Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,
As you can see above we are having a "reprise" episode of humour and Hamish has written this essay especially for this publication, because we both were not aware of the double prompt, so Hamish wrote an all new essay on humour which I will share beneath.
Introduction
This month we are exploring and sharpening our senses together with Hamish Managua Gunn (a.k.a. Pirate). He provides us with all the posts this month together we Ese and me.
Today we are exploring humour and as I have told you in an earlier post ... I am not a haiku poet who uses humour in his haiku. Of course I have tried it and you could have read those haiku in earlier posts at CDHK. Today, however, I love to share (in tune with Hamish's essay) a tanka inspired on clowns or in this case ... a so called Merry Andrew:
painted
face
hides his sad life -
merry-andrew
every day again wearing his mask
making the world laugh
hides his sad life -
merry-andrew
every day again wearing his mask
making the world laugh
© Chèvrefeuille
Hamish on humour
A sense of humor,
and the sense of the absurd . well, they are topics to vast to cover in just
one post, and on this second one, we should look a little behind humor to see what
it might be. In fact, that question can be answered in one sentence: humor is
tragedy.
The best
way to explore that concept is by exploring the clown. Let's see if we can
write haiku about the clown to show the different ''sides'' of humor. To outline
this post please play the music in the video below while you read, to perhaps
put you in the mood. Funnily enough, while choosing a version of this song, I
finally settled on one without singing, as I thought the piano conveyed the
mood beautifully, as well as who was playing it.
There is so much we can identify with in a circus clown - and so much we can identify about our cultures, and about life. In many ways, the topic of ''clown'' begs for an extraordinary haiku. How can we capture that pathos, the jester, joker, who paints on his happy face, bounds out into the circus ring to laughter and applause and then after the show sits in his empty caravan wiping the paint off.
There is a
certain male identity with being clown,
and female clowns have been very rare in history. That is nothing to be ashamed
of - on the contrary, because the clown sometimes shows us characterizations of
the male psyche.
For your
haiku about humor today, focus on a clown, and see how you are able to portray
him, or her. This is a difficult haiku, as a dose of too much sadness takes us
too far down the road of sentimentalism, yet a haiku about only a laughing
clown seems to lack depth.
It is a
difficult challenge, but I think a fascinating one for many reasons.
Clown (Original Oil on Board Painting) |
I thought I
would try a couple here, to see what I could come up with. When I think of all
the famous portrayal of clowns, from Jack Nicholson in Batman, to an
inexplicable Ronald McDonald, Charlie Chaplin, Marcel Marceau, and so many in
the circuses and TV shows of our youth, I can see a lot of material as
reference.
the show is
over
a clown stands in the night rain
make-up dripping off
a clown stands in the night rain
make-up dripping off
I wanted to
get autumn into that haiku, thus the rain, but found it hard to really get to
grips with the pathos.
at her
caravan
the clown offers a red rose
the acrobat laughs
the clown offers a red rose
the acrobat laughs
Well I
managed to get those syllables down - good thing, too, the first versions were
a rambling tale. I kind of want to put ''just'' after ''acrobat'' in the last
line, but it doesn't feel like a ''haiku word'' to me, and may just push the
haiku too far. Your turn now. I look forward to reading what you come up with,
in this theme.
Venice Carnival |
I love clowns, but I also feel the double-life in a clown. The most clowns are hiding their life behind their mask and that inspired me to write the following cascading haiku (with a twist at the end):
dark green
eyes
hidden behind a mask -
she's mysterious
hidden behind a mask -
she's mysterious
she's
mysterious
breathtaking glamorous mask
attractive force
breathtaking glamorous mask
attractive force
attractive
force
mystical and magical
who is she?
mystical and magical
who is she?
who is she?
thrills of unmasking at midnight
exposed to the world
thrills of unmasking at midnight
exposed to the world
she turns into a man with
dark green eyes
dark green eyes
© Chèvrefeuille
I hope you did like this reprisal of humour and I hope it will inspire you too as it did Hamish and me.
This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until February 26th at noon (CET). I will try to publish our new episode, a new episode of our special feature Tokubetsudesu, later on.
PS. Something went wrong I think, because I am a day behind with creating the posts, must be due the nightshift. My excuses for this inconvenience.
PS. Something went wrong I think, because I am a day behind with creating the posts, must be due the nightshift. My excuses for this inconvenience.
Woah-----that was a twist at the end.......you explored human psyche there in dark, rxotic ways - so interesting. Chev, one of your best, o, the best tumbling haiku, and not only because of the concept of a 'twist' or 'sting' in the tail - this makes me very interested in this form now.
ReplyDeleteYour cascading haiku is quite haunting - the repeated lines make it quite chilling.
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