Showing posts with label Frog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frog. Show all posts

Friday, October 4, 2013

Lorine Niedecker: from Blue Chicory - Small Press Friday



In his preface to Blue Chicory, a collection of the work of Lorine Niedecker, edited by Cid Corman, he noted:

The poems in the first part of this collection, heretofore unseen in book form, are those that seem largely to have been "abandoned"  by the poet as perhaps not up to her best work, since they were available for the Fulcrum edition of The Collected Poems. Nevertheless, they seem to me to warrant safer keeping here - even when they are variants on other pieces.

Here are four very brief poems from the first part of Blue Chicory - it is hard to deny Cid's assertion that they "warrant safer keeping."


                  Frog noise
                  suddenly stops
Listen!
They turned off
    their lights 

~~~~~

In the transcendence 
of convalescence
the translation
of Bashō



These two poems follow one upon the other in Blue Chicory and it would be a stretch to imagine that they are unrelated, either for the poet or the editor that has placed them thus. The first, though not a variant of Bashō's famed frog ku, does bring it to mind, centering as it does on sound, and being placed as it is before "In the transcendence," which does reference the earlier master poet.

This second poem at first recalls, for those familiar with the classic Japanese haiku masters, Shiki rather than Bashō, but upon close inspection such speculation is most probably beside the point. 

The moment captured here is simply as stated. All who have experienced prolonged convalescence or illness know what the transcendence is of which she speaks. To encounter a particular translation of Bashō during (or perhaps sparked by) such a volatile state might make for an astounding moment, indeed.

The radio talk this morning
was of obliterating
the world

I notice fruit flies rise 
from the rind
of the recommended 
melon  

Here is a poem truly in the spirit of haiku, even if worked out more to tanka length, and beyond. The connection which crackles in the rubbing together of two seemingly disparate elements is the essence of haiku.

And what you liked
or did -
no matter

once the moon
dipped down
and fish rose
from under 

This is an ominous tone that certainly relates to the first stanza of "The radio"." Just swap out the second stanzas in these two poems to see how tonally similar they truly are, and how very ominous, too.

Cid concludes his introduction with the following:

Her father planted trees for their community, where they stand still and more tall. She planted words where "carp-fed roots" sing every moment we light them that much taller yet. I leave you with her flowering shade.

Published by the Elizabeth Press back in 1976, this is not an easy volume to get a hold of economically (check the first link above for possible copies). More small press history than Small Press Friday, it would behoove a reader to keep an eye out for a copy to grace shelf and mind.
~~~~~ 




old pond--
please, you go first
frog jumping
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue




 
 
 
best,
Don
 
 
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Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Susan Diridoni & Tom Rogers: Wednesday Haiku, #131

Photo by EwanRD



chanting
the frogs syncopate
cicada rhythms

Susan Diridoni




Photo by Kabir Bakie

 



a distant gull cries
memories of ancient mountains
white clouds billowing

Tom Rogers




 Artwork by Hiroshige



first cicada
"Look at the floating world!
Look! Loo-ook!"
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue




best,
Don

 
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Friday, December 5, 2008

Chad Sweeney's 33 Translations Basho's Frog Plus 30 Classic Versions



What better way to face another Friday than with infinite variations of Basho's famed frog / splash poem? Chad Sweeney has delivered 33 highly interpretative versions of the same. How else does one explain pear trees and dragons and mathematical equations from one teeny little poem?

Take a look see at his 33 "translations."

If you need something more down-to-earth, here is the original poem, plus 30 more traditional translations from all the heavy hitters, provided by the Bureau of Public Secrets: Cid Corman, William J. Higginson, D. T. Suzuki, Lafcadio Hearn, Alan Watts, R. H. Blyth, Kenneth Rexroth, Harold Henderson, Donald Keene, Ginsberg, Stryk, Hass ... I could go on and on.

Ed Baker has supplied a few previously to this blog in the comments section of a previous post (just toggle down to see) and I have a feeling he may have a few more to share.

My favorite of Mr. Sweeney's?




thesis
antithesis
--------synthesis






And my favorite of the 30 "classic" translations? Well, I can't really decide, most of the variations are so very close. I like Sam Hamill's




At the ancient pond
a frog plunges into
the sound of water






And in the "slightly different" category there is Dick Bakken's




dark old pond
:
a frog plunks in






As a minimalist's minimalist publisher, how could I not love James Kirkup's 3 word extravaganza?





pond
---frog
------plop!






Finally, I would be remiss if I didn't mention the version of Ross Figgins, a poet I've had the pleasure to publish in the past in Lilliput. His version has a nice little twist (back one-and-a-half somersaults, tuck, Mr. Frog?):





old pond
a frog leaps in —
a moment after, silence











best,
Don