Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Moon Haiku

alone by the pond
my yellow stream goes farther
to touch the moon


Editor's Comment: This was another night time activity but not of the expected kind. In my early days, “pollution” was not part of our vocabulary, and, I am sorry to say, we were culprits of the same; however, our imaginations were not quite this active.

Pond Haiku

frog pond...
I jump over
the spring sun  


Pond Life Thread of Sketchbook,7:2,March/April 2012
Editor's Choice Haiku

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Frog Haiku

starry pond
the pulsing throat
of a frog


Pond Life Thread of Sketchbook,  Editor's Choice Haiku

Editor's Comment: Night time at a pond is quite noisy. This is when the bull frogs begin their croaking.

Love Haiku

peeling an onion
to love
or to be loved?


PoemHunter (May 19, 2012)

Monday, May 21, 2012

Blind Date Haiku

blind date:
her long hair cascading
into the spring night


Editor's Choice Haiku (SHH 2 Contest), Sketchbook,7: 2, March/April 2012

Editor's comment: Blind date in my world has two interpretations. If the date was visually blind, the long hair against the darkness of the sky gives the expanse and message of no limitations in its juxtaposition to her limitations.

If it is a first date on a spring night, the long black hair cascading into the darkness gives the feeling of unknown expectations. Here the kigo is used as a message of the bud of a relationship, letting down the hair is letting down inhibitions.

Loneliness Tanka

there are times
when my loneliness
becomes bearable:
the moon whispers
the words of Li Po


PSSMS, May 17, 2012

Friday, May 18, 2012

Midsummer Tanka

with bed sheets
made of midsummer dreams
I scale down the wall
of reality prison . . .
one poem after another


The Tanka Journal, 40, 2012

Relationship Haiku

pills on the floor ...
her wedding photo tilted
toward the window


Fri Haiku,1, spring 2012

Ant Haiku

reading Faceless Killer ...
a swarm of ants carries in
a lady bug


Fri Haiku,1, spring 2012

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Incense Papers Tanka

these are the days
when a raven looks
back at me...
paper money, paper house
going up in smoke

The Tanka Journal, 40, 2012

FYI: Incense papers are papercrafts or sheets of paper made into burnt offerings common in Chinese ancestral worship.

Winter Haiku

winter night ...
counting the drips
from the faucet


Fri Haiku,1, spring 2012

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Snow Tanka

snow falling
all the way home
yet the tongue
of my flaming heart for her
licks my face for hours


The Tanka Journal, 40, 2012

Puddle Haiku

car wheels
run over the moon’s face -
rain puddle


Fri Haiku,1, spring 2012

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Relationship Tanka

three years ago
I woke to the sunshine
in your eyes...
today under the setting sun
only my dog and me


The Tanka Journal, 40, 2012

Cherry Haiku

alone with my dog
under the morning sun
cherry blossoms


PoemHunter (May 10, 2012)

Monday, May 14, 2012

Sunday, May 13, 2012

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Lynx Interview

Here is an excerpt from my Lynx interview with Jane Reichhold

L: Recently you were working with “darker themes” in your haiku. Why did you want to do this? And how did it work out for you? Do we need to enlarge the subject matter used in the Japanese genres?

CL: I've been writing a series of haiku noir on darker themes, such as sudden death, suicide, psychiatric illness, violence, homelessness, alienation, estrangement, racism, rape, …etc. I've had first-hand or second-hand experiences of dealing with most of them (note: a haiku noir is a narrative haiku, i.e. a cinematically dark flash non/fiction in verse).

I am most influenced by Takuboku's conception of "poems to eat." He defined them as "poems written without putting any distance from actual life,...and they are not delicacies, or dainty dishes, but food indispensable for us in our daily meal."

In terms of dealing with one's dark moments, the difference between poets and other people is that poets can convey their feelings through poetry. As Graham Greene stresses, “writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those, who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear, which is inherent in [that] human condition.”

Every time when I put my tangled feelings, stress, or anxiety on paper, I feel relief in the moment. Especially when writing about dark moments, I connect them to the feelings of the past and of the present, and in doing so, it enables me to discover the wholeness of things and the connectedness of human experience. This view of writing about dark moments as a way of healing is well explored in Louise DeSalvo’s Writing as a Way of Healing: How Telling Our stories Transforms Our Lives. My review of this book can be accessed at http://scr.bi/owyOEI .

As for enlarging the subject matter used in English language haiku, I think there is an urgent need to do so. most English language haiku are based on a narrower definition of haiku. Professor Haruo Shirane discusses this in his famous essay, titled “Beyond the Haiku Moment: Basho, Buson and Modern Haiku Myths:” “English-language anthologies of haiku are overwhelmingly set in country or natural settings even though ninety percent of the haiku poets actually live in urban environments. This would seem to discourage haiku poets from writing serious poetry on the immediate urban environment or broader social issues.”

His essay reminds me of Shiki’s , titled “Haiku on Excrement,” about discovering – or rediscovering – beauty in excrement. In the essay, Shiki demonstrates that the old masters had great capabilities of producing beauty out of ugly material, “citing 41 poems (most of them haiku) on feces, 18 on urine, 4 on farts, 24 on toilets, and 21 on loincloths.” In the concluding section, he makes clear that he is not particularly fond of writing haiku on excrement; but he mainly uses this topic as an example to show how the poet can explore a wide range of themes (Makoto Ueda, Modern Japanese Poets and the Nature of Literature, pp. 29-30)

I identify with Shiki’s approach to writing haiku. Most of darker themes in my recent haiku are, directly and indirectly, related to urban life issues that are experienced by all of us and covered by media on a daily basis. For me, they are legitimate subject matters for haiku writing....


L: What advice do you have for others who work with short form poetry?

CL: Generally speaking, short form poetry is easy to write, but it’s difficult to write well. I have only four words for them: read, write, and rewrite unceasingly. I’ve amazed by the short-lived and yet prolific life of the innovative poet, Masaoka Shiki. He read hard, wrote truthfully, and rewrote a lot.

In my view, writing is a Jobian struggle against noises and silence. The purpose of a writing life is the struggle, and a poet’s salvation is based upon how well he or she handles the struggle.

Read its full text here

Kodak Haiku

starless night
a Kodak moment
on my gray wall


Haiku News 1:17, May 7, 2012

A Kyoka about Writing

pulsating saliva
stands at the corners
of my mouth –
no happiness like mine
I have been eating poems
(for Ishikawa Takuboku)


PSSMS (May 8, 2012)

Thursday, May 10, 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Shadow Haiku

my shadow and I
beneath the harvest moon
a party for three


Selected Haiku, 3rd Yamadera Basho Memorial Museum, July, 2011

Dream Tanka

she claims loudly
we reporters live or die
by breaking stories
--
I live a dying dream
that my poetry will be read


Gusts 15, Spring/Summer 2012

Monday, May 7, 2012

Nostalgia Tanka

a map of Taiwan
stained with water marks
hangs on my attic wall --
Silent Night floats
from the Christmas parade


Gusts 15, Spring/Summer 2012

Mooncake Tanka

this year
no one sends me
mooncakes . . .
I wrap myself
in a veil of moonlight


Gusts 15, Spring/Summer 2012

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Relationship Kyoka

last night
the daughter-in-law made
mapo tofu
a hit at the dinner table...
I still smell of silence


Prune Juice, 8, April, 2012

Plum Haiku

the teacher asks me
to write 'I will not...' ten times
plum petals drifting 


PoemHunter (May 3, 2012)

Friday, May 4, 2012

Relationship Tanka

after surgery
both of us said nothing...
her red bra
in the corner of my mind
begins to change color


Nostalgia Haiku

thick moss
coating the roof of my house
foggy memories

 

Honorable Mention, the 2012 Jane Reichhold International Haiku Contest.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Always the Moon: A Haiku Sequence

half moon rising
our heart with initials
on the tree stump

moonlit attic
just the two of us
my dog and I

the full moon
if only my ex
were here

old moon
silence stays
in my attic


PoemHunter (April 24, 2012)