Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Wednesday Haiku, #14: Bob Carlton





Wednesday Haiku, Week #14


 



numberless stars--
I have trouble, too,
counting fireflies.
Bob Carlton









the first firefly
flies smack into people's
heads
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue














best,
Don



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14 comments:

Charles Gramlich said...

I remember when the fireflies were numberless. These days I'm excited to see a few in my back yard

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Really, Charles - I would have thought you'd still have tons down your way.

Ed Baker said...

the more people spray pesticides in their yards
the more things will die

pesticides are even poisoning the people who use them


that spray they use in your house in you kitchen to kill cocker-roaches is the cause of many many health problems...

just imagine what is going into our bodies via our commercially grown/poisoned food...

one day us humans will go the way of the fire-flies

not exactly an haiku moment, eh?


just watched a film called GOOD MEAT

about a Lakota Indian ... check it out!

TC said...

Don,

Sweet to recall, here on a very cold morning, that there exist such wondrous things as fireflies and summer nights.

My favourite firefly poem, at once an exquisite miniature and a "real" poem, big with implications concerning nature and history, bearing a delicate implicit and oblique but still perceptible relation to the symbolic loss of an island Eden in the wreckage of the English Civil Wars, is Marvell's The Mower to the Glo-Worms.

___

I

Ye Living Lamps, by whose dear light
The Nightingale does sit so late,
And studying all the Summer-night,
Her matchless Songs does meditate;

II

Ye Country Comets, that portend
No War, nor Prince’s funeral,
Shining unto no higher end
Than to presage the Grasses fall;

III

Ye Glo-worms, whose officious Flame
To wandring Mowers shows the way,
That in the Night have lost their aim,
And after foolish Fires do stray;

IV

Your courteous Lights in vain you wast,
Since Juliana here is come,
For She my Mind hath so displac’d
That I shall never find my home.

___

"Marvell was at home in small poems," writes Barbara Everett. "'The Mower to the Glo-worms' imparts a sense of a lost paradise -- irretrievably, if in the end lightly lost -- not qualitatively less deep than any comparable moment in Milton."

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Ed, thanks for the pointed reminder and yet

"one day us humans will go the way of the fire-flies

not exactly an haiku moment, eh?"

does feel a bit like a haiku moment or a moment of soldiers' dreams in summer grasses, a bit of Isaiah and Whitman rolled all into Basho and, perhaps,

if we poison ourselves first, Mother might recover to live on and on in peace after ...

at least for a little while.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Tom:

Thanks very much for passing along this lovely Marvell poem, which has such a modern feel both in execution and psychology. As soon as I finished, I had to return immediately to the nightingale of the first verse.

(Of course, plot driven Westerner that I am, I had been wondering if nightingales feed on fireflies.)

There is such a pervading feeling of loss, while managing still to perfectly capture the beauty.

On my lunch at work, I meant to do any number of things and they've been clear knocked out of my noggin thanks to this.

And thanks to you for that ... I really do appreciate it.

Don

Ed Baker said...

as you say:

"Mother might recover to live on & on ... . "

that IS the point/thrust of Stone Girl E-pic

as per both front and back cover art/image

and that last numbered page (p.515)

what WE need
right now
is more Ranting
towards waking people up

before all of the saturated fat and chem
icals go to what is left of their brains

full moon
searching
the stars
for intelligent
life
so little of it
here

aditya said...

An exquisite haiku!

followed up by such eloquent insights. The haiku must have been waiting for these follow up comments and vice versa.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Ah, Stone Girl, Stone moon, stone earth ... thanks, Ed, for grounding me in the real ...

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

aditya,

"the haiku must have been waiting for these follow up comments" - yes, the way that is not the way ...

Very glad you liked Bob's haiku.

best,
Don

TC said...

Hello Don, and good morning. Too bad dawn (where you are, if not yet where I am) has beaten me to the punch...but anyhow, this was intended to light up the Three Rivers of the Night for you.

Jim H. said...

Hot summer night. A 10-year-old with a Louisville Slugger, patrolling the backyard. He slugs the slow and unsuspecting fireflies (which we called lightning bugs) by the dozen. His bat glows.

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

And, Tom, indeed, it did, very much so!

Thanks. Don

Issa's Untidy Hut said...

Jim:

Nothing like a nice dose of American boy truth to bring it all home.

I believe I've repressed a mighty bit of things done via my young male psyche ... but, have no fear, I'll be in line in front of you when the karmic bell tolls ...

Don