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1baswood
You have all read the Cat's thread
Haiku:
only three lines
just 17 syllables
and no second language.
Karai Senryu (18th century)
Now the man has a child
He knows all the names
Of the local dogs
In the beautiful women,
Somewhere or other
His wife finds flaws
A horse farts
Four or five suffer
On the ferry-boat
Watanabe Suiha (1882-1946)
Waves on the ebb,
Sound fading away:
Autumn evening.
The noisy cricket
Soaks up the moonbeams
On the wet Lawn.
Harry Sekitei (186-1951)
Stepping on a tendril,
A whole hill of dew
Begins to move.
Warm and snug,
Ageing in his sleep,
The paddy snail.
Anonymous (21st century)
Festival of jazz
Kindle in the cafe
Champagne on the Boulevard.
Haiku:
only three lines
just 17 syllables
and no second language.
Karai Senryu (18th century)
Now the man has a child
He knows all the names
Of the local dogs
In the beautiful women,
Somewhere or other
His wife finds flaws
A horse farts
Four or five suffer
On the ferry-boat
Watanabe Suiha (1882-1946)
Waves on the ebb,
Sound fading away:
Autumn evening.
The noisy cricket
Soaks up the moonbeams
On the wet Lawn.
Harry Sekitei (186-1951)
Stepping on a tendril,
A whole hill of dew
Begins to move.
Warm and snug,
Ageing in his sleep,
The paddy snail.
Anonymous (21st century)
Festival of jazz
Kindle in the cafe
Champagne on the Boulevard.
2copyedit52
I like the Karai Senryus, bas.
3slickdpdx
I am trying to remember a Basho from my parents' volume of translations. It ended, I think, "an echo follows." Something about a well? I loved it.
4RickHarsch
Dreck on the skittle
Larry will arrive later
Fire, though, is snuffed out
Larry will arrive later
Fire, though, is snuffed out
6baswood
Right on Rick. I thought you might be tempted
A few more from Karai Senryu for Peter
Zen Priest,
Meditation finished,
Looking for fleas.
After he's scolded
His wife too much
He cooks the rice.
In the whole village
The husband alone
Does not know of it
As he enters the house
A whiff of murder-
The quack-doctor.
A few more from Karai Senryu for Peter
Zen Priest,
Meditation finished,
Looking for fleas.
After he's scolded
His wife too much
He cooks the rice.
In the whole village
The husband alone
Does not know of it
As he enters the house
A whiff of murder-
The quack-doctor.
7tomcatMurr
oh bas what a great idea. I love that Suiha, more please!
the 17 syllables arranged in lines of 5-7-5 applies of course to haiku in the japanese. Most of the translations I have been reading have four lines like Peter's in >5 PeterKein:.
More Basho:
from The Records of a weather exposed skeleton:
Over the darkened sea
only the voice of a flying duck
is visible
in soft white
with a hat on my head
and straw sandals on my feet
I met on the road
the end of the year
wild sparrows
in a patch of yellow rape
pretending to admire
the flowers
the 17 syllables arranged in lines of 5-7-5 applies of course to haiku in the japanese. Most of the translations I have been reading have four lines like Peter's in >5 PeterKein:.
More Basho:
from The Records of a weather exposed skeleton:
Over the darkened sea
only the voice of a flying duck
is visible
in soft white
with a hat on my head
and straw sandals on my feet
I met on the road
the end of the year
wild sparrows
in a patch of yellow rape
pretending to admire
the flowers
8tomcatMurr
the haiku is a faint gash inscribed upon time
Barthes
Empire of Signs
Barthes
Empire of Signs
9RickHarsch
time eroded to smooth
cuttlefish skip the parade
life springs autumnal
Al Suzyu
cuttlefish skip the parade
life springs autumnal
Al Suzyu
10baswood
Otomo Tabito (665-731)
in praise of sake
In calling it "sage"
That splendid sage
Of long ago - how right he was
What the seven sages, too,
Long ago craved and craved
was sake above all
Sooner than be a man,
I'd be a sake jar
Soaking in sake
Even a priceless jewel
How can it excel
A rough cup of sake
Calm and knowing ways -
These are not for me
Instead I'd rather weep
Sake-sodden tears
in praise of sake
In calling it "sage"
That splendid sage
Of long ago - how right he was
What the seven sages, too,
Long ago craved and craved
was sake above all
Sooner than be a man,
I'd be a sake jar
Soaking in sake
Even a priceless jewel
How can it excel
A rough cup of sake
Calm and knowing ways -
These are not for me
Instead I'd rather weep
Sake-sodden tears
11SteveSilkin
Laughing at Myself
by 'Gaki'
One spot alone
Left glowing in the dark
My snotty nose
Akutagawa's haiku name was Gaki. On July 23, 1927, he wrote the haiku above, gave the poem to his aunt and asked her to deliver it the next morning to the family doctor, who was also a haiku poet. Then Akutagawa killed himself by drinking poison.
by 'Gaki'
One spot alone
Left glowing in the dark
My snotty nose
Akutagawa's haiku name was Gaki. On July 23, 1927, he wrote the haiku above, gave the poem to his aunt and asked her to deliver it the next morning to the family doctor, who was also a haiku poet. Then Akutagawa killed himself by drinking poison.
12Sandydog1
>3 slickdpdx:
Slick, I skimmed my entire copy of The Narrow Road to the Deep North, but couldn't find it there.
This one, however, piqued my interest:
A male cat
Passed through the hole
In the broken hearth
To meet his mistress
I didn't know cats had mistresses! Can a dog get a mistress?
Slick, I skimmed my entire copy of The Narrow Road to the Deep North, but couldn't find it there.
This one, however, piqued my interest:
A male cat
Passed through the hole
In the broken hearth
To meet his mistress
I didn't know cats had mistresses! Can a dog get a mistress?
13baswood
Konishi Raizan (1654-1716)
Girls planting Paddy:
Only their song
Free of the mud
Spring Breeze -
How white the heron
Among the pines!
Ishida Hakyo (born 1913)
Sparrows scurrying
As if storm-mounted
Scudding over fields
Sick-room window
Lacquered over
With grey winter cloud
Dead fly husk
Lies by my sleeve
As if in waiting.
Girls planting Paddy:
Only their song
Free of the mud
Spring Breeze -
How white the heron
Among the pines!
Ishida Hakyo (born 1913)
Sparrows scurrying
As if storm-mounted
Scudding over fields
Sick-room window
Lacquered over
With grey winter cloud
Dead fly husk
Lies by my sleeve
As if in waiting.
14anna_in_pdx
More! More!
15baswood
Jack Kerouac
Empty baseball field
a robin
hops along the bench
After the shower
among the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in the bath.
Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain
Empty baseball field
a robin
hops along the bench
After the shower
among the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in the bath.
Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain
16RickHarsch
flattering droplets
intent upon their vacuum
confused ambient
Al Suzyu
intent upon their vacuum
confused ambient
Al Suzyu
17VivalaErin
Haikus have always been difficult for (while I have friends who like to write them about chips in the Mexican restaurant), so this one has always been my favorite:
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
refrigerator
19baswood
Uejima Onitsura (1661-1738)
It's summer; then
'Oh, let's have winter
Some men say
To know the plums,
own your heart
And own your nose.
Come, come, I say
But the firefly
Goes on its way.
Trout leaping
On the river-bed
Clouds floating
It's summer; then
'Oh, let's have winter
Some men say
To know the plums,
own your heart
And own your nose.
Come, come, I say
But the firefly
Goes on its way.
Trout leaping
On the river-bed
Clouds floating
20beelzebubba
Bobby Shaftoe
Two tires fly. Two wail.
A bamboo grove, all chopped down.
From it, warring songs.
Antenna searches
Retriever's nose in the wind
Ether's far secrets.
The leaves of Shanghai:
Pale doorways in a steel sky.
Winter has begun.
Two tires fly. Two wail.
A bamboo grove, all chopped down.
From it, warring songs.
Antenna searches
Retriever's nose in the wind
Ether's far secrets.
The leaves of Shanghai:
Pale doorways in a steel sky.
Winter has begun.
21tomcatMurr
Breaking the silence
Of an old pond
a frog jumped into water
a deep resonance.
This poem was written by our master on a spring day. He was sitting in his riverside house in Edo, bending his ears to the cooing of the a pigeon in the quiet rain. There was a mild wind in the air, and one or two petals of cherry blossom were falling gently to the ground. It was the kind of day you often have in late March - so perfect you want it to last forever. Now and then in the garden was heard the sound of frogs jumping into the water. Our master was deeply immersed in meditation, but finally he came out with the second half of the poem:
A frog jumped into water
a deep resonance.
One of the disciples sitting with him immediately suggested for the first half of the poem:
Amidst the flowers
Of the yellow rose.
Our master thought for a while but finally decided on
Breaking the silence
of an ancient pond.
The disciple's suggestion is admittedly picturesque and beautiful, but our master's choice, being simple, contains more truth in it. It is only he who has dug deep into the mystery of the universes that can choose a phrase like this.
from Kuzu no Matsubara, a collection of critical essays by Shiko (student of Basho), early 18th C.
Of an old pond
a frog jumped into water
a deep resonance.
This poem was written by our master on a spring day. He was sitting in his riverside house in Edo, bending his ears to the cooing of the a pigeon in the quiet rain. There was a mild wind in the air, and one or two petals of cherry blossom were falling gently to the ground. It was the kind of day you often have in late March - so perfect you want it to last forever. Now and then in the garden was heard the sound of frogs jumping into the water. Our master was deeply immersed in meditation, but finally he came out with the second half of the poem:
A frog jumped into water
a deep resonance.
One of the disciples sitting with him immediately suggested for the first half of the poem:
Amidst the flowers
Of the yellow rose.
Our master thought for a while but finally decided on
Breaking the silence
of an ancient pond.
The disciple's suggestion is admittedly picturesque and beautiful, but our master's choice, being simple, contains more truth in it. It is only he who has dug deep into the mystery of the universes that can choose a phrase like this.
from Kuzu no Matsubara, a collection of critical essays by Shiko (student of Basho), early 18th C.
22RickHarsch
Night dreams of avid arms
O Chinnaswamy
talonted budgie
O Chinnaswamy
talonted budgie
23ChocolateMuse
This one's been on my profile page for a while now:
The swallow
Turns a somersault;
What has it forgotten?
Otsuyu
The swallow
Turns a somersault;
What has it forgotten?
Otsuyu
24theaelizabet
Oh, I love that one.
25RickHarsch
rice well fermented
side slog fore of a dazed dog
wooden slatted walls
Alsuzyu
side slog fore of a dazed dog
wooden slatted walls
Alsuzyu
26Sandydog1
Bitten by fleas and lice,
I slept in a bed,
A horse urinating all the time,
Close to my pillow.
- another Haiku-esque work of Basho's
I slept in a bed,
A horse urinating all the time,
Close to my pillow.
- another Haiku-esque work of Basho's
27baswood
Haiku by John Brandi
after the rain
bomb craters filled
with stars
autumn dusk
a bobbing branch
where the crow has flown
daybreak
coyote's Charlie Parker
impromptu
so cold
naming the stars
to keep warm
thinking of retirement
he realizes
he never had a job
wake in a new land
water music
from swaying bamboo
after the rain
bomb craters filled
with stars
autumn dusk
a bobbing branch
where the crow has flown
daybreak
coyote's Charlie Parker
impromptu
so cold
naming the stars
to keep warm
thinking of retirement
he realizes
he never had a job
wake in a new land
water music
from swaying bamboo
28baswood
"It's the east wind blowing"
They say as they walk
Master and servant
The bridge broken
And men on the bank:
Summer moon
On the dust heap
Morning glory flowering:
Late Autumn
A chilling moon
As I walk alone:
Clatter of the bridge.
Tan Taigi (1709-71) he campaigned to free haiku from vulgarity.
They say as they walk
Master and servant
The bridge broken
And men on the bank:
Summer moon
On the dust heap
Morning glory flowering:
Late Autumn
A chilling moon
As I walk alone:
Clatter of the bridge.
Tan Taigi (1709-71) he campaigned to free haiku from vulgarity.
29RickHarsch
ducks meet dawn darkly
bubbles, submerged, rising--OH!
dawn's imperfect heave
Alsuzyu
bubbles, submerged, rising--OH!
dawn's imperfect heave
Alsuzyu
31baswood
old neighbourhood:
welcomed back by
my graffiti
fire drill:
as soon as she gets outside
she lights up
morning tai chi
& the first kangaroo
motionless too
at the news-stand
today’s truths stacked up
taller than me
at dusk
moths gather
to the painting
the song of bees
turning weeds
to honey
Ross Clark
welcomed back by
my graffiti
fire drill:
as soon as she gets outside
she lights up
morning tai chi
& the first kangaroo
motionless too
at the news-stand
today’s truths stacked up
taller than me
at dusk
moths gather
to the painting
the song of bees
turning weeds
to honey
Ross Clark
32RickHarsch
The moth-wing silence
drains the minds of thoughts aloft
while stones grovel still
Alsuzyu
drains the minds of thoughts aloft
while stones grovel still
Alsuzyu
33RickHarsch
list of lists alist
air shuddering gracefully
who done, who done gone?
air shuddering gracefully
who done, who done gone?
34RickHarsch
bees dropping like flies
stingers madly testing air
Taro eats honey
Alsuzyu
stingers madly testing air
Taro eats honey
Alsuzyu
35guido47
Dear Group, with a special note to #3 slick... and #12 Sandydog1.
The version of the Basho Haiku I am using is:
http://www.librarything.com/work/5655355/book/49483906
By the translator Jane Reichhold
#3. Just going by the sounds, this is the best I could come up with (number 539 in the book)
the water's source
in an ice cavern if I ask
the willow
I suggest this because of the sounds and because when I looked for #12's "A male cat/passed through the hole/..."
I found (number 72)
a cat's wife
visited so frequently
the oven crumbles
Which, though it looks quite different, is, (going by the notes at the back of the book) the same story.
I guess translation (especially of a pared down "poem") is
difficult and has many interpretations.
Thanks for encouraging me to "skim" through BASHO.
Guido.
The version of the Basho Haiku I am using is:
http://www.librarything.com/work/5655355/book/49483906
By the translator Jane Reichhold
#3. Just going by the sounds, this is the best I could come up with (number 539 in the book)
the water's source
in an ice cavern if I ask
the willow
I suggest this because of the sounds and because when I looked for #12's "A male cat/passed through the hole/..."
I found (number 72)
a cat's wife
visited so frequently
the oven crumbles
Which, though it looks quite different, is, (going by the notes at the back of the book) the same story.
I guess translation (especially of a pared down "poem") is
difficult and has many interpretations.
Thanks for encouraging me to "skim" through BASHO.
Guido.
36RickHarsch
rice paddies in winter
the dragonfly slides alone
where is evil now?
Alsuzyu
the dragonfly slides alone
where is evil now?
Alsuzyu
37baswood
Night growing late:
Sound of charcoal
Broken on charcoal.
Oh, this hectic world -
Three whole days unseen
The cherry blossom!
Bad-tempered, I got back:
Then, in the garden
The willow-tree.
I look at the light:
Yes, there is a wind,
This night of snow.
OSHIMA RYOTA (1718-87)
Sound of charcoal
Broken on charcoal.
Oh, this hectic world -
Three whole days unseen
The cherry blossom!
Bad-tempered, I got back:
Then, in the garden
The willow-tree.
I look at the light:
Yes, there is a wind,
This night of snow.
OSHIMA RYOTA (1718-87)
38RickHarsch
The wind gathers snow
jealous lover of the light
gentle is the fool
Alsuzyu
jealous lover of the light
gentle is the fool
Alsuzyu
39RickHarsch
Alsuzyu, from From a Ditch along the Tokkaido
What you call a breast
I call the highest mountain
A cave is a cave
Akiko, my friend,
does not have a snake down there
Why hate Akiko?
Born naked: the beach
Gentle ocean breeze stiffens
She has three nipples?
When you said broken
I laughed, but then you farted
Am i your mason?
Intestinal words
vocal chords filter the best
Others need no lips
A gift of rice:
the glorious Tokkaido
Finally clean feet
Translating Haiku
Will this work in English? eh?
My sewer speaks ngrsh
Eyes slide wide of me
I am not a carbuncle
I also have two eyes
Wisdom of nature
Rogue wave: Cormorant--take that!
Look darling: seagulls
I say, crabs don't walk
So, Wise One, how then do crabs move?
I say, crabs don't walk
What you call a breast
I call the highest mountain
A cave is a cave
Akiko, my friend,
does not have a snake down there
Why hate Akiko?
Born naked: the beach
Gentle ocean breeze stiffens
She has three nipples?
When you said broken
I laughed, but then you farted
Am i your mason?
Intestinal words
vocal chords filter the best
Others need no lips
A gift of rice:
the glorious Tokkaido
Finally clean feet
Translating Haiku
Will this work in English? eh?
My sewer speaks ngrsh
Eyes slide wide of me
I am not a carbuncle
I also have two eyes
Wisdom of nature
Rogue wave: Cormorant--take that!
Look darling: seagulls
I say, crabs don't walk
So, Wise One, how then do crabs move?
I say, crabs don't walk
40RickHarsch
Oh Haiku--Wherr you?
Is a Haiku thread too long
by definition?
Is a Haiku thread too long
by definition?
41tomcatMurr
lol
Rick, can you give us some info on Alsuzyu?
How beautiful it is
the snow on the ground
and the cloud in the west
That brings more of it.
Issho
In the autumn wind
There will at least be
A lotus to sit on
For eternal peace.
Kasho, haiku written on the death of Issho
Rick, can you give us some info on Alsuzyu?
How beautiful it is
the snow on the ground
and the cloud in the west
That brings more of it.
Issho
In the autumn wind
There will at least be
A lotus to sit on
For eternal peace.
Kasho, haiku written on the death of Issho
42RickHarsch
Alsuzyu, or Al, as i call him, is an eternal decadent who believed that though the decadence of urban Japan was centuries ahead of its time it remained in the lead because it, decadence, is a phenomenological constant. His years were heteronymic with Pessoa's.
45RickHarsch
With Porius here
can consonants not make love
at words' geneses?
can consonants not make love
at words' geneses?
47RickHarsch
By far the best translation:
A lonely pond in age-old stillness sleeps . . .
Apart, unstirred by sound or motion . . . till
Suddenly into it a lithe frog leaps.
but I have a better one, I believe,
oh angry pond with ancient water some from rain some from underground springs (get it, springs?)
still, my ass, keep an eye on that bastard frog
Fuck you!
A lonely pond in age-old stillness sleeps . . .
Apart, unstirred by sound or motion . . . till
Suddenly into it a lithe frog leaps.
but I have a better one, I believe,
oh angry pond with ancient water some from rain some from underground springs (get it, springs?)
still, my ass, keep an eye on that bastard frog
Fuck you!
48RickHarsch
Frog wonders: new pond?
Surface still as a mirror
Better not to jump
Alsuzyu
Surface still as a mirror
Better not to jump
Alsuzyu
49tomcatMurr
thanks rick. Al sounds very interesting,. and great great link from slick there!
51RickHarsch
Snow stopped sliding down
Crater cradles the full moon
Cold lava rising
Alsuzyu (from From a Ditch...)
Crater cradles the full moon
Cold lava rising
Alsuzyu (from From a Ditch...)
52RickHarsch
You fell down here, too?
I don't plan to leave this ditch
Did she want sorrow?
Alsuzyu (from F...)
I don't plan to leave this ditch
Did she want sorrow?
Alsuzyu (from F...)
53MeditationesMartini
>52 RickHarsch: finally an interlocutor!
54RickHarsch
yeah, but as i read
it I infer that she left
him quite abruptly
it I infer that she left
him quite abruptly
55RickHarsch
interlocutor
Martini sent you, dint he?
Well, give me a light
Martini sent you, dint he?
Well, give me a light
56MeditationesMartini
buc-buc!
58RickHarsch
Cloven prints in stone
Staccato farts stun fascists
Against the wall sir
Staccato farts stun fascists
Against the wall sir
59MeditationesMartini
Alsuzyu's having a rough day.
60RickHarsch
Moo, or Mu
64RickHarsch
Hookydooky doc
haiku fell into Gene's crock
death becomes fatal
haiku fell into Gene's crock
death becomes fatal
65baswood
TAKAI KITO
Winter copse
The moon piercing
To the very marrow
KATO GYODAI
Snow melting
Deep in the hill-mist
A crow cawing
I light the lamp
And even the back
Of the plum-flowers is seen
Autumn hills:
Here and there
Smoke is rising
Mournful wind:
Night after night
The moon wanes
TAKAKUWA RANKO
Rain of a winter storm:
Horns locked as they jostle,
Oxen in the meadow.
Winter copse
The moon piercing
To the very marrow
KATO GYODAI
Snow melting
Deep in the hill-mist
A crow cawing
I light the lamp
And even the back
Of the plum-flowers is seen
Autumn hills:
Here and there
Smoke is rising
Mournful wind:
Night after night
The moon wanes
TAKAKUWA RANKO
Rain of a winter storm:
Horns locked as they jostle,
Oxen in the meadow.
66poetontheone
"Autumn evening--
it's no light thing,
being born a man"
- Kobayashi Issa
it's no light thing,
being born a man"
- Kobayashi Issa
67RickHarsch
thirty one views left
In humility I bow
before the finite
Al Suzyu
In humility I bow
before the finite
Al Suzyu
68RickHarsch
Clouds framing out snow
Al Suzyu suspects a trick
My paint brush is gone
Al Suzyu
Al Suzyu suspects a trick
My paint brush is gone
Al Suzyu
69RickHarsch
selections from Al Suyu's collection MAKE ME:
It must be random
automatic writing___________ word
haiku haiku hai
(the original doesn't have the underscores but I couldn't get word to stay away from writing)
Strictures cannot force
the words from Jiva’s inner
self, but I see that
tradition has three
Jiva has infinity
this IS easier
Jiva came to bed
She never says no to me
Yet I have no wife
It must be random
automatic writing___________ word
haiku haiku hai
(the original doesn't have the underscores but I couldn't get word to stay away from writing)
Strictures cannot force
the words from Jiva’s inner
self, but I see that
tradition has three
Jiva has infinity
this IS easier
Jiva came to bed
She never says no to me
Yet I have no wife
70RickHarsch
belated reply to Porius (#44)
with Pissoa there
can the ass burns from heaters
be left behind us?
with Pissoa there
can the ass burns from heaters
be left behind us?
71RickHarsch
Shame, this thing is called
Shame. I often think about shame
What is this thing shame?
Al Suzyu
Shame. I often think about shame
What is this thing shame?
Al Suzyu
73RickHarsch
Al Suzyu WAS a politician, mayor for three terms of a small town on that southernmost Island.
74anna_in_pdx
No wonder he had such a hard time figuring out what shame was!
75RickHarsch
Different alike
replicas of the same things
mathematical
Al Suzyu
replicas of the same things
mathematical
Al Suzyu
76RickHarsch
Tree seeds that wear hats
What if they all worked harder?
Hats stick without glue
Al Suzyu
What if they all worked harder?
Hats stick without glue
Al Suzyu
77RickHarsch
I found dread crawling
behind slitherings of angst
I had lost the race
Al Suzyu (original translated by Al Suzyu himself)
behind slitherings of angst
I had lost the race
Al Suzyu (original translated by Al Suzyu himself)
79RickHarsch
Persian Baal Sezhu
wrote one terrible Haiku
that ended: AAAAAACHOOOOOOOOOOOO!
wrote one terrible Haiku
that ended: AAAAAACHOOOOOOOOOOOO!
80RickHarsch
I never paid off
my student loans because an
asshole threatened me
my student loans because an
asshole threatened me
81anna_in_pdx
80: lqarl
Thanks!
Thanks!
82RickHarsch
I can see futures
White men go on a rampage
I am a Buddhist
Al Suzyu
White men go on a rampage
I am a Buddhist
Al Suzyu
83baswood
The world of dew is
A world of dew.....and you,
And yet.......
My home, where all I touch,
Or try, bears as bloom
A briar.
Thin little frog,
Don't give in
Issa is here, you know.
KOBAYASHI ISSA
A world of dew.....and you,
And yet.......
My home, where all I touch,
Or try, bears as bloom
A briar.
Thin little frog,
Don't give in
Issa is here, you know.
KOBAYASHI ISSA
84RickHarsch
I love that self-referential touch
85RickHarsch
why has hai...haiku
gone out of fashion when I
know your vase is cracked?
Al Suzyu
gone out of fashion when I
know your vase is cracked?
Al Suzyu
86tomcatMurr
Al Suzyu rocks!
87RickHarsch
Lava in my hand
Could this be broken liquid?
What, then, is a rock?
Al Suzyu
Could this be broken liquid?
What, then, is a rock?
Al Suzyu
88dcozy
Writing a poem
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic-
I've seen this in different versionsvand attributed to different people. Anyone know who the author is?
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic-
I've seen this in different versionsvand attributed to different people. Anyone know who the author is?
89RickHarsch
Wretched, rank, and sad
Can I ignore this woman?
She refutes herself
Al Suzyu
Can I ignore this woman?
She refutes herself
Al Suzyu
90RickHarsch
Australia...hmmm
marsupials...hmmm...for what?
bottle openers
Al Suzyu
marsupials...hmmm...for what?
bottle openers
Al Suzyu
91RickHarsch
Many years have passed
Some of them made up of days
You stay--I will go
Al Suzyu
Some of them made up of days
You stay--I will go
Al Suzyu
94RickHarsch
Yes you must leave now
take what you want though, baby,
blue skies fold like cranes
Al Suzyu
take what you want though, baby,
blue skies fold like cranes
Al Suzyu
96RickHarsch
5-7-5 Bas, even in my translations of Al Suzyu
So, maybe
Follow leaders? No.
Watch Rita display her pay
Blowin in the wind
So, maybe
Follow leaders? No.
Watch Rita display her pay
Blowin in the wind
98Sandydog1
Ripple in still water
Where there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIyfMiA3Xe0
Where there is no pebble tossed
Nor wind to blow
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIyfMiA3Xe0
100RickHarsch
Revenge of beetles
reed all about it, mister
allegro: vibrate!
reed all about it, mister
allegro: vibrate!
102RickHarsch
piss on that fucker
fire burns when grandma is hot
iko iko yay
fire burns when grandma is hot
iko iko yay
103Sandydog1
My Salon-boy seez your Salon-boy
Sittin' by the fie-oh
My Salon-boy say ta you Salon-boy
Gonna fix yo chicken wie-oh
aiko-aiko all day
Sittin' by the fie-oh
My Salon-boy say ta you Salon-boy
Gonna fix yo chicken wie-oh
aiko-aiko all day
104RickHarsch
now that is class
105Porius
there was a young girl was named bright
whose speed was much pfaster than light
she departed one day
in the usual way
and came round the previous night
J.U.
whose speed was much pfaster than light
she departed one day
in the usual way
and came round the previous night
J.U.
107RickHarsch
Mishima--you Jap!
What is all this seppuku?
we have Asahi
What is all this seppuku?
we have Asahi
108RickHarsch
A dry martini
Off with his head, samurai
Today I sleep in
(after al Suzyu)
Off with his head, samurai
Today I sleep in
(after al Suzyu)
109MeditationesMartini
Time to publish is what it is with these.
110RickHarsch
time to publish these?
hidden like a prisoner
no constipation
al Suzyu
hidden like a prisoner
no constipation
al Suzyu
111RickHarsch
Hah! Publication
is for the birds, like robins
millipede book mark
al Suzyu, from his collection Haiku for the Westerner
is for the birds, like robins
millipede book mark
al Suzyu, from his collection Haiku for the Westerner
112RickHarsch
All for one: ego
All for two: folie a deux
The estate of Shinroku
al Suzyu, from Make Me
All for two: folie a deux
The estate of Shinroku
al Suzyu, from Make Me
113RickHarsch
Fartification
I do not like blinding walls
Nothing is zero
al Suzyu, from Make Me
I do not like blinding walls
Nothing is zero
al Suzyu, from Make Me
114RickHarsch
Fujimanjaro
I love lillies, Linnaeus
What weed has my crotch?
al Suzyu, from From a Ditch...
I love lillies, Linnaeus
What weed has my crotch?
al Suzyu, from From a Ditch...
115RickHarsch
See the bullet train
How can water be called straight?
Heron in the sky
al Suzyu, from From a Ditch...
How can water be called straight?
Heron in the sky
al Suzyu, from From a Ditch...
116RickHarsch
Good combination
white horses covered with snow
get it, papasan?
white horses covered with snow
get it, papasan?
117RickHarsch
Do not be vulgar
Arrows shot from a new bow
Put your head back on!
al Suzyu
Arrows shot from a new bow
Put your head back on!
al Suzyu
118RickHarsch
Flesh is human skin
nudity is beautiful
thank you for the bombs
al suzyu, from A collection of the Political Haiku of Al Suzyu
nudity is beautiful
thank you for the bombs
al suzyu, from A collection of the Political Haiku of Al Suzyu
120RickHarsch
I loved a courtier
folds in all the right places
heartbeats were hidden
al suzyu
folds in all the right places
heartbeats were hidden
al suzyu
123RickHarsch
Drachma dirigibles! hats off...now let me leaf through my Al Suzyu
124RickHarsch
Emperor, nice hat
Please sir, can you lend me a dime
Hats in a rice field
Al Suzyu
Please sir, can you lend me a dime
Hats in a rice field
Al Suzyu
125RickHarsch
Japanese baseball
Time to stop thinking and sleep
Hiroshima Carp
Al Suzyu
Time to stop thinking and sleep
Hiroshima Carp
Al Suzyu
127RickHarsch
Al Suzyu would have loved it.
128RickHarsch
The bride lay crumpled
The wheel barrow rolled swiftly
Time escaped again
Al Suzyu
The wheel barrow rolled swiftly
Time escaped again
Al Suzyu
129RickHarsch
Birds in the sky OH
Birds flap their wings in flight OH
What OH is bereft?
Al Suzyu
Birds flap their wings in flight OH
What OH is bereft?
Al Suzyu
130RickHarsch
Thick fog rings the pond
Imagine it was a frog
Silence rings the pond
Al Suzyu
Imagine it was a frog
Silence rings the pond
Al Suzyu
131RickHarsch
Children on the road
Man and woman on the road
My home is the ditch
Al Suzyu
Man and woman on the road
My home is the ditch
Al Suzyu
132RickHarsch
Suddenly no wind
The moths came without warning
I am a statue
Al Suzyu
The moths came without warning
I am a statue
Al Suzyu
133RickHarsch
Uncle Ho Chi Minh
The NLF is winning
Children die each day
From his Viethaiku
The NLF is winning
Children die each day
From his Viethaiku
134RickHarsch
Dien bien phu
The first man-made volcano
Dien bien phu!
Al Suzyu from his Viethaiku
The first man-made volcano
Dien bien phu!
Al Suzyu from his Viethaiku
135RickHarsch
I read of napalm
And set my poems on fire
Words burned into skin
Al Suzyu from his Viethaiku
And set my poems on fire
Words burned into skin
Al Suzyu from his Viethaiku
137RickHarsch
Thinking of haiku
would bass swim in southern France?
Whaiku not Baswood
would bass swim in southern France?
Whaiku not Baswood
138RickHarsch
She rattled past me
Wheels as bones and bones as wheels
Tidiness repels
The dog in the ditch
The dog in the ditch was dead
Dead dog in the ditch
Al Suzyu, both from Ditch on the Tokkaido Road
Wheels as bones and bones as wheels
Tidiness repels
The dog in the ditch
The dog in the ditch was dead
Dead dog in the ditch
Al Suzyu, both from Ditch on the Tokkaido Road
139RickHarsch
Terrifying light
Ungainly movements of sound
Fronds shelter my ditch
Al Suzyu
Ungainly movements of sound
Fronds shelter my ditch
Al Suzyu
140RickHarsch
Thanks America
How little we knew we know
Expansive kindness
Al Suzyu from Complete Political Haiku, reprinted from Haiku for Westerners
How little we knew we know
Expansive kindness
Al Suzyu from Complete Political Haiku, reprinted from Haiku for Westerners
141RickHarsch
Zero Japs: the goal
Jap zeros: nip the nippers
Nip on my Nippon
Al Suzyu, same as above
Jap zeros: nip the nippers
Nip on my Nippon
Al Suzyu, same as above
142RickHarsch
Rain drops in droplets
Microcosmic violence
Look out: giant frogs!
Al Suzyu
Microcosmic violence
Look out: giant frogs!
Al Suzyu
144RickHarsch
My three free daughters
ledbelly, my girl, my girl
head in driver's wheel
ledbelly, my girl, my girl
head in driver's wheel
146RickHarsch
Naughty. (Ledbelly: the blues ain't nothin but a woman on a weak man's mind)
147RickHarsch
Sunshine politics
Nagasaki visits me
Are my dreams neutral?
Al Suzyu
Nagasaki visits me
Are my dreams neutral?
Al Suzyu
148baswood
Grotesque Bakhtin time
Defecating harlequin
Circus carnival
Rab C Nesbitt. True
Rabelasian hero
Drink to me only
Defecating harlequin
Circus carnival
Rab C Nesbitt. True
Rabelasian hero
Drink to me only
149RickHarsch
you have my attention...i go to look up Rab
151RickHarsch
have yet to watch, but it looks great
152baswood
Proud Parisian pimps
Fondle foolish Flummery
Alors ze coq bleu
Greedy Greeks go down
Ovoide memory plane lists
Europe turns anew
Blasoning away
In no sense morosophic
Enlightenment came
Fondle foolish Flummery
Alors ze coq bleu
Greedy Greeks go down
Ovoide memory plane lists
Europe turns anew
Blasoning away
In no sense morosophic
Enlightenment came
153RickHarsch
Merkeled Greeks, pimpled,
avoiding death, Metaxas
enlightened my ass
NOT al Suzyu
And I must add not in bascompetition rather baspiration
avoiding death, Metaxas
enlightened my ass
NOT al Suzyu
And I must add not in bascompetition rather baspiration
154RickHarsch
Al Suzyu believes
Not in black and white
But Manichean
Al Suzyu believes
Neither love nor hate
Organisms live
Al Suzyu believes
Atom bombs are redundant,
the species long dead
Al Suzyu belives
Baseball is the afterlife
Joyful, wood meets hide
Not in black and white
But Manichean
Al Suzyu believes
Neither love nor hate
Organisms live
Al Suzyu believes
Atom bombs are redundant,
the species long dead
Al Suzyu belives
Baseball is the afterlife
Joyful, wood meets hide
