Che Elias, Kristofer Collins, Bob Pajich, M. Callen, Paco Mahone, Scott Silsbe, Karen Lillis, Zoe Goehring, Bill Hughes, Jonathan Loucks, Don Wentworth, and Laura Davis
I promised a follow-up to last week's post on The Acorn Book of Contemporary Haiku, edited by Lucien Stryk and Kevin Bailey. There was just too much great work to cover in one go round. The second half of this volume, which runs 170 plus pages with anywhere from 1 to 5 haiku per page, is if anything stronger than the first half. All types of contemporary haiku are considered, though there is a definite leaning toward brevity. Being a British publication, there is a decided slant to the Brits, plus lots of folks from the continent, from Asia and poems in translation. Here's a second selection:
between the question
--------and the reply -
sunlight on a few leaves moving
Geoffrey Daniel
whisper of wind
--leaves brushing leaves
--as they fall
Jean Jorgensen
imprinted
in each new Aspen leaf
--the tree
Jean Jorgensen
The hour has not come
for high tide to wash away
a dead cat's maggots
Tamaki Makoto
The blackbird as usual
when I was about to
buttonhole God
Leo Lavery
3 by Daniel Richard
In the plain vase
the forgotten sunflowers
turn to light
The high mountains.
Sometimes, the echoless
sound of the cow bells...
Gazing at the moon
one realizes that she
has come quite a way...
Paros HaikuBucket down a well -
--------hear the morning
---------------splinter into water!
Alexis Lykiard
3 four line haiku by Peter Dent
A hand from the water.
Circles out.
To find another stills
and clarifies the world.
Old vessel
of blue we hold to
to the end where all
we've emptied fills.
A moon to read by.
Gulls trail in
a line of broken shadows.
Every tide a text.
generations buried
from tombstone to tombstone
the dragonfly
Kenneth Tanemura
summer vacation
a single butterfly fluttering
in the piano lesson room
Ikuyo Yoshimura
the first day of autumn
a single feather rolling
on the Tatami floor
Ikuyo Yoshimura
from The Haiku Dictionary by Philip McCall
Jealousy
--------guarding one's own love
as if it were something that
could be found again
Nostalgia
--------Sunlight reflected
from the windows of a house
where we used to live
see how the coastline
exactly fits the ocean
all the way along
David Steele
A cracked soap
preserves the last
dirt from your hands
Nick Pearson
Cherry blossoms falling -
a carp follows just below
a duck's wake
Tsunehiko Hoshino
With their voices
cicadas create the shape
of a big tree
Tsunehiko Hoshino
There is much here to admire and to admire deeply. Jean Jorgensen gives us the micro in one poem, the macro in the next - read together it makes one dizzy. Tamaki Makoto, as so many poets here, points to nature for answers. Leo Lavery, I know that blackbird, he is presently on a wire outside my garret, attempting to distract me, with some success, from you. Bells that don't echo, flowers that know better than you, and that old devil moon all show off Daniel Richard's deft touch. Alexis Lykiard is dipping into an abbreviated version of old Bashô's pond.
There is something so mysterious about Peter Dent's 4-line haiku I feel that I've gone to church.
Kenneth Tanemura shows explicitly why the traditional haiku, like blues music, will never die. The limited forms are the most infinite! I'm right back in church, perhaps temple this time, with Ikuyo Yoshimura's ku rippling like wind on water. Philip McCall has a splendid notion with his
Haiku Dictionary. Nick Pearson's powerful 3 lines catch in the back of the throat.
Tsunehiko Hoshimo's 2 poems have a purity of image that resound through all time and space, simply the beauty of life itself. Finally, I've said nothing of Geoffrey Daniel's poem because it resides in the exact space where all good poetry, haiku included, comes from and to whence it returns.
Lucien Stryk and Kevin Bailey are to be commended for one of the premier anthology's of contemporary haiku to be published. Someone must simply get this work back into print. Since it has, in fact, never been printed in the US to my knowledge, someone out there needs to pick it up and run. It is too good to languish in obscurity.
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One of the reasons I'm behind in just about
everything is the prep I've been doing for
a Six Gallery Press reading this Saturday night at the Modern Formations Gallery. It will be a mix of
Lilliput and my own work just as
the reading back in August was (here are
the Lilliput poems from that reading). I'll be doing all new poems, with the exception of one of my own. Six Gallery plans to publish a collection of my work some time in the not to distant future, as well as a 20th anniversary retrospective
Lilliput collection. I'll keep you posted.
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Bashô Haiku contest folks have showed great patience awaiting word. It's all on simmer and I will returning my full attention to it again next week, so thanks for that patience. I'm on schedule to make announcements in the first week of December, with the anthology chapbook slated to be published sometime around mid year 2010.
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This week's featured back issue of
Lilliput Review is #151, from July 2006. Here's a couple of little beauties to put that spring back in your step (or knock the wind out of your sails, depending on what you need). Enjoy.
blending morning tea
hearing water from the fountain
ferns narrow the sound
Guy Beining
Painless PoemsRemember this poem? its simple
rooms? its window full of trees? the white
gable which you loved about this poem,
how its lone triangel seemed to encompass
all humanity? and the spiky yellow sun
exploding somewhere outside the poem?
Of course you do. In fact you're reciting it
right now, standing on one foot in a room
of a different poem.
Paul Hostovsky
When we build bridges
we forget where rivers flow from
and to.
Michael Meinhoff
now blurry, now clear
through the wiper blades
the journey home
Robbie Gamble
And another fine translation of Issa by David G. Lanoue:
big bridge--
the hunter is followed
by a goose
Issa
translated by David G. Lanoue
best,
Don
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