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

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Migrant's Dream Haiku

July Fourth fireworks...
a migrant's dream intercepted
by the NSA



NeverEnding Story, July 12, 2013

Note: The National Security Agency (NSA) is a cryptologic intelligence agency of the United States Department of Defense

Friday, August 30, 2013

My Fourth Book: Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing

Based on the principles of progression and association employed in Japanese court poetry (for more information, see my "To the Lighthouse" post, titled "Principles of Progression and Association in Tanka Sequences" ),  Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing is the first English language tanka sequence about diasporic experiences. In the sequence, I adopt an intersectional approach to exploring a wide range of issues related to immigration, English learning, racialized identity, racism, job seeking, colonization, acculturation, ...etc. You can read the whole sequence in the form of an e-book

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing was first published in Atlas Poetica, 15, July, 2013. Thanks to M. Kei's continued support of my work.

 
Note:
 
The Irish writer Seamus Heaney, who won the 1995 Nobel Prize in Literature, died today at the age of 74.
 
"inner émigré" in the fifth tanka of the sequence below comes from his work:

inner émigré
rolling off my tongue...
the professor's
right eye flickers
in a long shadow


Below is an excerpt from George Morgan's interview with Seamus Heaney :

— You once wrote of yourself as an “inner émigré,” a term that has been bandied about a lot since then. Do you still think of yourself in this way?

8As far as possible, you try to remain a mystery to yourself. Living in Ireland, not being an exile, living in Ireland as a social creature, as a familiar citizen, I think there is a great danger that one’s social persona might overwhelm one’s daimon — if you’ll permit me such a grand term… And so what one is always trying to do is displace oneself to another place or space. In my case, I’ve been very lucky to have had a cottage in Wicklow where I am literally displaced from my usual Dublin suroundings and indeed Wicklow is where I first thought of myself as being an inner émigré. Since 1988, thanks to the great kindness of Ann Saddlemyer, I’ve been able to own the cottage and to think of it as my “place of writing.” When I said “inner émigré,” I meant to suggest a state of poetic stand-off, as it were, a state where you have slipped out of your usual social persona and have entered more creatively and fluently into your inner being. I think it is necessary to shed, at least to some extent, the social profile that you maintain elsewhere. “Inner émigré” once had a specific meaning, of course, in the 1920s and 30s in Soviet Russia. It referred to someone who had not actually gone into exile but who lived at home disaffected from the system. Well, to some extent that was true of myself. Certainly, in relation to Northern Ireland.

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XL

the 40th/last tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences

first starry night
in the Year of the Dragon
for now
writing moon tanka becomes
my home in the Maple Land



Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXIX

the 39th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


Taiwan moon
low in the Ajax sky
the weight
of my nostalgia
measured in snowdrifts


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXVIII

the 38th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


writing tanka ...
in the attic window
the winter star
that didn't move
is long gone


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXVII

the 37th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences

the harvest moon
meets me at the window...
echoes
of Li Po's laughter
in the corner of my mind


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Monday, August 26, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXVI

the 36th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


blooming fruit tree
where we carved our initials ...
alone at dawn
I stand in its shadow
dreaming our midsummer dream

Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXV

the 35th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences

our eyes locked
on each other for hours
at the airport…
a middle-aged face
in summer clouds in the lake


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXIV

the 34th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


using few words
I carve the long face
of my critic
with bleeding eyes...
this Good Friday night

Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXIII

the 33rd tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


the look
on my professor's face
a red stain
on the title of my poem:
Language, I/anguish


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXII

the 32nd tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


the memory
of our body conversations...
the white trail
from her Air Japan flight
splitting my spring sky


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Monday, August 19, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXXI

the 31st tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


Ajax night
and Taipei morning...
New Year's blue moon
in the bedroom window
of my childhood house


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXX

the 30th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


old-age home
in winter twilight
I listen
to his Hockey Night stories
for minimum wage


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Saturday, August 17, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXIX

the 29th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


sorry,
you're overqualified
for the job...
I crush the morning sun
in an icy puddle


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXVIII

the 28th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


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, 2013

Thursday, August 15, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXVII

the 27th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


from my tanka
I look out the window
a swing swaying
in the back yard
of a foreclosed house



Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXVI

the 26th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences

long hours
after winter solstice
finding my lines
in the dripping sound
of a roof icicle


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXV

the 25th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


a crescent moon
in the attic window
at three a.m.
my tanka drifting
with first snowflakes


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXIV

the 24th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


new immigrant
to the land of hungry ghosts
of the Muse
I write love tanka
in crimson red


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Monday, August 12, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXIII

the 23rd tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


not so-called news
another Chinese jumps
off the roof...
on the nightstand, his dog-eared
Lament for a Nation


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXII

the 22nd tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


life is best
understood backwards

he whispers…
side by side two engineers
working at Tim Hortons


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XXI

the 21st tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


unemployed
I stay drunk on writing
love poetry
maple leaves falling
upon maple leaves...

Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Friday, August 9, 2013

Migrant's Voice Haiku

harvest moon rising ....
a tremble
in the migrant's voice


Second Place, 10th Kloštar Ivanić Haiku Contest, 2013

Judge’s Comment: The year wears on, maybe he is a migrant farm worker, far from his home country. He is working late, the harvest moon rises, huge and yellow over  the horizon. Filled with nostalgia, he thinks of his homeland, his family, his life there, as he talks to fellow migrants he holds back tears, but his voice wavers.

Thursday, August 8, 2013

Same Wavelength Haiku

my dog and I
on the same wavelength
cherry blossoms


Honorable Mention, 10th Kloštar Ivanić Haiku Contest, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XX

the 20th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


South Asians and I
seated around a piece
of plane wreckage
in the Maple Land... waking
to the smell of turkey


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XIX

the 19th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


a Mohawk youth
and an old Canadian
shout at each other...
we're here because we're here
if you must have a reason


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XVIII

the 18th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


standing still
three First Nations children
in twilight
my spring-roll stand
at the Taste of Greece Fest


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Monday, August 5, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XVII

the 17th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


in Search of Lost Time
a la recherche du temps perdu
new Canadian,
old Quebecer... two solitudes
in the Toronto sunlight


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XVI

the 16th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences 
 
a hooded
black teenager hops
on the street car
a Muslim girl and I
stand beside him


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Saturday, August 3, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XV

the 15th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


their coarse voices
Wow! Chinaman s-peak-s En-gli-sh
amplified
by a room of silence
... my Bruce Lee kick in the air



Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013

Friday, August 2, 2013

Politics/Poetics of Re-Homing, XIV

the 14th tanka in the sequence about diasporic experiences


the Maple Leaf
flapping in summer heat
no Canadian experience
no job... no job
no Canadian experience


Atlas Poetica, 15, 2013