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Lee, thanks for all these generous insights. I'm going to try a revision of my lone effort to see if I'm any closer to getting it.
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Greetings, Lee.
Below are the 9 haiku I posted in the open mike, plus one new one. Crickets near corn field: Is this grand recital for The ears of the corn? A praying mantis Squashed dead against the doorjamb — Preyed on by the door. One tiny cricket Stridulates in the bedroom. My dog sleeps; I don’t. A green grasshopper Clings to the bedroom lampshade; The window's open. Dog days of summer; Fruit flies fly around In the refrigerator. The dog is scratching; A wee flea on his hind leg Is getting seasick. Sleep … Walk dog … Eat … Walk dog … Sleep … Walk dog … Eat … Walk dog … Sleepwalk … Eat dog … Oops! What’s Fido feeling Riding in the fast auto, Autumn flying past? In a shop window, A dog sees his reflection— Both of them growling. Naked clothes hangers Lined up like xylophone bars; Sunbeams play their wood |
Maryann,
If I may make a comment on your piece - I like this one, as well as the original one. It evokes a certain feeling (and I mean that in a sensual way), but I find it static. Each line repeats a moment and the piece fails to progress in terms of space and time. The juxtaposition or the caesura of haiku implies a leap, either in time or space or both. But the static nature of your haiku may work for others. I s'pose my crit isn't so much a crit but an opinion. Incidentally, has anyone come across Pierre Reverdy's notion of the poetic image? Whilst he never wrote haiku himself, the presence of a juxtaposing cut in the form of haiku reminds me of his idea that: "[the poetic image] is not born from a comparison but from a juxtaposition of two more or less distant realities. "The more distant and true the relationship between the two realities, the stronger the image will be - the more emotional power and poetic reality it will have." I have this idea in mind whenever I'm writing haiku! It's almost as though Pierre were talking about haiku..... Stuart |
Another haiku lesson - do not get up at 5:45 am, see the full moon in the west, dash off a haiku, then think you can post it in a master class without revising it.
Today's turtle update - I saw the same turtle, in the same spot on the highway's center strip, now squashed. Poor turtle! |
Mary, I can never understand why turtles get hit. It just breaks my heart. It's not like they are darting out in front of the car. A slight swerve or tires on either side and the turtles fine. I think there are asses out there who purposely run them over. Okay done. Sorry Lee!
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Shalom Lee
we read, we try to learn and we'll see just how much by your (much appreciated) comments - and so, another beginner charges (in): Tulips, a fine spray Bloemenmarket's scented carpet guaranteed never-shrink Mist powders gracht* foliage faster than scant sun-breezes dust: water off cygnets’ backs “The Jewish Bride” hosts immaculate despite centuries dead flies at her hem [*canal] |
Haiku, in memory of the turtle.
bird's nest Lee, you have been marvelous. If you have time, could you say if these are nearer haiku than my first attempts? Cally |
Cally. I used to live in the city where road kill was the norm daily- cats, dogs, brats,
Now in a town of 27000 workers there is not a rat to be seen squished. Seems we aim to kill for the thrill of it when not busy. so I want to give your pet a new life ~~ henie Turtle tin In a spin Middle of a road |
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