Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Carpe Diem #638, New Year's Eve (Shinnen)

!! I am a bit early with publishing, because of a busy day !!

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Happy New Year to you all. I am looking forward to another year full of gorgeous CDHK prompts and wonderful haiku. You all could have read in our prompt-list for January that all our prompts this month are classical kigo (seasonwords) for New Year (the fifth seasons, according to ancient Japanese history). An all new year lays ahead of us and as we all (maybe) do we have good thoughts and ideas as a new year starts e.g "make more time for the kids and grandkids" or "quitting smoking".
I have no intentions to change something in my life this year. I like my life as it is, maybe the only good intention is that I hope to comment on time here at CDHK and of course I will try to make an even better year of CDHK.

Happy New Year in Japanese
Today I start with our first prompt of January 2015, New Year's Eve (Shinnen), no need to explain that I think. So I will just share a few haiku on New Year's Eve for your inspiration.

A haiku by Issa:

kageboshi mo mame sokusai de gyokei kana

my shadow too
in good health...
"Happy New Year!"

Another one by Issa:

toshidama cha doko wo megutte mata modoru

New Year's gift of tea--
where did you go
on your journey back to me?

Both are wonderful "new year" haiku. Let me look at a few haiku by Basho on New Year:

haru tatsu ya  shin-nen furuki  kome go-shoo

has spring already come?
I feel wealthy this New Year
with five sho of old rice

ganjitsu ya  omoeba sabishi  aki no kure

New Year's Day
I feel lonely just like
an autumn evening

And what do you think of this one by our unknown haiku-poet Yozakura?

nanimokawara nai  mainichionaji kono atarashii toshini naru desho u

nothing changes
every day will be the same
this new year

All beauties I think ... will not be easy to write a haiku (or two) with the same strength, but I have to try:

New Year's Eve
the sound of fireworks resonates 
against the snow

(C) Chèvrefeuille

Or this one:

after the fireworks
the rustling of bare branches
nothing has changed

(C) Chèvrefeuille

Awesome ... I like that second haiku very much ... (how immodest), but sometimes I have to give myself a tap on the shoulder (smiles). I hope you did like this post and of course I hope it will inspire you all to write all new haiku and share them with us.

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until January 3rd at noon (CET). Have fun!

Carpe Diem Extra 2014 ends

Dear haijin, visitors and travelers,

I have managed to create the new prompt-list for January. This month all our prompts are classical kigo (seasonwords) for New Year. New Year is in ancient Japan a season which last from December 15th to January 15th.
You can find our new prompt-list in the menu above. I am looking forward to this new month of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai.



PS. Our logo for January 2015 is a reprise logo which I have used in one of our earlier years.

Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer #40 "Kikobun" by Hamish Managua Gunn

!! I am a bit early (again), but I have a busy day ... !!

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

This will be our last GW-post for this year and as you could have read in one of my earlier posts the GW-post will not return in January temporarily, because I love to bring a weekly post on Wednesdays about "haiku writing techniques" in January (and maybe February and March). Of course you can email me your GW-posts, because the GW-post will return later on in 2015.
This week's GW-post is by Hamish Managua Gunn and it's about "kikobun" another kind of haibun. Have fun!


A Winter kikôbun

We have had some superb haibun prompts at Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, and this form of writing is one that I find so comprlling. However, I’s like to go a step further and introduce the kikôbun.
Here is what Professor Peipei Qiu, The Author of Bashô and the Dao says about kikôbun:
‛The Japanese literary travel journal (kikôbun) has been closely related to poetry. It characteristically weaves poems and the introductory narratives in a sequential order. The travel journals that existed before Bashô were often written in a first-person voice, with the traveler's itinerary revolving around the classical poetic toponym (utamakura or meisho) and the narrative centering on poems composed about them. This fusion with poetry simultaneously enriched and limited the literary representation of the landscape of the kikôbun; when centering on classical poetic diction, the geographical imagination of the travel journal was often defined by conceptions and conventions that had been molded by classical poetry rather than by the physical qualities of landscape.’

Here is what defines a kikôbun, to me:

•It is structured somewhat like a haibun, a passage of prose with at least one short poem (haiku or tanka)
•It features landscape and nature, and interaction between writer and the landscape
•Bashô focused on exactly that, the nature and not on prescribed formulas or conceptions
•The key specification is that a kikôbun involves movement of the writer, in that it is a short travel diary
•The haiku should not repeat what is in the prose, and should not attempt to ′globalise’ the prose like a conclusion

So the task is to write a kikôbun, similar to haibun, but the writer is travelling, and recording.
So the task is to write a kikôbun, about a journey, or part of a journey or wander. The idea of it being about wandering and observing is very relevant.


Well .... I hope you did like this GW-post. I did. I hadn't heard about this "kikobun" so to me it was totally new and I think for the most of you it also was new, but that's where the GW-post are about ... bringing new ideas and poetry-forms or new challenges.
We have had wonderful GW-post in 2014 and I hope to share new GW-posts next year ...
This GW-post episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until January 2nd at noon (CET).


Chèvrefeuille, your host

Monday, December 29, 2014

Carpe Diem #637, Departing Year

!! I am a bit early with posting this new episode. This week we will not have a Carpe Diem Time Glass episode !!

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

2014 Is running to an end and than we will have a whole new year, 2015, ahead of us. A year with new wonderful prompts, featured haiku-poets, articles and of course our new features "Time-Machine" and "Kukai". But that's for next month, I am busy with creating our prompt-list, but I don't think I will be on time ... of course I will try to publish our new list before the end of 2014, but I can't promise that.

Ok back to the episode of today. Today our prompt is departing year, and it is extracted from Jane Reichhold's "A Dictionary of Haiku" ... it's a nice prompt I think and it fits (of course) the time of year ... Here is Jane's example of this prompt:

slow rains

as if leaves were falling
at winter's end

© Jane Reichhold
I think this is a beauty ... How to write a nice new haiku myself for this prompt? I have to try of course ... so here I go:

departing summer
trees losing their green leaves -
thousand colors in return

© Chèvrefeuille

Not really a haiku for this time of year, but I think it's a nice one to give an image to departing.

Ok ... another one ... more in the image and time of this year:

sweeping the garden
at the end of this year
to start fresh

© Chèvrefeuille

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until January 1st at noon (CET). I will try to post our last episode of this year, our last GW-post of this year, later on.
PS.: I will have no GW-posts next month, because I will have another prompt-idea ... haiku-writing techniques . So January will have no GW-posts but instead Haiku writing skills will be on Wednesdays.

Sunday, December 28, 2014

Carpe Diem #636, Fireworks

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

As you can see I have chosen another prompt for today, I had planned "candles" for prompt, but that prompt we already have had in our extra feature Carpe Diem Seven Days to Christmas, so today I have fireworks for prompt and of course that's because of the coming of New Year's Eve ... and as you all can see ... I have temporarely changed our background.

Fireworks however is not a modern kigo for winter extracted from Jane Reichhold's "A Dictionary of Haiku" .... it just is a thought grown from my mind. Of course you will remember that we have had this prompt two times earlier, but to me that doesn't matter ... I have a wonderful haiku to share on "fireworks" (or Hanabi).

Credits: Fireworks Detroit/Windsor
What a gorgeous picture, not a fireworks especially for New Year's Eve, but for sure gorgeous. Here is my haiku inspired on this prompt:

against the dark sky
colorful flowers and suns -
New Year's Eve

© Chèvrefeuille

Well a short post today, but a wonderful one. I wish you all a Happy New Year ...

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until December 31st at noon (CET). I will (try to) publish our next episode, departing year, later on. For now .... have fun!
PS.: I am hopelessly behind with commenting, but I will try to catch up, but ... please excuse me if I haven't commented ... I have for sure read all your haiku. I hope to do better next year ...!

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Carpe Diem Special #124, Richard Wright's last haiku of this month

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

We have our last CD Special of this month and of this year ... I have enjoyed the haiku by Richard Wright and I hope you all did too.
For this last episode I have chosen for the following haiku written by him:

keep straight down this block,
then turn right where you will find
a peach tree blooming

© Richard Wright

A wonderful haiku I think ... I can see this scene in front of my eyes ... as I walk through my neighborhood in early spring ... than a few blocks further ... a garden with wonderful blossoming cherry and plum trees ... so I can relate to this scene captured in a brilliant haiku by Richard Wright. Must be an easy task to write an all new haiku inspired on and in the spirit of the haiku by Richard.
just around the corner
welcoming a new spring
cherrytrees blooming

© Chèvrefeuille

Well ... I hope you liked this post and I hope you have enjoyed these haiku by Richard Wright. For now .... be inspired and share your haiku in the same spirit as the one by Richard Wright with us all.

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until December 30th at noon (CET).

Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge #66, Jen's "ancient laughter"

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Today we have here in The Netherlands the second day of Christmas, December 27th, and we have the first snow of this winter. It's a bit sad that the snow starts to fall after Christmas. Well it doesn't matter, because we are still in the mood of Christmas and I love to bring to you all another nice Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge. This week's TR challenge is started with a haiku written by Jen (or Paloma) of Blog It Or Lose It. She wrote this haiku in response on our Mountain Cabin prompt and I was immediately "in love" with this (in my opinion) gorgeous haiku, maybe the background information Jen shared had to do with that too.

ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind –
yucca leaves, rustling

© Jen of Blog It Or Lose It

She shared also a few wonderful photos of Walnut Canyon, one of them I will re-produce here:
Credits: Walnut Canyon
Well you have to find out that post to read or re-read it it's a nice post ... It will not be an easy task to write a second stanza towards this wonderful haiku as is the goal of this Tan Renga Challenge as you all maybe know.
So here is my attempt to write a second stanza towards this one, that second stanza counts 7-7 syllables, but that's not neccessary to use ... feel free to do as you like ...

ancient laughter
captured in a canyon wind –
yucca leaves, rustling
                 (© Paloma)

whispering of ghostly voices
telling a wonderful story
               (© Chèvrefeuille)

This episode of our Tan Renga Challenge is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until next Friday, January 2nd at noon (CET). Have fun ... be inspired and share your continuation of this Tan Renga with us all.

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Carpe Diem #635, Stars

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

We are going on with the exploration of Jane Reichhold's saijiki "A Dictionary of Haiku" and today our prompt is Stars. Stars are part of Christmas, but stars also can point us the way as they did for example for the three wise man from the East in the story of Christmas.

I will share a few examples of haiku by Jane Reichhold for this kigo (or seasonword):

filling the night window
with stars

glistening cold
the stars bend down
a few flakes

snow taste
the cold fire
of frozen stars

cold stars
dropping into the ocean

(C) Jane Reichhold

Wow ... what a gorgeous haiku ... I hope I can compose a haiku with that same beauty?

Credits: full of stars

bright winter night
ice-flowers like stars grow on the window
sound of ice-skaters

(C) Chèvrefeuille

Hm ... not a strong one, but I like the painted scene in this haiku a lot. I hope this episode will inspire you to write an all new haiku (or tanka).

This episode is open for your submissions December 26th 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until December 29th at noon (CET). I will (try to) post our new episode, the last haiku by our featured haiku-poet, Richard Wright, later on.

PS. There will not be a "Little Creatures" episode this week and I will publish our new Tan Renga Challenge Saturday December 27th. I take a few days off during the holidays.

Carpe Diem #634, White Christmas

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

During Christmas I will not be on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai therefore I publish the episodes of December 26th and 27th now already. Both prompts will be following right now, but both episodes will have their own linking widget.

As you all know we are exploring "A Dictionary of Haiku" by Jane Reichhold (a modern Saijiki, list of kigo/seasonwords) the prompts for these two days are White Christmas and Stars.


Carpe Diem #634, White Christmas.

This is a reprise prompt, because I have used it a few days earlier in one of our earlier posts. So I will be short of words this time. I will only share the haiku by Jane Reichhold which she used as example in her "saijiki".

my white Christmas
only under the branches
of the snowberry bush

(C) Jane Reichhold

Here in The Netherlands will not have a White Christmas this year it's to warm (around 12 degrees Celsius), but I hope it will inspire you to write an all new haiku.

This episode is open for your submissions December 25th at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until December 28th at noon (CET). Have fun! Our next episode (following immediately today) will be Stars.

Carpe Diem Seven Days to Christmas #6, New Born King

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

We are counting down to Christmas, and I realized myself that I am writing our episode for Christmasday, so I have mis-counted myself, but ... well ... no problem ... I just write a new episode of this temporarely feature. This day I have chosen for the story of Christmas, not the story about Mr. Scrooge (in my opinion one of the best Christmas' stories), but that real story from the Holy Scripture as described in the New Testament in the book of the Evangelist Luke chapter 2 verses 4 to 20 (NIV).

The Birth of Jesus (Luke 2: 4-20; NIV)

4 Joseph went up from the town of Nazareth in Galilee to Judea, to Bethlehem the town of David, because he belonged to the house and line of David. 5 He went there to register with Mary, who was pledged to be married to him and was expecting a child. 6 While they were there, the time came for the baby to be born, 7 and she gave birth to her firstborn, a son. She wrapped him in cloths and placed him in a manger, because there was no guest room available for them. 8 And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9 An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10 But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11 Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12 This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”
13 Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, 14 “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”
15 When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”
16 So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger.
17 When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, 18 and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. 19 But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart. 20 The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.
Credits: Angels appearing to the sheperds
Isn't it a great story? In a way I always become a bit emotional as I read this wonderful story ... just that feeling of the sheperds ... brings tears into my eyes. Those man, the lowest of the lowest, were granted the joy of being the first to hear that Jesus Christ the Saviour was born in a stable laid in a manger. I only can say... rejoice ... Jesus Christ is born.

laid in a manger
our saviour and new born king -
real Christmas

© Chèvrefeuille

I wish you all a wonderful, magical and mysterious Christmas ...

This episode of Seven Days to Christmas is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until December 25th 7.00 AM (CET).

Carpe Diem #633, Christmastree

!! I am publishing this episode earlier than I normally do, because of the nightshift !!

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

Today another nice prompt extracted from ' A Dictinary of Haiku' by Jane Reichhold ... today that's Christmastree isn't it great? We are counting down to Christmas and this prompt fits it great ... but of course there will be also a "Carpe Diem Seven Days to Christmas" episode today.

Let us take a look at the haiku which Jane shares in her saijiki ...

in the corner
where the Christmas tree gloried
crooked chair shadows

© Jane Reichhold

It's more a haiku on Christmastree "break down", so it easily could have been a prompt for January, but ... well I follow my own prompt-list (smiles).

Credits: Christmastree

And of course i will share another new haiku written by myself on this prompt:

decorating the tree
together with the kids and grandkids
what a joy!

© Chèvrefeuille 

Isn't it a great haiku? I can't think of a Christmas without a christmastree, but I know that there are lots of people that can not pay a Christmastree or a christmasdinner ... no presents ... it's a shame that there are still humans living in poverty. I have a dream, and i know for sure that many of you, have that same dream ... There will come a time that love and peace are conquering everything, that there will not be poverty ... I know it's a dream, but where would we be without those dreams ... enjoy this Christmas ... but think of all those people who don't have it all ... i hope that unconditional love will spread all over the globe ... let that thought be in our minds and hearts ...

This episode is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 pm (cet) and will remain until December 27th at noon (cet). I will publish our next episode, white Christmas, later on.

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Carpe Diem Seven Days to Christmas #5, Angels

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

We are counting down to Christmas and today I have chosen for angels. In the wonderful Christmas story there is a big role for the angels ... they are telling Mary that she will have a baby and in the story they (the angels) are telling the sheperds that their King is born ... In a lot of Christmas Carols there are angels and of course there are angels-decorations to make the tree beautiful and your home.

Credits: Chrisas Angel

listen, listen
do you hear that sweet fragile song?
a choir of angels

© Chèvrefeuille

What a nice haiku (how immodest), but I like this one a lot. I hope that this episode of our Countdown to Christmas will inspire you all.

This episode is NOW OPEN for your submissions and will remain open until December 24th at 7.00 AM (CET). Have fun!

Carpe Diem Ghost Writer post #39,

!! I publish this GW-post earlier, because I am in the nightshift !!

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

It's my pleasure to present you an all new episode of our Ghost Writer feature. This week I have a nice article about Choka written by Georgia of Bastet and Sekhmet's Library ...
I am not that familiar with Choka, but I love to know more about it ... Choka is a Japanese long poem with also a kind of syllables rule, just like our haiku.
So have fun reading this article and maybe you will compose your first 'Choka'.


Hello Haijin:

I thought today I’d try to introduce the choka.  It’s a form that fascinates me the more I try to understand it.  Choka were long, commemorative poems (in fact choka means the long poem) and the longest ran sometimes over 100 lines!  They were usually sung.  There were about 400 choka copied in the 8th century anthology of waka entitled Man'yoshu (Collection of Ten Thousand Leaves).

The classical choka is formed by writing 5-7 syllables couplets for as many lines  as you like ending however with an extra 7 syllable line. There have been variations over the years as to how to write a choka including modern attempts to revive the genre. Many modern English language writers are now using the choka to create longer poems with Japanese flavour.  You can see how that’s done clicking the link to The Poet’s Garret below.

Now days when the form is used (and interestingly it is often used by English language haiku poets) it is used to tell a story, not necessarily an epic or commemorative tale – just a story.  Sometimes people use it just to write an impression – something link a longish tanka.

Here’s one of my choka which I wrote not long ago to use as an example of how it can be done:

The Last Harvest Moon

as the breeze picks up,
canes rattle in harmony
red scattered leaves
fall in the river and drown
a monk bent with age
walks along the road thinking
his secular thoughts
the splendor of youth now gone
he gathers courage
to face another winter
his arthritis plain
his skin yellow and brittle
then a finch warbles
a cat rubs against his legs
he smiles down sweetly
then continues his journey

the last harvest moon
outlines the withered bent stalks
he walks and gazes
gathering the cold omens
whispered in the winter wind

©  G.s.k. ’14

As you can see, I wrote 16 lines of 5-7 syllables ... from the 17th I created a  5 line conclusion, a kind of general summary of the poem in  5-7-5-7-7.  

There's no need to rhyme but you can and the syllable count is open to discussion if you follow the modern school of haiku and do "the short line - long line - short line" version of haiku, which compensates for the problem of not being able to superimpose the on (Japanese sounds) to our language, using syllables we create haiku that are third longer than Japanese poetry.  I preferred the 5-7 couplets with a conclusive tanka for my choka. 

I found it interesting that the author of the blog Kujaku Poetry and Ships points out that often the last closing lines of a choka were used to give a sort of summary of the whole poem.  When the poet did this, the last lines were often more emotional and less detailed.  Sometimes these closing fragments could stand alone and eventually they were gathered together in an anthology under the name tanka, (short poem) or waka (though waka generally refers to Japanese Poetry as a whole) and so the independent genre tanka was born.

I would like to suggest that you write a choka and here is a winter scene that might help you:

Thanks for reading!  Hope you have fun, Georgia (Bastet)

For further reading:

Origins of Japanese Poetry – Kujaku Poetry & Ships – a brief history of choka

Japanese Poetry Forms – The Poet’s Garret – a brief explanation of katauta and choka with examples of ways the choka can be used.

Well ... I hope you did like this Ghost Writer post and I hope you are inspired to write Choka ... Have fun!

This GW-post is open for your submissions tonight at 7.00 PM (CET) and will remain open until December 26th at noon (CET). I will try to post our next episode, Christmastree, later on ... for now have fun!

Monday, December 22, 2014

Carpe Diem Time Glass #15, Christmastime

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

It is time for a new Time Glass episode our special feature in which the time to respond is limited to 18 Hours ... and what a great prompt I have for you this time ... I have found a gorgeous photo to inspire you all. For this episode I stay close to the time of year ... Christmastime ...

I just had to ... Christmas is the biggest celebration of the year and we are all in Christmas joy ... I even have changed our background temporarely ...
Here is the image you have to use for your inspiration next to our prompt 'Christmastime'  ... have fun ... be inspired and remember you have only 18 hours to respond.


This episode is open for your submissions at 7.00 PM (CET) and will close in 18 hours December 23rd at 1.00 PM (CET)  ....

Carpe Diem "Just Read ..." Bridges by Jim Kacian

Dear Haijin, visitors and travelers,

I have another nice article written by Jim Kacian. This article "Bridges" is a Key Note speech which Jim gave in 2007 for the Haiku North America International Conference in Winston-Salem, NC. I think it's an awesome article .... so enjoy the read and maybe it will inspire you to write more (or better) haiku .....


Keynote Speech given at the Haiku North America International Conference 2007 (Winston-Salem, NC ); published as “The Haiku Hierarchy,” Modern Haiku 39(1), Spring 2008, pp. 23-45; later in White Lies: The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku, Red Moon Press, 2008, pp. 111-136.

Jim Kacian

So here we are.
Thank you, Dave, and thank you, fellow poets, for the opportunity to speak with you today here in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, at the 9th Haiku North America, entitled Bridges. I'd like to dedicate this talk to the memory of Agnes Davidson (1917-2007).

* * *
Haiku, as all of you here assembled already know, is an island, and we its inhabitants. For a long time it seemed to be an isolani—that is, a lonely speck of land far away from any other, the Pitcairn of western poesy—but lately, perhaps because the air is clearing, it now seems much closer to other specks of land, and even to the mainland.

It's a small island, located, as we now can see, in the Lesser Anthologies, and one of the few islands in this sector that still exhibits evidence of life. Our neighbors, equally small, and now mostly submerged, though once much larger and more heavily populated, have names like Sonnet Isle and Villanelle Cay. On a clear day, across our rugged strait, we espy other landmasses: to the west you can make out the archipelago of Free Verse, where it is rumored that the laws of physics do not hold; beyond that there is the shadow of a territory so large that it cannot be crossed in a lifetime—the continent of Prose. Some of our inhabitants claim to have visited these lands, some even to have come from them. But it could be something in the air just as likely, so we don't put too much stock in it.
Despite its size, the island of Haiku is quite multiform. A great variety of flora and fauna dwells here, and it has been closely observed in all its seasons and its eternities, its miracles and mundanities, its mountains and prairies, rivers and deserts, its birds and beasts and gods and men.

We are, for the most part, Robinson Crusoes here, stranded a bit at first but soon quite at home. Perhaps initially we didn't meet many of our fellow inhabitants, but now we hold conferences and are likely to email or text message one another to share our latest thoughts and work, so things seem much less secluded than they once did. Most of us have arrived here in boats of our own making—rafts, really, enough to keep us afloat so long as the water doesn't turn too turbulent, and holding no real promise of returning us from whence we came.
As you know, the water in these parts is extraordinary: clear, calm, benign, teeming with life, rich in phosphorescence. This is the sort of island of which the millions who do not know the Lesser Anthologies might only dream. It's the sort of place where it's possible to while away the days without boredom, endlessly engaged, endlessly at ease. Most of us here have no inclination to leave, even if we could.

But lately there's been some talk of the most sensational sort. There's rumor of a bridge being built from the mainland to Haiku, and should it ever come, it will bring to us, as you might well imagine, all manner of people. Thoreau once wrote, Nothing is more revolutionary than a road. Fellow inhabitants of Haiku, I ask you, are you prepared for this?
I know what pride we natives of Haiku take in our island. I know it will be difficult to see our native goods taken up in the hands of newbies and know-nothings, handled, soiled, put back on the shelf. I know that none of us wishes to be the T-shirt vendor in paradise. But we've all seen this happen on islands where the natives had not properly prepared. I think a bit of planning beforehand is in order to make certain that things work out for the best for our beloved island as well as for ourselves.

In thinking about what sort of a plan we might choose, I found myself dwelling a good deal on our national pastime here on Haiku—the game of baseball. I know you all know about baseball—every kid in Haiku at one time or another plays the game, and even those who play little or poorly come to know many of its finer points. Baseball aspires to more than national fame, though: away from our island, it holds an annual conference of its own which it calls the World Series.
Everyone knows what baseball is, but in case anyone's been away for a while, perhaps I should offer a definition. Baseball is a sport played between two teams of nine players (excepts when it's fewer, or more, as in the American League). One of the players, a pitcher, on one team throws a ball that is 91/4 inches in circumference (except when it's smaller), and 5 ounces (except when it's lighter) from a mound (that is, a hill raised 10 above the playing surface, except when it's more or less, and at a distance of 60' 6 except when it's less) toward a batter on the opposing team. The batter attempts to hit the baseball with a tapered cylindrical bat made of wood (unless it's made of something else, like aluminum). A team scores runs only when batting, by advancing its players counterclockwise past a series of four markers called bases arranged at the corners of a ninety-foot square (unless it's smaller). The game, played without time restriction, is structured around nine segments called innings (unless there are fewer, or more).

So, there you have it—baseball made simple.
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And yet, in spite of this dither, the multiple exceptions, the provisos, the special considerations, we all are pretty much agreed that we know baseball when we see it. In fact, we're sure of it.

Part of the reason for this is that baseball is sure of itself. It has no problem when the same name is applied to all its variations—in fact, it encourages it. So whether it's played by six-year-old girls hitting off a tee or by grown men in the night heat of August, it's all baseball. Except, of course, when played by beer-drinking men on Sunday afternoons, when it's called, euphemistically, softball. This, you may recall, is the national sport of our sister island Senryu.
One of the reasons for baseball's autonomy is that it controls the reward systems of the game. This means not only that baseball's overarching hierarchy makes provision for the various levels of play—T-ball, Little League, Babe Ruth League, High School, College, the professional Minor Leagues, and of course the Major Leagues—but also recognizes the outstanding accomplishments of each of these groups on their own level, without confusing these accomplishments with anything done on any other level. Baseball accomplishment is a pyramid: of the millions who play T-ball, some will not achieve the level necessary to play Little League ball; some Little Leaguers will not make a Babe Ruth roster; some of these will fail to make their High School teams; and so on, up to the Major Leagues. In fact, at any given time, only 720 players are playing in the Major Leagues. So it's not idle when we recognize this level of accomplishment as the highest there is.

Beyond this, baseball has a sense of its own history. Not only is it busy lauding the accomplishments of its current players, it is keen to compare them to the best players of previous eras. Baseball has done a very good job of taking control of their product, telling people what is important about it and who has done the best at it, and letting people aspire to achieve in these same ways.
And perhaps the most important factor in baseball's certainty is that it has the authority for baseball wholly vested in itself. There is no other entity claiming to be baseball in opposition to it. This hasn't always been the case, of course—upstart leagues have come and gone. What baseball has done very successfully is to have folded the competition into itself, to enlarge itself to accommodate a larger vision of what baseball could be. This has worked so well that now nobody can even imagine usurping its hegemony. Instead, people aspire to be a part of it, or to innovate within it. All the conversation is on baseball's terms.

All of this permits baseball to ask the right questions and supply the right answers. Baseball doesn't ask, for instance, “Is this baseball?” but rather “What level of baseball is this?” And because it can give a clear answer to this question, it can manage all the various ways it's played and still keep everything within its realm.
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Okay, we didn't come here to talk about baseball. What does this have to do with haiku?

When the bridge is built, and we are overrun by newbies and know-nothings, some of them will insist they know all about our island. How we meet them on our side of the bridge will largely determine how the conversation will go. If we have control of the situation, we will help people come to a larger understanding of what we do. If not, we will be the T-shirt vendors. The choice is simple.
So here's what I propose:

I propose that we take control of our island in the very way baseball has taken control of its domain.
To begin, we should control the system of rewards for haiku, something that we've done quite poorly in the past. For instance, you would think that the top monetary prize in a haiku contest would be awarded by a haiku organization—but it's not. The top prize is offered by the Samhain Poetry Group, a mainstream poetry organization in Ireland. Prize money offered by haiku organizations is usually scarcely more than nominal. And you might think that the top haiku each year would be the most disseminated around the world. But because the indigenous publications of our island tend to stay on the island and reach only coterie audiences, poems published in non-haiku periodicals such as the Christian Science Monitor and the New York Times receive much greater distribution. It's true that haiku does have such awards for best publications and lifetime service—the Haiku Society of America's Merit Book Awards and the Sora Award. But these are the offerings of only one small group, and are publicized so poorly that often our own inhabitants haven't even heard of the awards, never mind who received them. Clearly we have abdicated authority so far as reward is concerned.

If we were better organized, if we pooled our resources, perhaps we could make more of a collective splash. We would, of course, have to come to more of an agreement as to what we consider excellent, what we consider a fit reward, and how it recognition of such success might be better disseminated. This is asking a lot of us, since we on this island are not essentially political or even joiners. Yet here we are, gathered together, and what we might do as a group is far more powerful than what any one of us might do individually.
Next, we need to have a better sense of our history. We people of Haiku have long had a modest streak, and while this may be personally attractive, the truth is it tends to diminish awareness of our accomplishments. This doesn't mean we don't privately acknowledge the achievements of a John Wills or Raymond Roseliep, but we still have difficulty granting them a similar status to the Japanese masters. In fact, even the word Master is difficult for us to say, especially for fellow islanders still living. But this really works to our disadvantage. In the baseball world, there may be some disagreement about who the best player is: is it Albert Pujols, Barry Bonds, Ichiro Suzuki, Alex Rodriguez? Good arguments could be made for each of them. But absolutely nobody would hesitate to acknowledge them all as masters.

In fact, they are all so good that we can expect each of them to someday be enshrined in the Baseball Hall of Fame. This is a place where only the best of the best will be commemorated, along with the history of the game and the paraphernalia attendant upon it. Inclusion here is the attainment of a dream first held by its recipients when they were at the bottom rung of that pyramid, in their infant days in the sport. It is the ultimate incentive and the ultimate attainment the sport has to offer.
Our island has nothing like this, so what may the natives of Haiku seek? Well, many things, of course: education, publication, travel, fame, literary acknowledgment, mastery. All these things might be embodied by a Haiku Hall of Fame. We have the beginnings of such things: Brooks Books has released two volumes in a series dedicated to preserving the legacy of our best writers. Red Moon Press will release in the next twelve months its first volume in the American Haiku Masters series. And of course there is the American Haiku Archives, and soon a second archive to be founded at Rutgers University. But books, though critically important, are not enough: we need a mental and, preferably, a physical space dedicated to our interest, which houses books, of course, but also commemorates the activities of haiku. Ideally it would be a place where we could walk, think, read, write, meditate, where we might spend some time in pursuit of haiku and which is dedicated to no other activity. No amount of books demonstrates the acknowledged authority of a cause so much as a single building dedicated to its pursuit. This is a dream that can only be realized if enough of us dream it.

And while we need this physical space on our island, we need, too, the mental space in each of us. We need all of us to be conversant, casually and without hesitation, with the masters and the masterstrokes of our cause. We need to be able to quote, immediately and with conviction, and with free explanation, the best haiku we know. We need this as we need to breathe because when the newbies and know-nothings arrive, they will ask. We need to know what it is we know, and we need to impart it with authority.
These are things we can put in place now, before the bridge is built, and simpler for that. After all, haiku, too, are bridges, means to help others cross over to where we ourselves have crossed. The more we have in place, the more certain the landscape of the island, the more certain will be our command of the situation.

When we greet people at the bridge—and I do suggest we greet them—we should be ready to recognize all the different forms of haiku as part of our domain. We should be as inclusive as possible. We should make everyone who has ever put pen to paper and called the result haiku welcome, acknowledge that they are one of the tribe, admit them to the island as full-fledged-members. We lose nothing by doing this, and gain everyone's good will from the start.
But this doesn't mean that we have to abandon our standards of excellence. Critical to this general welcome is that we behave in a fashion that is authoritative, that welcomes all efforts but which is capable of telling Little League from Major League haiku. This is not difficult for us islanders—in fact, we do it all the time. Who amongst us has not decried the poor work we see in the popular media and public places as inferior to what we see regularly in the haiku journals? Even so, let us embrace all this work, good and bad, recognize it as haiku indeed, but let us keep for our own domain the understanding of quality. Nobody gets to the Big Leagues without working their way up through the minors.

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Which brings me to my final suggestion. If we are to be inclusive, as well as the arbiters of excellence, we must have a firm understanding of just what it is we value. How do we convey, in a way that is clear and without special pleading, those values that make haiku special to those who are new to such things? To answer this question, I've written a book called The Haiku Hierarchy. It's now in the hands of a publisher, and time will tell. The hope is that such a book will be published in time for the first wave of newcomers to read before they cross the bridge. It's a fairly long book, since it has to develop from first principles, which takes time. But because we islanders already share much of what must be said, I can give you a quick overview.

The book is laid out in three parts. The first part begins where it must, when dealing with newbies—it suggests the many things that haiku has been and can be. I avoid an ultimate definition, like the baseball definition, since even today one of you will write a haiku that would not fall within any definition's reach. In lieu of such a definition, I consider the three unfailing elements of every haiku—form, content, and style—as well as the relationship between them. These matters are commonplace for us, so I that's all the time I'll spend on it here.
The second part creates a system of evaluation. Once we recognize a haiku when we see one, we'd like to know just how good it is: is it worth the study of newbies and others, or not? In order to answer this question, I've created a scale that helps make such evaluations. In the book I go into some considerable detail and with numerous examples, but here I'll just give you an overview.

The scale is laid out in three parts—one each for the three elements form, content and style—with a bonus section for special considerations. It's possible to score from zero to three points in each part—zero for not using an element or using it incorrectly, one for ordinary usage, two for usage that has a significant impact on the poem, and three for usage that has a significant impact on the genre. Take form, for instance—it may be simple to decide if a poem has seventeen syllables or not, or is in a short-long-short structure, or any of the other normative models. It's more difficult to assess whether the form chosen is the most suitable one for that particular poem, and more difficult yet to decide what effect this usage might have on genre-wide practice. Content is much harder than form to evaluate, and style, which includes technique, word choice, image order, sensibility and much more, harder yet. Once each element is considered, we total the points of the three categories and so arrive at a numerical rating.

Matsuo Basho (1644-1694)
To illustrate how this works, let's take an example:
kare-eda ni karasu no tomari keri aki no kure

Autumn evening;
A crow perched
On a withered bough.

© Basho (trans. R. H. Blyth, Haiku Volume 3, p. 898)

We all know this poem, and most would agree it's a masterpiece. I refer, of course, to the Japanese original, not necessarily the translated version. But the English poem is the only version most of us know. How do these two versions fare in the rating system?
Had we come to this from Part 1 of the book, we would have no difficulty identifying these poems as haiku because we would now recognize their form—both in three lines, one of the accepted norms, though neither is 5-7-5. The Japanese version is an erratic, turning up as a 5-9-5, for a total of 19, on. Blyth's version is not even short-long-short. Still both are easily identified, seeming simply to be making use of predetermined norms and filling them in, more or less accurately.

In the English version, the enjambment seems to work in the usual fashion—in fact, it makes an active verb of “perched” where it might be read as passive if the second line was simply “A crow”. But there is no particular surprise or resonance generated by this activation, or from delaying the appearance of the final image. This is a more or less garden-variety haiku in form, and it receives one point in this category—recognizable and competent, not more. The same is true of the original—since the norms for this style of verse were well established by the time Basho wrote it, there was no great loss by varying the count to accommodate clearer meaning. His readers would still recognize it as a hokku. We'll grant this one point as well.
In terms of content they are also recognizably haiku—they are nature poems, one of the accepted norms. They use a season word—in fact, name a season—a second norm. Most importantly, the images of the poems speak readily with one another. This sympathetic relating of image to image—in short, the content—is the original's greatest immediate and emotional appeal, and these images work as well in English as they do in Japanese. There is something almost universal in the bleakness conjured here. This might be seen a greater accomplishment in the original, but the translator did find terms to communicate this same affect, so we'll not quibble. Both poems receive twos for content.

This leaves style, and there is much to consider. To begin we note that the poems use what has become the gold standard of technique for haiku, juxtaposition. This is, no doubt, the basis for the poem's success in English. When we consider the other elements the translator has used, we don't note any particularly outstanding attributes. The way the poem is set out is a bit prosaic: setting, full stop; activity, enjambed line but with no real energy to it, phrase for enhancement. In fact, it is like many thousands of other haiku we may find around the world. The English version here again merits one point.
But the Japanese version is quite different. For one thing, the order of events is reversed: here in the original it is the leafless branch we first see, then the crow, and only at the end is the season made explicit. A more accurate translation might be something like “on a leafless branch a crow alights—autumn evening.” And in this version, by withholding the seasonal aspect until the end, the poet lets the full impact of the scene flow into the reader's imagination first, so we already have a sense of bleakness before we know the season or time of day. In this context, that “autumn night” feels like the hand of doom, and the effect is magnified many times over.

But that's not the poet's only stylistic achievement. He also piles up the “k” and “r” sounds—kare, karasu, tomari, keri, aki, kure—like a knocking at the door (which would bring Poe to mind in our culture). This very effective alliteration heightens the impact of the poem, something that is entirely missing from the translation. Basho's original poem gets a full three in the technique category, one of the reasons it is so highly esteemed.
But there is something more to this poem, too, which helps raise it above so many others. This is a singularly important poem in terms of Basho's style. Heretofore he had composed most of his verse in the Danrin style that is characterized by puns and wit. This poem, a serious, refined and evocative poem relying on images and emotion, is a renunciation of that style, and the beginning of shofu, the poet's mature style of composition. So this poem receives an extra point for its value in terms of the history of haiku.

And there's more yet: in this poem, Basho alludes to waka and Chinese poems from earlier eras, a heretofore uncommon inclusion that was to mark much of his later poetry and have a lasting effect on the way the genre was pursued. So let's add another point for that.
When we add it all up, we find that Blyth's poem is a four: one for form, two for content, one for style. This is quite a good score, and if we looked through the contemporary journals we would find many poems with much the same feel and accomplishment. This is partly because we have learned so much from Blyth that has elevated the standard of our writing. But the Japanese poem is so much more, and the scale reveals this: a full eight—one for form, two for content, three for style, and two bonus points for innovative additions to the genre. We can see the esteem in which this poem is held is justified.

By way of contrast let's consider a poem originally written in English and not considered a classic. How about this one:
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.

© David Dixon

Actually, this poem is quite famous in its own domain, one of the Big Blue Haiku that were ubiquitous on the internet at the end of the 80s. Of course it's a haiku—its form is unmistakable. So how does it rate on the scale?
If you're like me, this is something of an acid test. If a classic Basho poem in translation scores four on this scale, we would want this poem, which is obviously so much less, to score less well. If they are close, then the scale is not well adjusted. So let's see.

Form: anything special about it? I would say no, it uses one of the accepted norms, in this case the 5-7-5. But it doesn't use it innovatively or to greater purpose. It's just used in the “that's what a haiku's supposed to look like way, which gets it one point.
Content: pleasant and funny enough to agree that it actually has content, though it's far from classical in its aspirations. But still, one point.

Style: anything here? Not that I can see in terms of technique, word choice, or word order—it's just prose arranged to meet the syllable requirement. And though it is possible to argue that it is possessed of a sensibility, in that it elicits a geek ethos commensurate with the time and conditions of its creation, I think this is a stretch, and would have to say no, and give it a zero in this category.
Summing up, then: that would be two points. And this, I probably don't need to point out, is where most such poems are going to end up. This seems fair: it took a great deal more talent and vision to come up with kare-eda ni than it did to come up with “Three things are certain.” It's only right, and a relief, that the scale make this obvious. Once we can recognize and rank haiku, and have looked at a few hundred of them, we begin to recognize types. These types constitute the Haiku Hierarchy. The Haiku Hierarchy is the organization of haiku poets into achievement levels—it recognizes the Little Leagues and Minor Leagues and Major Leagues of haiku, and is ultimately the basis for our own Haiku Hall of Fame.

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Like baseball, the Haiku Hierarchy is a pyramid, and like baseball, the vast majority of its participants will play on these lowest, broadest levels. Like baseball, each successive step is characterized by its greater degree of difficulty, and effectively winnows out those who cannot perform at the higher level. And like baseball, only a very few at any given time will be seen to be performing at the very highest level.

The Haiku Hierarchy is divided into seven levels. The first three are grouped together by the fact that they are each concerned with the acquisition of a single element: the first with form, the second, content, and the third, style. The resulting poems we may consider T-ball or Little League haiku. As we all started here, we should recognize our own journey toward mastery in these first efforts.
If you think back, you'll recollect how complicated haiku seemed at first, how many rules there were, how uncertainty dogged our every move. We first encounter haiku as a series of problems to be solved, and so I call this first stage Haiku as Problem. Whether we are self-taught or have a teacher, a goodly amount of our time is first spent considering other matters—counting, observing, vocabulary, syntax, and so on. If a little poetry sneaks into the poem as well, so much the better. All things considered, it's not really a bad way to start—it provides very concrete goals that can be objectively met. And after all, it didn't hinder any of us from learning more.

Here's a haiku composed by a fourth grade class following a lesson plan:
A tree? A moose? Which?
Crooked antlers? Thick branches?
Clumsy movement—moose!

We can imagine that lesson plan without ever having seen it: “write a poem in three-lines, the first line containing 5 syllables, the second 7 and the third 5 more. If you can, use images from nature. Write it in the present tense. And the class has solved this set of problems, and not without a certain charm, though utterly without anything we might call poetry. It's simply an exercise in problem. A quick evaluation using the rating scale will recognize this general lack of quality: 1 for form, a generous 1 for content, zero for technique, a total of 2. This sort of poem is just what we would expect from an introductory lesson on haiku in grade school. Of course it isn't only the young who write such poems, merely the young in haiku.
If haiku is a series of problems, why don't we get some help? Why don't we program a computer to learn the form and supply words to create haiku. And of course this has been done. The computer is a whiz at following instructions. One thing we can say with absolute certainty—computer-generated haiku will never receive less than a 1 for form. All such poems will be 5-7-5, with no anomalies. But these poems will never use the form innovatively or strikingly, so they will never receive more than a 1, either. So the rest of their value will have to come from content and style.

Let's look at one:
barbed melody prowls
softly, weakly, gloating queens
flee, excretions flee

I know some of you are wavering out there—this is just terrible. How can it be a haiku? But it is, and most everyone in the world outside this room would accept it as such instantly and without question. It has perfect form. So we must remember to ask the right question, not is it a haiku, but how good a haiku is it.
And the answer, even without the rating scale, is obviously “not very good”. It gets one point for counting to 17 in the right increments, but content? Zero. And style? If we could give negative points, we would. But let's be kind, let's be inclusive. We'll concede this is a haiku, but one of the most primitive sort—a T-ball haiku.

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Nearly all of us begin our haiku journey with these sorts of concerns over form. Once we have a beginning understanding of it, we can consider other matters, such as what we want to put into it. This second level is called Haiku as Point-of-View.

This is easily the most popular form of haiku in the west. It's what the mainstream media, major publishing houses and users of the internet think haiku is. These are “purpose” poems, and the point of view is of central importance. They are playful, often humorous, usually cultish, and once in a very great while, quite good. They are as far removed from art as greeting cards or paint-by-number kits. And they are, of course, 5-7-5s. Here's an example:

I wait for you to
Clean the rugs. Hack! Hack! Here: my
Best hairball to date.

© Deborah Coates, Cat Haiku

We must concede this is perfect form, and also that it adds something: it makes a coherent statement about its subject, in this case from the point of view of a cat. While we may not value this much, it's certainly better than the computer-generated poem. So this is what has been added—an intended perspective. We can evaluate this, and its ilk, rather quickly. Form: 1, for the same reasons as the earlier examples. Content: this is tough, but I'm in a generous mood, so let's say this really is content of a sort, and give it a point. Style: zero. Before even considering the overt personification, consider the endings of lines: very poorly fitted, obviously a line simply ends when the syllable count fills it up. So this poem, and thousands like it, rates a two. It's not much of an accomplishment, and it will make you weep to learn that this example is taken from a book of like poems published by a large New York publishing house. It is intended to be ephemera, and that's just how we'll treat it, a notch above T-ball haiku, but really Little League stuff.
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Achieving the next level requires some knowledge of both form and content, and then adds something more to it, the element of style. It's called Haiku as Platform. Poets at this level must be aware of how their efforts will affect their readers and listeners. Audience expectation will generally include that they can count syllables—a poet who performs a haiku at a poetry slam that is not 5-7-5 is in jeopardy of being eliminated immediately simply on that basis. So we must allow these poets to play by the rules that give them a chance to win and not count that against them.
There are many considerations to style in haiku: image order, word choice, content relationship, poetic effect, tone, timbre, rhythm, meter, and so on. To reach the third level, a poet must have something to say and a form in which to say it, but also command of a host of tricks that permit the best possible means of getting it said. This is not dissimilar to the lot of writers anywhere. Here's an example of an award-winning performance haiku by the British punk poet John Cooper Clarke:

To convey one's moods
In seventeen syllables
Is very diffic.
This is a wonderful lampoon of the entire haiku enterprise. It's funny because of its surprise ending, of course, which is incomplete but can't fail to be understood. The poet suggests that counting syllables while baring one's soul is too daunting a task. But the poem works because it is so precisely wrong.

The joke is that the content is at odds with the rigidity of the form, but anyone with the least facility could “fix” it. It is the “diffic” which makes the poem memorable, but it is the “very” which sets it up, and which could be quite easily replaced. What could have been simpler than to have said, for instance, “quite difficult”? Nothing diffic about it at all. It's the style—in this case clever word choice—which makes the poem work.
A further assumption of the poem is worth considering as well: it may be difficult to convey one's moods in seventeen syllables—or not—but the poem presumes that this is the purpose of haiku in general, when in fact this is patently not what his poem is about. Instead it's a statement about process. This is both a problem and point-of-view haiku that uses technique cleverly enough to make us remember it. In fact, it's more closely related to aphorism than classical haiku.

As to a rating—one for form, one for content, two for technique: an unusually good poem of its kind.
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In the book I consider other aspects of style as well as forms in which it occurs—extended narratives using 5-7-5, slam haiku, and so forth. There is something happening here that requires a feel for style, though it's not exactly what we most prize in our own work. Nevertheless, we should acknowledge these skills. It's at this level that haiku might begin to interest an audience, just as baseball starts drawing a crowd not comprised solely of parents by the time it reaches Babe Ruth level.
Each of the first three levels focuses on a single element. The next three begin at this point of embarkation. In order to rise higher on the Haiku Hierarchy, a poet must begin to integrate these elements. This requires practice and usually study, so one's relationship to haiku begins to change. What may have begun as an amusement or a dare now becomes a pursuit of the mind. At this point we must recognize what has worked in our haiku so far—and then we must be willing to throw it out. Only those whose needs have not been met by 5-7-5, a confessional mode and a humorous delivery ever bother to go this far. The remaining levels are for those of us who, having heard of this island, crafted our rafts and set out to find this place, not quite believing the rumors of it to be true.

Once we know haiku is large enough to command our energies and interest we begin a revaluation of its elements, along with a study of how they fit together. This shifts haiku from a populist toss-off to a possible poetry.
Each of the next three stages is achieved by following a process. If, for instance, the standard form for haiku when we arrive at the fourth level is 5-7-5, the standard as we're leaving is that there is no standard. It's not enough to arrive at the conclusion that syllables are different than on, and that something shorter in English gives a closer approximation to a haiku in Japanese, etc. etc. This is no less a knee-jerk reaction than 5-7-5. At these next levels, we must consider each poem individually and create the form and content and style that best reveals it.

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Level 4 is called Haiku as Practice. Finding the form that serves each poem best is its basic goal, and once the popular default is seen to be unessential, the range of possibilities is as varied as one's imagination. Even so, there are a few formats which have had greatest usage, and which might be considered norms of the genre. These include the 5-7-5, of course, but also the short-long-short, the 2-3-2, the one-liner, the organic form, and the free form. I discuss each of these in the first part of the book, but as you are all conversant with them I won't here.

The sole purpose of form is to deliver the poem most effectively to the audience. Sometimes one form performs this function better than another. Consider, for example, this poem:

A bright red apple
On the apple's topmost bough —
And a cardinal.

I doubt anyone will argue greatness for this poem, though it did find a publisher. I chose it because it's a very common sort of poem, one we've seen many times in more or less this same package. Later, this poem was reformatted and became

an apple
on the topmost bough

The only justification for this change would be that the new format improves the poem. Does it?
To save time, let's agree the content is identical. And let's ignore the small technical advantage the latter holds for the moment. The real question before us is, is the poem better for having dropped its adjectives and conjunction, and so lost its syllable count?

Both versions are easily visualized. In the first version, however, no doubt is left as to the time of year: it must be autumn, since we are told the apple is bright red in the very first line. In the second version, because the adjectives are missing, the reader is not immediately certain what time of year it is. This omission, combined with dropping the conjunction and article in the third line, creates an ambiguity that serves the poem well, since the linking of the fruit and the bird becomes subtler and more surprising. In the original version, it is more of a list, while in the later version a truer juxtaposition is attained. In this instance, then, it appears the change in form was a definite improvement, though the poem's success remains modest.
To quickly evaluate them: the original gets one for form, one for content and a grudging one for style for a total of three; the rewritten poem claims two for form, one again for content and style, despite the clever technique of the hinged second line, which allows the poem to be read top to bottom or vice versa, for a total of four. In brief, an ordinary poem, one of hundred such poems we see in the journals, somewhat improved by a closer consideration of form.

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If the fourth level marks the new understanding of and emphasis on form, the fifth level is characterized by a similar emphasis on content. This is called Haiku as Pathway.

Haiku are not just patterns of words—haiku are about something. But what? When we're beginners, they're about anything we want them to be, and usually about ourselves. Along the way we are taught something of the tradition, wherein most haiku have been about nature and our relationship to it, and that the poet rarely appears directly in the poem.
Entering level 5 we might believe that haiku need to follow these rules to be the kind of haiku we find in books. These books create a poetic space in the mind, and cherry blossoms and the cries of deer are the topics to be found in this space. Not surprisingly, we try our hand at these topics, possibly even with success. Nevertheless, the result is an imitation of haiku. The process of level five is to move beyond this inherited content and into personal content out of our own lives.

For example, consider these poems:

A glistening crown
Of blossoming cherry trees earth
In the pale moonlight.

where the sky
the thunder

Both of these poems were published within the past ten years by poets in Croatia, a country that during this time has been at war and undergoing “ethnic cleansing” on its own soil. We may consider these works to be reactions to these circumstances.
The first poem can be read at least three ways. We can take it to be an hommage, recreating a particular ethos which calls upon an earlier time to set the stage for more current work. We can read it as irony, a knowing wink at an earlier time when literary convention was so precious that poets were restricted to matters such as the blooming of the trees when civil war threatened their lives. This could be seen as a close parallel to the poet's own circumstances. Or we can take it at face value—it's a poem about cherry blossoms written by a 21st century poet as though this were a new insight.

From all indications the poet means to have us read it straight, as though he were a Japanese poet of the 16th century, or an imitative American poet of the 1960s. The fact that alternative readings are available arises directly from the imitative quality of the poem. If such a poem invites confusion, we are well entitled to question its strategy. A great deal of trust must be granted a poet to make something significant of such work, and the poet much work that much harder to earn it. And of course there is the very real possibility he will not.
Compare this with the second poem that also is grounded in natural imagery. Here the response seems to be more local, direct and original, the result being a much more powerful evocation of the poet's specific circumstance. Instead of falling back upon imitation, the poet has found his own voice to express his emotion and experience. The result is a memorable evocation of the poet's experience rather than a masking of that experience through tropes and tradition. Moving from the imitative to the evocative is exactly what the fifth level is about.

There are many other things to say about moving from expected to real content, and in the book I address these matters. Worth noting here is the overcoming of cultic content, especially the zen-inspired poems that have held such sway in western haiku for its first century. Incorporating zen, or any other religious or philosophic or political content, into haiku asks it so serve two masters: itself and poetry, with the usual result being that neither is served adequately. Even Zen haiku's greatest advocate, R. H. Blyth, wrote “I understand Zen and poetry to be practically synonyms, but . . . if there is ever imagined to be any conflict between Zen and the poetry of haiku, the Zen goes overboard; poetry is the ultimate standard. (Haiku Vol. 1, p. 7) This is certainly good advice to poets who are interested in determining the furthest reaches of where haiku can be taken.
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So we come to the sixth level, which I call Haiku as Plan. It's process is the recognition and overcoming of stylistic defaults we may have picked up on our haiku journey. Style is a very potent element in haiku, as in all art—if we think of form as the shell of the poem, and content as the filling, style is the glue that binds the materials together into a cohesive whole.
There are many contributors to style, and we've mentioned a few of them: word choice, image order, punctuation and enjambment, and so on. Again, I deal with them at length in the book, but will mention here only technique. When we first arrive at this level likely the only technique of which we might be aware is juxtaposition. Juxtaposition holds a deserved place of reverence in the haiku world, but to reduce all haiku to its action is to consider haiku a one-trick pony. More than twenty kinds of tools have been identified as the agencies behind some of the best haiku in the language. Consider for example:

my head in the clouds in the lake

©Ruby Spriggs

This technique is called imagistic fusion, and its particular shorthand is perfectly gauged for the effect the poet had in mind. What if she had instead written, to be more in keeping with simple juxtaposition:
my head
in the clouds—the clouds
in the lake

Not bad—the content is good to begin with. But much of the effect, the vigor, the poetry would be lost by adherence to the wrong tool.

Credits: Clouds
There are thousands more, of course, and you've read and enjoyed them without necessarily thinking about how they worked. In fact, we generally resist explanation, lest we discharge its magic. But this is not magic, and knowing how the trick is done does not diminish poetry's charge. If anything, it deepens the mystery.

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Okay, you've worked your way through the minor leagues. You've acquired the basic skills. You've put in the time studying. You've moved through the processes past default expectations. You're ready to engage haiku on its highest level—you're ready for Haiku as Poetry. Not everyone who aspires to this level will achieve it, because it's not just a matter of knowing all there is to know—you also have to have the gift.

The level-seven chapter of the book is largely a compilation of poems that have all the attributes of mature haiku as well as that frisson, which more than carry them into the realm of mastery. No poem exactly follows any formula of haiku. In each case the poet has made choices from among the range of possibilities to maximize effect. Lesser poets might have needed to match a syllable count, or include a season word, or use an appropriate topic, or stick to juxtaposition. The venturing into the unexpected is part of what makes these poems great.

on this cold

           spring    1

      2    night   3   4




©  Marlene Mountain

second husband
painting the fence
the same green

© Carol Montgomery

pruning roses
not making money
not spending it

© William Ramsey

another dream beside me in your own

© Jeff Witkin

losing its name
a river
enters the sea

© John Sandbach

why go there
when it's here now?
the Cage exhibit

© R. Grey (USA)

under the pier,
the sea roars in —
a woman, a man

© Jack Galmitz (USA)

When the bridge is built and the waves of newbies arrive upon our shores, show them these poems, but not only these poems. Save these for last. Once they've had the opportunity to learn of other poems, successes and failures, they'll be readier to appreciate the poetry contained here.

Credits: Bridge
So that's what I propose. Let's take charge of haiku, the whole enterprise of it. Let's do a better job of knowing our stuff, of knowing what's great in and about it, of teaching it, of promoting it and bringing to the lives of those who have so far only heard rumors of it, or been exposed only to its minor leagues. The bridge could open any time.

Thank you for your kind attention.

Jim Kacian

Winston-Salem, NC
13 August 2008

PS.: All the haiku used in this article by Jim Kacian are copyrighted, copyrights belong to the haiku-poets as mentioned after the poems.
PPS. : This article is published with permission of Jim Kacian