One frosty night when the guns were still
I leaned against the trench
Making for myself hokku (haiku)
Of the moon and flowers and of snow
But the ghostly scurrying of huge rats
Swollen with feeding upon men's flesh
Filled me with shrinking dread.
Richard Aldington
My Dear Readers:
Today, we commemorate Armistice Day and Remembrance Day through the study of three haiku essays:
I Snapshots: Haiku in the Great War by Sandra Simpson
An essay examining the role haiku played in the poetry of the World War I and considering the way haiku can be used as tool for remembrance and honoring
Selected Haiku:
bursts from our guns
the town on the horizon
a brief vision of light
Julien Vocance
Anzac parade
shoulder to shoulder
headless shadows
Andre Surridge
even the names
in the shade have faded --
memorial park
Lorin Ford
war
memorial
no higher
than
a boy
Sandra Simpson
war memorial --
the silence in a hand
saluting
Carole Harrison
half light --
the whispers of soldiers
on Anzac Day
Anne Curran
II Haiku and War by Paul Miller
"In the first part of this essay I will examine the landscape of war haiku. I will look at its history, discuss why poets might choose haiku instead of other genres for their impressions of war, look at who is writing war haiku, and point out some major themes. Additionally, since a haiku’s small size often means that its specific war is left unmentioned, I will discuss the sometime use of particular referents—and how those can help build a vertical axis. In the second part, I will move from the landscape of war haiku into the important questions that the poems and poets themselves raise. I will discuss the differences between the haiku of war participants and those who comment from the sidelines, look at haiku that take a moral stand, ask questions concerning authenticity—including creating a definition of authenticity that extends beyond war haiku, and examine the thorny question of historical revision. I will also discuss why any one of these issues can potentially cause a haiku to fail."
Selected Haiku:
after the bombing
ruins of a bridge
linked by the fog
Nebojša Simin
Spring evening.
The wheel of a troop carrier
Crushes a lizard.
Dimitar Anakiev
spring dewdrops
cling to a blade of grass –
Iraqi children
Chen-ou Liu
talking to the tree
outside the window
about rain, about the war
Marlina Rinzen
fall leaves
burying toy soldiers
her small son
Fonda Bell Miller
war dead
exit out of a blue mathematics
Sugimura Seirinshi
III Changing the World One Haiku at a Time: Review of Kamesan’s World Haiku Anthology on War, Violence and Human Rights Violations by Chen-ou Liu
This is our reply to violence: to make haiku more intensely, more beautifully, more devotedly than ever before. Changing the world one haiku at a time.
-- Chen-ou Liu paraphrasing Leonard Bernstein
Selected Haiku:
long-stemmed roses
he's back
without his leg
Melissa Allen
sun dogs
on the winter horizon ...
another body count
Francine Banwarth
suicide bomber
a head of lettuce
splattered with blood
Robert Lucky
a drizzling rain ...
washing their blood
into their blood
Michael McClintock
all that remains --
dreams of jungle,
sand, sky
Marilyn Hazelton
only american deaths count the stars
Scott Metz
A machine gun --
in the middle of the forehead
a red flower blooms.
Saito Sanki
To conclude today's "Armistice Day and Remembrance Day" post, I would like to encourage each of you to take time to rethink the politics of war memory and commemoration:
Collateral Damage
for Susan Sontag
white poppy
pinned to her son's first suit
Remembrance Day
Inside the top drawer of her husband's wooden desk, there is an old photo album. It starts with pictures of toy trucks, toy soldiers, toy tanks, and other delights of boys from the neighborhood playing in the sunlight. It ends with the picture of a new military cemetery with a row of white crosses in winter mist.
Kokako, 24, April 2016
Note: First introduced by British pacifists in 1926, the white poppy is used as a symbol of peace and worn as an alternative to (or complement to) the red poppy for Remembrance Day.
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