Monday, May 12, 2014

Butterfly Dream: Apple Blossoms Haiku by Larry Kimmel

English Original

tired from a day
in the field, I close my eyes
apple blossoms

Still: two,  1998

Larry Kimmel


Chinese Translation (Traditional)
   
在田地工作一天
覺得疲憊,我閉上眼睛
蘋果花開

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

在田地工作一天
觉得疲惫,我闭上眼睛
苹果花开


Bio Sketch

Larry Kimmel is a US poet. He holds degrees from Oberlin Conservatory and Pittsburgh University, and has worked at everything from steel mills to libraries. Recent books are this hunger, tissue-thin, and shards and dust. He lives with his wife in the hills of Western Massachusetts.

Sunday, May 11, 2014

One Man's Maple Moon: Mother's Day Tanka by Rita Odeh

English Original

Mother's Day --
although I know she's gone,
I knock
and wait for the distant
mountain to grow green

VerseWrights, April 13,  2014

Rita Odeh


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

母親節 --
雖然我知道她走了,
我敲門
並等待遠處的山
轉變成綠色

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

母亲节 --
虽然我知道她走了,
我敲门
并等待远处的山
转变成绿色


Bio Sketch

Rita Odeh is from Nazareth, Israel. She comes from a christian Palestinian family. She has B.A. in English and Comparative Literature from Haifa University. She has published 6 books of poetry, one book of short stories, three electronic novels, and one e-book of haiku. Her poetry has been published in several international publications, and she started writing tanka in March, 2014. Rita is Co-Editor of International Haiku. Her haiku and haiga artwork are featured in her "Catching The Moment" blog.

Saturday, May 10, 2014

A Room of My Own: The Same Moon between Mother and Me

these hands
once reached for mother's breast ...
holding a gun

Pacific shore...
waves swishing through the sand
and mom's lullaby

mother squeezing
the side of my belly
first hometown visit

One Man's Maple Moon: Gentle Breast Tanka by Djurdja Vukelic Rozic

English Original

she fed me
from her gentle breast ...
this morning
she murmurs to herself ,
I don't want to go to school

Djurdja Vukelic Rozic


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

她溫柔的乳房
過去哺育我 ...
今天早晨
她低聲對自己說,
我不想去上學

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

她温柔的乳房
过去哺育我 ...
今天早晨
她低声对自己说,
我不想去上学


Bio Sketch

Djurdja Vukelic Rozic  was born on April 6, 1956, and now lives in Ivanić Grad, Croatia.  Editor in chief of bilingual haiku magazine IRIS, and deputy editor for haiku at Diogen pro cultura magazine, Sarajevo, Bosnia and Herzegovina. She publishes humorous sketches, short stories, and poetry. For her work she received a number of awards and commendations in Croatia and abroad.

Friday, May 9, 2014

Dark Wings of the Night: Harold Gould Henderson's View of Haiku as Ink Sketches

Because the haiku is shorter than other forms of poetry it naturally has to depend for its effect on the power of suggestion, even more than they do. As haiku are studied further, it will be seen that they usually gain their effect not only by suggesting a mood, but also by giving a clear-cut picture which serves as a starting point for trains of thought and emotion. But, again owing to their shortness, haiku can seldom give the picture in detail. Only the outlines or important parts are drawn, and the rest the reader must fill in for himself. Haiku indeed have a very close resemblance to the "ink sketches" so dear to the hearts of the Japanese.

-- Harold Gould Henderson, Introduction to Haiku: An Anthology of Poems and Poets from Basho to Shiki, p.3


Below is Henderson's haiku, which is quoted from his December 21, 1970 letter to James W. Hackett:

House fronts in stiff rows ---
and all the trees bend from them
toward each other.

Thursday, May 8, 2014

Butterfly Dream: Pressed Butterfly Haiku by David McMurray

English Original

Turning to the page
where mother had left behind
pressed butterfly

David McMurray


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

翻到母親上次
所閱讀的那一頁
壓扁的蝴蝶

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

翻到母亲上次
所阅读的那一页
压扁的蝴蝶


Bio Sketch

David McMurray, professor of haiku in the graduate school at The International University of Kagoshima in Japan, editor of the Asahi Haikuist Network since 1995, and winner of The R.H. Blyth Award 2013.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

One Man's Maple Moon: Mother Tanka by Neal Whitman

English Original

waiting on the dock
a woman holds a placard
with my name on it
I am put in her arms,
my mother, singing to me

Distinctive Scribblings Award, Eucalypt, 15, 2013

Neal Whitman


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

在碼頭等候
一個女人拿著告示牌
上面有我的名字
她的雙臂擁抱我,
我的母親,對我歌唱

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

在码头等候
一个女人拿著告示牌
上面有我的名字
她的双臂拥抱我,
我的母亲,对我歌唱


Bio Sketch

Neal Whitman began to write general poetry in 2005, haiku in 2008, and tanka in 2011. He writes to be read and believes that the reader is never wrong. With his wife, Elaine, he combines his poetry with her Native American flute and photography in free public recitals with the aim of their hearts speaking to other hearts.

Butterfly Dream: Pine Shade Haiku by Robert Epstein

English Original

in pine shade
for a while I forget
this life will end

Moonset, 7, 2010

Robert Epstein


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

在松蔭中
一時我忘了
此生將會結束

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

在松荫中
一时我忘了
此生将会结束


Bio Sketch

Robert Epstein, a psychologist and haiku poet/anthologist, lives and works in the San Francisco Bay Area. He has edited four anthologies:  The Breath of Surrender; Dreams Wander On; The Temple Bell Stops; and Now This.  He has written two books of haiku:  A Walk Around Spring Lake; and Checkout Time is Noon, as well as a chapbook titled, What My Niece Said in His Head:  Haiku and Senryu.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014

A Room of My Own: Imagine for John Lennon

A long line of Calliopes clad in lily-white, waiting in the hallway. Each is enveloped in the darkness of her own, screaming. Drops of sweat stream down my forehead, falling past my eyes onto the floor. I yell, "Push, baby, push ...." The last words holding on to the inside of my muse's womb for hours.

I'm a dreamer ...
a twinge
in my heart

Monday, May 5, 2014

To the Lighthouse: Denis M. Garrison's Dreaming Room and Roland Barthes's Writerly Text

(updated on May 6: Part III: The Pleasure of the Text and one tanka added)

Part I: Denis M. Garrison's Dreaming Room

mounted butterfly
hanging under hardened glass
floating over cork
just enough room for your dreams
meadow breeze . . . a sapphire flash

Denis M. Garrison


... How does one write tanka, once one recognizes the essence of tanka? Amongst many correct answers to this question, the one I wish to clarify in this case is: “Leave the reader dreaming room.”

By “dreaming room,” I mean some empty space inside the poem which the reader can fill with his personal experience, from his unique social context. To the degree that any poet makes a poem so specific that the poet’s intent is forced upon the reader (i.e., the reader is led to the poet’s preconceived notions and conclusions), the reader is limited by the degree of congruence between his and the poet’s life experiences and values. Such a poem means one thing and only that. Readers feel compelled to “get the poem,” to correctly “understand” it. Given the current (and longstanding) fad of obscurantism in English poetry, “getting the poem” is a heavy burden, indeed, for the reader and hardly a pleasant one.

Everyone “gets” a good poem. Obscurantism is cover for incompetence, pomposity, a paucity of insight, and a host of other poetic shortcomings. Obscurantism is a classic technique for the creation of an elite on the basis of a faux meritocracy.

Tanka are notable for their accessibility. Why? Because most good tanka have “dreaming room.” They have been composed with the technique of understatement, of suggestiveness, of open-endedness. Words and details which limit the universality of the tanka have been omitted with careful attention to what is not said. What remains is a poem that is a framework upon which readers from widely different contexts can hang their own experiences and values and discover meaning, experience epiphany. What tanka poet and translator, Amelia Fielden, has called “a certain haziness” in tanka translates into clarity for individual readers. Hence, ambiguity is a positive value for tanka.

Tanka has a special dynamic, a cognitive tension, which is called a turn, that multiplies meaning. Part of the attraction and value of tanka is its special quality of dealing with the ineffable. It is this quality of tanka which puts tanka in the category of high art. This is the quality that was being sought in the pursuit of the “objective correlative” in imagism. Tanka specializes in existential paradox, that is, it does what cannot be done; it says what cannot be said. The secret at the heart of it is knowing what to leave out (like the beginning and end of the story), so that the reader can complete the poem so that it speaks eloquently and directly to him.

There is another lens through which to look at this same technique: the concept of multivalency. “Valence” is used in biology to refer to the forces of reaction and interaction and is used in chemistry to refer to the properties of atoms by which they have the power of combination. This informs the use of the adjective, “ambivalent,” which refers to confusion and uncertainty. So, we use the term “multivalency” to refer to the property of words to react to one another, interact with one another, to be fungible and suggestive. A multivalent tanka is one with dreaming room. It is a poem which may be read in many different ways, all of them correct. It is this freedom for the reader that we refer to as making the reader a co-creator of the poem. The reader’s experiential context determines the true meaning of the poem, for that reader.

If, in your indulgence, you have read this far, please indulge me further and return to the poem at the head of this article. Let us do an exercise. Read the poem as a drug addict. Now, read it as a political prisoner. Now, as an abused wife. Now, as a soldier. Now as a concerned ecologist. Etc., etc. ad infinitum.

I certainly am not suggesting that a tanka, to be tanka, must be capable of a full range of alternate readings. I am suggesting that a tanka gains potency through multivalency; that ambiguity is a positive value; that readers need room to dream their own dreams.

-- excerpted from Denis M. Garrison’s "Dreaming Room," which was first published in Modern English Tanka, 1:3, Spring 2007 (Thank Dennis M. Garrison for his kind permission).


Part II: Roland Barthes's Writerly Text

The poetic ideal, “dreaming room,”  explored in Garrison’s article is close to that of what Roland Barthes did in his 1971 book, titled S/Z, a structuralist analysis of Honoré de Balzac’s short story, "Sarrasine" --  writerly text:

The writerly text is a perpetual present, upon which no consequent language (which would inevitably make it past) can be superimposed; the writerly text is ourselves writing, before the infinite play of the world (the world as function) is traversed, intersected, stopped, plasticized by some singular system (Ideology, Genus, Criticism) which reduces the plurality of entrances, the opening of networks, the infinity of languages (S/Z, p.5)

Based on the definition above, a writerly text is not fully complete, and it actively encourages the reader to take part in the creation of meaning(s) of the text, which means the reader is given "dreaming room" to fill in the gaps between the lines of the text, becoming  an active participant, co-author. In contrast to a writerly text, a readerly text does not locate the reader as a site of the production of meaning(s) (i.e., the reader as a co-producer), but only as the receiver of a fixed, predetermined reading as described in Garrison’s article:

To the degree that any poet makes a poem so specific that the poet’s intent is forced upon the reader (i.e., the reader is led to the poet’s preconceived notions and conclusions), the reader is limited by the degree of congruence between his and the poet’s life experiences and values. Such a poem means one thing and only that. Readers feel compelled to “get the poem,” to correctly “understand” it.

In accord with his proclamation made in a 1967 essay, titled “The Death of the Author,” Barthes insists, "the goal of literary work (of literature as work) is to make the reader no longer a consumer, but a producer of the text" (S/Z, p.4).


I conclude this post with the following tanka sequence written for Roland Barthes (12 November 1915 – 25 March 1980), which was first published in Lynx, 26:2, June 2011.

The Death of the Author

after opening
the envelop stuffed with my poems
I take out my heart
wash it clean
and start writing again

surrounded
by a swarm of buzzing words
I squash them
in the rhythm of
short, long, short, long, long

I keep
stacking blocks of stanza
suddenly
the poem collapses in silence
I am buried alive

under the gaze
of Calliope's love
my next poem
is about to take flight
but Heaven's window is shut

I skip
a stone of words
across the lake
of another time
another place


Note: For readers who like to know about Barthes's view of haiku explored in his 1970 book, titled Empire of Signs, see my Haijinx essay, "Breach of Meaning?: Roland Barthes’s View of Haiku"


Updated, May 6

Part III: The Pleasure of the Text

In his 1973 book, titled The Pleasure of the Text, Roland Barthes divides the effects of texts into two: "pleasure" (plaisir) and "bliss" (jouissance, which carries the meaning of "orgasm"). This distinction corresponds to a further distinction Barthes makes between "readerly text" (texte lisible) and "writerly text" (texte scriptable).

The “pleasure” of a readerly text is to devour a well-crafted piece of work, to experience the emotions the reader is supposed to feel, and to get the secrets/meanings the reader is supposed to find. The text doesn’t challenge the reader’s position as a subject. The reader takes in the text passively, acting like a consumer who enjoys what has been produced for him/her.

On the contrary, the “bliss” of a writerly text  is to allow the reader to break out of his/her subject position due to the indeterminacy of the text, and see the "text’s unity as forever being re-established by its composition, the codes that form and constantly slide around within the text." The text can always be written anew by a participating reader who reenacts the actions of the author. It is when the reader sees the text from the writerly (NOT authorial) perspective that the reading experience is blissful, even orgasmic -- la petite mort! (The French phrase for "the little death" is an idiom and euphemism for orgasm)

La petite mort
rolling off her tongue ...
for me now
there is no separation
between sex and poetry
(for Roland Barthes)

Sunday, May 4, 2014

Butterfly Dream: One-Line Haiku about Time by Al Fogel

English Original

time running out of time hourglass

Al Fogel


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

時間不夠時間沙漏

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

时间不够时间沙漏


Bio Sketch

Al Fogel , 69, began his haiku journey about 4 years ago and has been writing haiku, senryu, tanka and haibun ever since. Some of his work has appeared in leading haijin journals around the globe. He has recently published two books: So Little Time and   Holding Hand-helds

Saturday, May 3, 2014

One Man's Maple Moon: Stars Tanka by S.M. Abeles

English Original

every night
exploding stars
on the river
I play god
with my stones

Skylark, 1:2, Winter 2013

S.M. Abeles


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

每天晚上
爆增的恆星
在河上
我用石頭
扮演神的角色

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

每天晚上
爆增的恒星
在河上
我用石头
扮演神的角色


Bio Sketch

S.M. Abeles lives and writes in Washington, D.C.  He composes poems on dog walks and train rides, and elsewhere when the moment strikes.  His work appears frequently in the usual haiku and tanka journals, and he posts at least one new poem daily on his website, The Empty Sky

Butterfly Dream: Twilit Sky by Marilyn Humbert

English Original

twilit sky ...
soldiers
lock and load

Marilyn Humbert


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

黎明的天空...
戰士們準備武器
去戰鬥

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

黎明的天空...
战士们準备武器
去战鬥


Bio Sketch

Marilyn Humbert lives in the Northern Suburbs of Sydney NSW surrounded by bush. Her pastimes include writing free verse poetry, tanka, tanka prose and related genre. She is the leader of Bottlebrush Tanka Group and member of the Huddle and Bowerbird Tanka Groups. Her tanka appears in Australian and International Journals.

Friday, May 2, 2014

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXVIII

swaying in dreams
Abandon your mother tongue,
all who enter here ...

midway through life I'm stuck
in a world of one color

Atlas Poetica, 15, July 2013

Note:You can read its preceding tanka or the whole sequence here.

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Butterfly Dream: Music Haiku by John Kinory

English Original

for a moment
Stravinsky drowns
the drilling next door

Envoi, 147:2007

John Kinory


Chinese Translation (Traditional)

只有一會兒
斯特拉文斯基的音樂
蓋過隔壁的鑽孔聲

Chinese Translation (Simplified)

只有一会儿
斯特拉文斯基的音乐
盖过隔壁的钻孔声


Bio Sketch

John Kinory is a translator and photographer, and former physics teacher. His work has been published extensively in haiku, tanka and general poetry journals worldwide. He is the founder and editor of Ardea, the multilingual short-form poetry journal. He lives in England.