Haiku is one of the most important forms of traditional japanese poetry. Literally means "starting verse", and was the first starting link of a much longer chain of verses known as haika. Because the haiku set the tone for the rest of the poetic chain, it enjoyed a privileged position in haiku poetry, and it was not uncommon for a poet to compose a haiku by itself without following up with the rest of the chain.
Sunday, October 29, 2006
Saturday, October 28, 2006
Friday, October 20, 2006
Monday, October 09, 2006
frog pond
this is Bashō most famous haiku. prehaps one day i will post additional translations of the same haiku.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Saturday, October 07, 2006
harvest recipe
spying a recipe
over mothers shoulder
- the harvest moon
while on thanksgiving holiday vacation in Montreal my wife looked over her mother's shoulder for a holiday recipe as the moon shone so large and bright behind them.
over mothers shoulder
- the harvest moon
while on thanksgiving holiday vacation in Montreal my wife looked over her mother's shoulder for a holiday recipe as the moon shone so large and bright behind them.
pheasant cry
Friday, October 06, 2006
sleepless autumn
Was it all a dream -
I mean those old by gone days -
were they what they seemed?
All night long I lie awake
listening to autumn rain.
What might I leave you
as my lasting legacy -
flowers in spring time,
the cuckoo singing all summer,
the yellow leaves of autumn.
~Ryōkan
Ryōkan was famous for his poetry and calligraphy. His poetry is often very simple and inspired by nature. poems show he had a good sense of humour and didn't take himself too seriously.
I mean those old by gone days -
were they what they seemed?
All night long I lie awake
listening to autumn rain.
What might I leave you
as my lasting legacy -
flowers in spring time,
the cuckoo singing all summer,
the yellow leaves of autumn.
~Ryōkan
Ryōkan was famous for his poetry and calligraphy. His poetry is often very simple and inspired by nature. poems show he had a good sense of humour and didn't take himself too seriously.
Wednesday, October 04, 2006
memories

returning home on a flight with my eyes closed remembering. opening my eyes i noticed out the window the clouds pressing in around the plane are very much like the memories pressing into the fore front of my thoughts.
Monday, October 02, 2006
cicada cry

Lonely stillness -
a single cicada's cry
sinking into stone
~Bashō
two versions of the same haiku experience
a single cicada's cry
sinking into stone
~Bashō
two versions of the same haiku experience









