and there is a wonderful set of haiga by Shodo for the work of Santoka as translated by Scott Watson. Some really beautiful work, all around.

I received notice that there has been a change of editor over at Pudding Magazine and they anxiously wish to test the wherewithal of said Andy Roberts, hence the nigh breathless call for poems that follows (please also note: this is a paying gig guys, so get on it):



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Pudding House Announcement

HOT NEWS
from the desk of
Jennifer Bosveld, president of
Pudding House Publications. . .

Poets, feel free to eavesdrop on this letter to the Pudding
HouseTeam, and take it personally as I value you as well.
This isprobably the most gigantic announcement out of
Pudding Househeadquarters in its history of 30 years,
and we've had some mighty big moments. If you love
something, set it free. And I love Pudding Magazine.
/jen

Andy Roberts accepts permanent appointment as new
Editor and Chief of Pudding Magazine: The Journal of
Applied Poetry


A FINE LITERARY ARTS old school PRINT JOURNAL

same focus and priorities--
Get Ready for a surge
in Pudding's
flight across and into
the attention of
America's poets

YOU ARE in the THE FIRST ROUND OF
NATIONWIDE ANNOUNCEMENTS
Andy Roberts about to capture the limelight--
taking over the post held by Jennifer Bosveld for 30 years.

Andy Roberts
has been on the radar at Pudding House for the past year
especially--and since first being published in our journal.
He has a wide publication history including but not limited
to: Ambergris, Rhino, Sulphur River, Albatross, Atlanta
Review, Atom Mind, Bellowing Art, Black Bear Review,
Blue Collar Review, Bogg, The Cathartic, Chiron Review,
Cider Press Review, Coal City, Cokefish, Crazyquilt,
Fulcrum, Gargoyle, Hanging Loose, Hiram Poetry Review,
Home Planet News, Miller's Pond, Modern Haiku and
many other haiku publications, Nerve Cowboy, Plainsongs,
Poetry Motel, Rag Mag, Roanoke Review, San Fernando
Poetry Journal, Slipstream, Third Lung, Voices
International, Windless Orchard, and many many more.
He has published mainly poetry but fiction as well. Andy
Roberts came along just in time to be included in The
Pudding House Gang this year--our full-length "sampler"
on our editorial taste and those working for you, the
American Poet. Now he's a venue manager and emcee for
Pudding House, literary representative, and all-around
executive assistant learning the ropes by wrapping his
mind and energies around the broad array of products
and events for Pudding House Publications, the largest
literary small press in America. Andy lives on Clime
Road in Columbus Ohio. Get to know him. He doesn't
have a website yet, but he will, I'm sure.

Let's blast Andy with work! What do ya say?

WHAT THE AUTHOR RECEIVES:
copy of the issue you are in. Featured poet gets 4 copies
and $10.

Send only your best poems by U.S. Mail (he wants the
thrill of getting real mail in his mailbox at the street,
you know? You must include email address, all contact
information, and the good old SASE. Jen says Andy will
probably be tougher than she was so don't send your also
-rans. Andy Roberts, Pudding Magazine Editor, 3070
Clime Road, Columbus Ohio 43223
Or send through email attachment:
andyrobertspuddingmagazine@gmail.com. phone only if
you have something crucial to talk about with Andy and
email and mail cannot work for you:
614-607-6937 cell: 614-306-8814

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This week's selection of poems from the archive comes from issue #27, November 1991. Chameleons, coyotes, snakes, fawns, crows, and toads had their way. Here's a taste:





My animal face grimaces
----and flees again into darkness
because I've come too close
------to remembering
David Richard





Coyote
stands outside,
twists his face
in the window,
sticks his tongue out,
makes all of the boys and girls
in the classroom laugh.
Charlie Mehrhoff






Masturbating
crow on a rooftop
canoeist without a canoe
choking on dusk
and jukebox sentimentality
sawdust on the floor
coyote seemingly disappearing
in its own shadow
M. Kettner





Untitled Wednesday Poem
Can snake misbehave
in Jungle? Can cougar
error by mountain cedar?
My sad old knees ache in bed
in dream before dawn, but
know their job is to bring
my body to its resting place,
like full bloomed rose
in August, like cherry tree
its trunk absorbing moon's heat.
Pat Andrus



And, the traditional last word goes to the master:



what delicateness!
a snake too sheds
his worldly robe
Issa
translated by David Lanoue




best,
Don

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Basho Haiku Challenge Winner


Cover art by Wayne Hogan

It is with great pleasure that I announce that Roberta Beary is the winner of the 1st annual Basho Haiku Challenge for her poem:



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on the church steps
a mourning dove
with mother's eyes


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I'd like to thank Roberta and everyone for their enthusiastic participation in the challenge. The level and quality of work in the nearly 200 poems I received was so outstanding that I will be publishing a chapbook of the best 24 poems received sometime after the 1st of the year. 19 poets will be featured. As mentioned in my last post on the challenge, all poets included will receive two copies of the chapbook plus a six issue subscription to Lilliput Review (or a six issue extension of their current subscription). Roberta will receive Basho: The Complete Haiku, translated and edited by Jane Reichhold, contributor copies of the anthology, and a 15 issue subscription to Lillie. I will be informing the other 18 poets included sometime over the next week via email.

In addition, did you notice I said 1st annual?

I've decided that this was so successful, that the 2nd Basho Haiku Challenge will be taking place the same time, next year.

Finally for the poets who participated but did not have their work included, I will be thanking them with free copies of the two current issues of Lillie (or a two issue extension etc.).

My most sincere thanks to one and all for making what could have been a formidable task a real pleasure.


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There was an interesting article in the New York Times this week on how an Amercian poet has never won the Nobel Prize. It's worth a look-see.

Curtis Dunlap, over at Blogging Along Tobacco Road, has sent along a notice that the Australian Haiku Society has created a webpage for tributes to William J. Higginson. If you have been moved by his work and legacy, you may want to contribute. The deadline is October 27th.

Last night, I gave a talk at the local library school on things librarianish (ok, collection development, if you're curious). I decided things needed to be put in the proper perspective and so opened up with a poem by Gerald Stern:


Stepping Out of Poetry

What would you give for one of the old yellow streetcars
rocking toward you again through the thick snow?

What would give for the feeling of joy as you climbed

up the three iron steps and took your place by the cold window?

Oh, what would you give to pick up your stack of books

and walk down the icy path in front of the library?

What would you give for your dream

to be as clear and simple as it was then

in the dark afternoons, at the old scarred tables?



It just so happens that Stern grew up in Pittsburgh and chances are that he is speaking of the Main Library where I work and many of the students come. Though the fact resonates it isn't necessary to remain relevant. I suggested to them this wasn't so much of a geographic shout-out to the Burg, nor a poem about nostalgia per se, but a poem about what happens to dreams. And that I wanted them to not think about their dreams but those of the people who have come and continue to come to the library through all these many years.

I can report, despite many a renovation and reinvention (& for the sake of a little resonance), that those old scarred tables remain, as do those occasionally recaptured dreams.

On the way out in the elevator, a student from the class asked me if I was the publisher of Lilliput Review. When I said yes, she told me a delightful story of the poet Peggy Garrison coming to the bookstore where she worked in Manhattan and telling her proudly of her publication in the mag.

As we rode down in that tiny moving room, the small world of the small press expanded very briefly for a moment.

Featured this week from the Lillie archive is issue #72, from August 1995. Enjoy.


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Multiple Choice: Erotica
As condom
is to skin

so poetry
is to:

a) the act
b) the art
c) the ought
Ken Waldman


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A Study

One thousand views of Backbone Mountain.
One hundred black-hair brushes.
Seven stylistic changes.
One or two regrets.
Two hundred details.
Ten thousand things forgotten.
Leslie Carroll


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Tableau

In a Renaissance painting
whose title I've forgotten
completely as a stronger man
would have forgotten you,
Lucifer holds a seat
in the heavenly councils back benches,

the way you might think of me
when I call,
untangling the telephone cord
from my horns.
J. D. Smith



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Apple Blossom

My first bar in Dixie--
all the usual beers but
Brueghel would've loved it
painting freightyard
royalty displaced
by urban renewal, bean soup,
like ambrosia, 50¢ a bowl
Walt Franklin



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academics:

every word they write
another earring melted down
into the golden calf
of American poetry.
scarecrow




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¶ i will not drown
--rather i will raise the level of the ocean
scarecrow



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best till next time,
Don

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Everyday I Write the Book: Issa's Sunday Service, #86







Welcome Elvis Costello, that most literate rockers of the punk movement, to his first appearance on the Sunday Service with "Everyday I Write the Book," a song I initially hated but, via an insistent hook and a couple of intervening decades, have grown to love.  Certainly, it's place on the Litrock list is well-deserved.

Here's EC and his mates, showing how to write and perform pop music with a lit flavor, complete with cheesy BBC-4 captions:










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This week Norb Blei, over at Bashō's Road, spotlighted the 2nd Annual Bashō Haiku Challenge Chapbook, printing 5 haiku from the collection, plus one found haiku by the mercurial Monsieur K.

As most of you know, I spend more time giving away free poetry than shilling what I have for sale, but if you are interested in this chapbook, which contains 53 haiku, by the likes of Ed Baker, Roberta Beary, Ruth Holzer, Ed Markowski, Gary Hotham, John Stevenson, Patrick Sweeney and more, at the incredibly low price of $3.00 (postpaid), just click on the Paypal button at the top of the page and I'll wend it your way.  Alternately, a check via snail mail also works just fine.


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Check out Red Dragonfly, Melissa Allen's fine haiku blog - celebrating her 400th post, she invited her readers to provide the content in the form of their own haiku.   34 interesting pages of Sribd work, with one humble two liner by yours truly, and lots of other work very much worth reading.


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This week, two poems are featured from Lilliput Review #115.  They both dazzle in a way you won't need your reading glasses for.  Enjoy.



Myriad of Heavens, #43
   A word says what it can
   In the way that an inch
   Says it's on a path
   to the sun.
Tim Scannell






on the Conan Doyle shelf
my lost reading glasses
wiped clean
LeRoy Gorman






on the river back home too
no doubt...
moon gazing
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue







best,
Don


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Monday, October 25, 2010

2nd Annual Bashō Haiku Challenge Chapbook



Now that the contributor copies are in the mail, the 2nd Annual Bashō Haiku Challenge Chapbook is ready for purchase.   54 poems by 53 poets, it is 18 pages in length and standard digest, 5.5 x 8.5", up from the previous year's mini 4.25 x 5.5." It may be purchased for $3.00 postpaid ($4.00 overseas, ditto) via PayPal on the sidebar to the right or check or money order (or carefully sequestered cash).  Payment should be made out to "Don Wentworth." Address: Lilliput Review, Don Wentworth, Editor, 282 Main Street, Pittsburgh, PA 15201.

Poets included:

William Appel, Jacek Margolak, Eduard Tara, Peter Newton, Terry Ann Carter, Dubravko Korbus, Andrea Grillo, Floyd Cheung (pg. 10), Paul Truesdell, Barbara A. Taylor, Ed Baker, Tom Drescher, Roberta Beary, Lisa Espenmiller, J. Zimmerman, Marija Pogorilic, Gary LeBel, Bart Solarczyk (2), Ann Schwader, Antonella Filippi, Bozena Zernac, Bob Carlton, William Cullen, Cherie Hunter Day, Darrell Lindsey, Deborah P. Kolodji, Ruth Holzer, D. V. Rozic, Ed Markowski, Gail Priest, Gerry Grubbs, Gary Schwartz, Gary Hotham, K. Ramesh, Karen Cesar, Keith A. Simmonds, Larry Barak, Marilyn Hazelton, Stjepan Rozic, Tanya Dikova, Thomas Martin, Tony Burfield, Victor P. Gendrano, Alan S. Bridges, Guy Simser, John Stevenson, Patrick Sweeney, Geoffrey A. Landis, John Frazier, Michael Stephenson, Scott Metz, and the Honorable Matsuo Bashō.

For a taste, the winning poem and 5 runners-up may be found here.


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a farting contest
under the moonflower trellis...
cool air
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue 







best,
Don

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Wednesday, March 4, 2009

1st Annual Bashô Haiku Challenge Chapbook



Yesterday, I mentioned that the Bashô Haiku Challenge chapbook is out and available for purchase. It is pictured above. It contains 25 poems by 19 poets in 13 comfortably laid out pages. I thought perhaps I'd gave you a taste with a couple of poems to see if I could pique your interest enough to shell out 3 of your hard earned dollars for a pocket full of poetry. That's right, just $3.00 postpaid.




in and out
of the lovers' quarrel
fireflies

-------Roberta Beary





wordless sparrows mend our speech

-------ed markowski





Already sad
crows divide
my sorrow

-------Bart Solarczyk






Yesterday was also the anniversary of the birth of James Merrill, a formal poet I have always had a weak spot for. Merrill's The Changing Light of Sandover, a book length poem composed with the help of his partner, David Jackson, utilizing a Ouija board as lyrical medium, will be the volume scholars puzzle over for decades to come. It is an epic and it is magnificent. Here is one of his uncharacteristically short poems:


Between Us

A . . . face? There
It lies on the pillow by
Your turned head's tangled graying hair:
Another–like a shrunken head, too small!
My eyes in dread
Shut. Open. It is there,

Waxen, inhuman. Small
The taut crease of the mouth shifts. It
Seems to smile,
Chin up in the wan light. Elsewhere
I have known what it was, this thing, known
The blind eye-slit

And knuckle-sharp cheekbone–
Ah. And again do.
Not a face. A hand, seen queerly. Mine.
Deliver me, I breathe
Watching it unclench with a soft moan
And reach for you.

-------James Merrill


Finally, yesterday (yesterday was such a busy day, it spilled over quite a bit) was the anniversary of the death of Richard Manuel, composer, piano player, and extraordinary vocalist, whose anguished singing truly evoked his own haunted soul. Though I'm not much for the static photo montage style of video presentation, this is something of an exception, particularly since the lyrics are captioned and the sheer beauty of the song takes your breath away. How truly great this song is, lost amidst the staggering oeuvre of an American band whose uniqueness was unprecedented and never replicated: The Band.

In joy.





best,
Don

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Albert Huffstickler's Soul Gallery



An early chapbook by Albert Huffstickler, entitled Soul Gallery, has appeared on Scribd, so I thought I would share it with you all since so many folks love Huff's work. Soul Gallery was originally published by Bard Press back in 1987. The first poem, "Unshed Tears," is pure Huff, reflective of many of the fine works which he would write in succeeding years.

Here is one of my favorite poems of Huff's which was published in Lilliput Review, #91 and has made an appearance or two in this blog over the years. It is seasonal and this is the season, so I once again cannot resist the beauty of its shared wisdom:


And you too shall
pass, the autumn
tells me, shaking
its leaves
in my face.
Albert Huffstickler


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In the recent Bashô Challenge update, I mentioned that Jim Kacian of red moon press was going to generously donate 5 poetry volumes to serve as additional prizes for the five runner-up poems in the Challenge. The volumes have arrived and here they are:


Ksana by john martone
john is one of the, if not the, preeminent master of haiku in America today. This volume collects scads of the small self-produced booklets of work that recipients cherish. Simply, a masterpiece.


white lies: The Red Moon Anthology of English Language Haiku, 2008, edited by Jim Kacian and the Red Moon Editorial Staff.
Divided into 3 major sections - haiku/senryu, linked forms, and essays - this annual volume features some the finest purveyors of haiku writing in English today. Included are Fay Aoyagi, Roberta Beary (last year's Bashô Challenge winner), Tom Clausen, LeRoy Gorman, Ruth Holzer, paul m., ed markowski, Tom Painting, John Stevenson, George Swede, James Tipton, Cor van den Heuvel, and many more. Not to be missed.


A New Resonance, 6: Emerging Voices in English-Language Haiku, edited by Jim Kacian and Dee Evetts
These future voices are, of course, actually the voices of now. Regular readers of Lilliput will recognize many of these names, including Andrea Grillo, Jeff Stillman, and Richard Straw.



A Future Waterfall: 100 Haiku from the Japanese by Ban'ya Natsuishi
The second revised edition by the award winning poet. Included are 5 essays plus one interview. This is unique work by a innovative purveyor of haiku: "Sucking in the blue sky / a cicada hole / disappears"



A String Untouched: Dag Hammarskjöld's Life in Haiku and Photographs by Kai Falkman
This is selection of 50 haiku with photographs by Dag Hammarskjöld, translated with exegesis and biographical details by Kai Falkman. Hammarskjöld was one of the preeminent diplomats of the 20th century and the only person to be awarded the Nobel Peace Prize after his death, whose book "Markings" was a worldwide bestseller. A fascinating and unique approach to the life and work.



These 5 books will be given away in addition to the 1st prize volume, Bashō and His Interpreters: Selected Hokku with Commentary, edited by Makoto Ueda. For additional information, please see the 2nd Annual Bashô Haiku Challenge.


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This week's featured issue from the Lilliput Review archive is #157, from August 2007. Here are the 4 poems from the opening 2 pages. Enjoy.





gentle,
the wish of not to wish
Sean Perkins






half
a snail-
shell

full
of earth
John Martone







July 23, Sunday

the butterfly
a Tiger Swallowtail
pale yellow
with black stripes
scorched down her wings
nestles in between
the petals of all
the six-stalked
scarlet day-
lilies blossoming
in the garden
Robert Schuler







just squeeze into
----hollow sycamore
--------& close my eyes
John Martone






And, of course, last word to the master:




garden butterfly--
the child crawls, it flies
crawls, it flies...
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue





best,
Don

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka,
2008 Anthology




I just received notification via Curtis Dunlap at Blogging Along Tobacco Road of the release of the new Modern Tanka Press publication Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, 2008 Anthology. I contacted the folks at Modern English Tanka Press and they sent me their press release, which I'm running below (followed by the usual weekly Lilliput archive post). These folks help set the standard for English language tanka so if you are interested great poetry in the short form in general and/or tanka as a form in particular you should get a hold of this volume.


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TANKA NEWS & HAIKU HEADLINES published a new entry entitled "Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, 2008 Anthology, Published by Modern English Tanka Press" on 4/9/2009 3:07:30 PM, written by DMG.



Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, 2008 Anthology, Published by Modern English Tanka Press


DATE: April 7, 2009 PRESS RELEASE

For Immediate Release


Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, 2008 Anthology, Published by Modern English Tanka Press


Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka is edited by M. Kei, Sanford Goldstein, Pamela A. Babusci, Patricia Prime, Bob Lucky, Kala Ramesh. This editorial team set out to read the entire field of tanka publication for a single year, regardless of source, without any dogma regarding definition, form or content. Over the course of fourteen months, they read over fourteen thousand poems. The results are gathered in one of the best new poetry anthologies.


Baltimore, Maryland – April 7, 2009 – Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka, edited by M. Kei, Sanford Goldstein, Pamela A. Babusci, Patricia Prime, Bob Lucky, Kala Ramesh, has been published in trade paperback by Modern English Tanka Press. Original cover art by Pamela A. Babusci.


Tanka, the ancient Japanese poetic form, has been am important source for modernists for more than a hundred years, but never relegated itself to the position of dusty relic. It is alive and vital and producing some of the most eloquent and insightful poetry published in English today. Anthologies, contests, journals, and web sites publish thousands upon thousands of tanka poems every year—but which ones are the most rewarding for the readers?


The editorial team of Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka set out to read the entire field of tanka publication for a single year, regardless of source, without any dogma regarding definition, form or content. Over the course of fourteen months, they read over fourteen thousand poems. The results are gathered in one of the best new poetry anthologies. Famous names and unknown poets from around the world appear side by side in 321 single poems and several tanka sequences and tanka prose pieces. A List of Venues consulted and complete publishing credits are included, along with an introduction that covers the history of tanka and the project itself.


The poets included are: Hortensia Anderson, Susan Antolin, Aurora Antonovic, An’ya, Harue Aoki, Megan Arkenberg, Pamela A. Babusci, Dave Bacharach, Marty Baird, Jon Baldwin, Collin Barber, John Barlow, Frederick Bassett, Roberta Beary, Janick Belleau, Cathy Drinkwater Better, Randy Brooks, Marjorie Buettner, Owen Bullock, David Caruso, James Chessing, Bell Gale Chevigny, Margaret Chula, Tom Clausen, ªerban Codrin, Norman Darlington, Janet Lynn Davis, Cherie Hunter Day, Andrew Detheridge, Melissa Dixon, Jim Doss, Curtis Dunlap, Jeanne Emrich, Margarita Engle, Michael Evans, Amelia Fielden, Trish Fong, Sylvia Forges-Ryan, Stanford M. Forrester, Bernard Gadd, Linda Galloway, Denis M. Garrison, Beverley George, Sanford Goldstein, Tom Gomes, M. L. Grace, Andrea Grillo, David Gross, William Hart, M. L. Harvey, C. W. Hawes, Peggy Heinrich, Lorne Henry, William J. Higginson, Ruth Holzer, Elizabeth Howard, Roger Jones, Jim Kacian, Kirsty Karkow, M. Kei, Susan Lee Kerr, Michael Ketchek, Larry Kimmel, Mariko Kitakubo, Kathy Kituai, Deborah P. Kolodji, Robert Kusch, Lynne Leach, Gary LeBel, Angela Leuck, Darrel Lindsey, Bob Lucky, Jeanne Lupton, Carole MacRury, Laura Maffei, Mary Mageau, A. A. Marcoff, Thelma Mariano, Francis Masat, Karen McClintock, Michael McClintock, Tyrone McDonald, Jo McInerney, Dorothy McLaughlin, Paul Mercken, Annette Mineo, Vasile Moldovan, Mike Montreuil, Jim Moore, June Moreau, Joan Murphy, H. Gene Murtha, Peter Newton, Linda Papanicolaou, Patrick M. Pilarski, Jack Prewitt, Patricia Prime, Carol Purington, John Quinnett, Claudia Coutu Radmore, David Rice, Andrew Riutta, Barbara Robidoux, James Rohrer, Alexis Rotella, Miriam Sagan, Fujiko Sato, Grant D. Savage, Philip Schofield, Billy Simms, Guy Simser, Paul Smith, John Soules, Art Stein, John Stevenson, Richard Stevenson, Maria Steyn, John Stone, André Surridge, George Swede, Noriko Tanaka, Frans Terryn, Carolyn Thomas, Marc Thompson, Tony A. Thompson, Michael Thorley, Julie Thorndyke, Kozue Uzawa, Geert Verbeke, Ella Wagemakers, Linda Jeannette Ward, Michael Dylan Welch, Liam Wilkinson, Robert D. Wilson, Jeffrey Woodward, An Xiao, Peter Yovu, and Aya Yuhki.


"Take Five is like Dave Brubeck’s famous long jazz piece of the same name: both simple and complex, with varied rhythms that can make fingers snap and hips sway. Beguiling for the beginner and expert alike." — George Swede


"It seems that with every turn—whether it be picking up the latest tanka journal, navigating your way to tanka sites across the web or checking out a new entry from one of the ever-growing number of tanka bloggers—that these small but perfectly formed poems continue to offer us some of the most breathtaking moments in contemporary poetry. It’s nothing short of spellbinding to behold a new tanka, its five-lines engraved in the granite of an ancient form of literature but with all the freshness of a green leaf showing. Today, writers are leaving their tanka ajar—in these brief moments of poetry, anything is possible and everything is welcome—and, as a result, tanka is able to thrive across the globe. As writers of tanka embrace the modern world, the modern world embraces tanka.

Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka succeeds in providing a comprehensive illustration of the state of modern tanka. Here we have a veritable feast of the finest individual tanka, tanka sequences and tanka prose published over the last year, handpicked from every nook and cranny by an editorial board that consists of some of the most highly respected figures in the field. Take Five is, at once, a satisfying digest of quality tanka and an indispensable tanka handbook for new and experienced writers of the form. With an extensive and absorbing introduction from the chief editor of the anthology, M. Kei, the book is not only a literary treat but an essential addition to the poetry shelf of reader and writer alike." —Liam Wilkinson, Editor, 3 Lights Gallery


"Powerful short stories written in five lines—that’s what Take Five is all about. This anthology is not just your tanka wallpaper variety; nearly every piece is a jumpstart for the heart that tells the truth about that four-letter word called ‘Life.’ M. Kei and his team of editors are to be commended—when I was done readingTake Five, for a moment, I didn’t know if I was a woman, a monk or a pelican." —Alexis Rotella, Ed., Prune Juice: Journal of Senryu and Kyoka


About Editors:


M. Kei crews aboard a skipjack, a traditional wooden sailboat used to dredge for oysters in the Chesapeake Bay, the last vessel in North America to fish commercially under sail. Sadly, it is not a profitable way to make a living anymore. The vessel serves as a museum on the water and is listed on the National Register of Historic Places. Kei has published over 1100 tanka and 300 other short poems during the last few years. His first book was the anthology Fire Pearls: Short Masterpieces of the Human Heart (2006), which he edited. An instant classic, it was followed by Heron Sea, Short Poems of the Chesapeake (2007) andSlow Motion: The Log of a Chesapeake Bay Skipjack (2008), the log he kept in poetic form while making extended cruises aboard a skipjack. He is editor-in-chief of Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka.


Sanford Goldstein writes: "As for my own work, I have been a tanka poet for about fifty years. I am called a co-translator of six collections of famous Japanese tanka poets. Even with years of study of Japanese, I could do nothing alone. Two books took five years each, though it was still enjoyable to do the translations. I know what it means to be rejected quite often these 65 years as a writer. So I join in sympathy with those whose tanka have not appeared in our edition."


Pamela A. Babusci is an award winning poet and artist. Some of her awards include: Museum of Haiku Literature Award, Tanka Splendor Awards, First Place Yellow Moon Tanka Competition, First Place Kokako Tanka Competition, Basho Festival Haiku Contest, and HM Suruga Baika Literary Festival. Pamela has illustrated several books, including: Full Moon Tide: The Best of Tanka Splendor Awards, Taboo Haiku, Take Five: Best Contemporary Tanka and the forthcoming haiku chapbook, Chasing The Sun. She was the logo artist for Haiku North America in NYC in 2003 and Haiku North America in Winston-Salem, NC in 2007. She says poetry & art have been an integral part of her existence since her early teenage years & will continue to be a driving force until she meets her creator.


Patricia Prime retired from teaching pre-school a couple of years ago, but is still involved in relief teaching and working with children at her local school with English as a second language. She is the co-editor of the NZ haiku magazine Kokako, reviews editor of Takahe and Stylus, and assistant editor of Haibun Today. Patricia’s tanka has been published in Modern English Tanka, Atlas Poetica, Eucalypt, Ribbons, moonset, Gusts, 3 Lights Gallery, Kokako, Time Haiku, Presence and Blithe Spirit. Her haiku have been published in several magazines and her haibun have been published in Contemporary Haibun Online andHaibun Today. She has been published, with three other poets, in the haibun collaboration Quartet and is currently working on a tanka prose collaboration with three other poets. Patricia also writes articles, mainstream poetry, annually judges a formal poetry contest, is one of the nominees for the tanka for Gusts, and is on the panel of judges for the Presence Seashell Game.

Bob Lucky holds degrees from Dartmouth College and the University of Washington. He is currently in the online MFA program through the University of Texas at El Paso. His work has appeared in various international journals. He has spent stretches of his adult life living and working throughout Asia. Currently, he lives with his wife and son in Hangzhou, China, where he teaches history and makes noise on an assortment of ukuleles.

Kala Ramesh is a musician and haiku poet. Her work, consisting of more than 200 haiku, tanka, senryu, haibun, renku and one-line haiku, have appeared in leading e-zines and anthologies. _kala heads the World Haiku Club in India. As director, she organised the World Haiku Club Meet in Pune in 2006. The four-day 9th World Haiku Festival she organized at Bangalore in February 2008 was sponsored jointly by Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Ji and Sri Ratan Tata Trust. Deputy Editor-in-Chief of The World Haiku Review, also she is an in-house editor of poetry in Katha, a leading publishing house in India. _kala is an exponent of both Carnatic and Hindustani Classical Music styles. She has performed professionally in major cities in India.

For media inquiries or to arrange an interview with the author, contact editor-in-chief M. Kei by e-mail at firepearls@verizon.net Publisher information at:www.modernenglishtankapress.com

This book is available from www.Lulu.com/modernenglishtanka and from the publisher. Complete information and mail/email order forms are available online atwww.modernenglishtankapress.com Price: $16.95 USD. ISBN 978-1-935398-08-0. Trade paperback. 240 pages, 6.00" x 9.00", perfect binding, 60# cream interior paper, black and white interior ink, 100# exterior paper, full-color exterior ink.

About Modern English Tanka Press:

Modern English Tanka Press (MET Press) is an independent publishing house in Baltimore, Maryland, dedicated to producing books and periodicals of lasting literary value, especially poetry. A family business, we treat our customers and partners in publishing like family. We use modern print-on-demand production and distribution methods. Our special mission is to promote the tanka form of poetry and to educate newcomers about this most ancient poetic form.

Contact:

Denis M. Garrison, owner
Modern English Tanka Press
443-802-1249
Email to
dmg@themetpress.com
www.themetpress.com www.modernenglishtankapress.com



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Finally today, a dip into the archive for some samples from Lilliput Review #39, from December 1992 (stop me when I get to a time before you were born):




1992
My feet aren't working.
The clock is dead.
There's a new world coming:
beauty's headlights
blind us
from a distance.
Bart Solarczyk





Just Friends
There wasn't enough rhythm
in their eyes when they met
to account for the lack of
slow-dance appeal.

They were destined to be friends
in the same way a sparrow
hugs a branch with its feet
Vogn





Circle
we move in time with the wind's hands
swaying the greendesire ashleaf branches
the way our two bodies sway moonnaked
with the breeze rhythm learned
from watching the wind seduce the ash
christien gholson






I Guess
I guess that, from what I
hear, lots of editors at those
starchy little literary magazines
there, they mostly like only
long puffery poems, one with broad
right- and left-margin-justified lines
filled with imminent predilections
and sigh-heavy forebodings. They
won't much like this one I guess.
Wayne Hogan






wake up! wake up!
sparrows, butterflies
are dancing
Issa
translated by David Lanoue


best,
Don