Archive for September, 2013

Haiku Poet, Editor and Publisher Jim Kacian Interviewed by Merry Gangemi at Women Stirred Radio, Goddard College, VT

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Jim Kacian, Poet, Editor, Publisher Interviewed at “Women Stirred Radio” WGDR, Goddard College, VT

Looting the Pension Funds | Portside

Illustration by Victor Juhasz

Looting the Pension Funds | Portside.

Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band YOKO ONO PLASTIC ONO BAND – WATCHING THE DAWN / SoundCloud

Yoko Ono Plastic Ono Band YOKO ONO PLASTIC ONO BAND – WATCHING THE DAWN.

Donna Fleischer’s Selected Haiku / The Haiku Foundation

Donna Fleischer

Poet Details: The Haiku Foundation

Poets & Writers

Winter Pond by Jang Seok-Nam

WINTER POND

I walk across a frozen pond.
Here is where the water-lilies were.
Under here was the black rock where the catfish would hide.
Occasionally a cracking sound as if it is splitting
as love grows deeper.

All the irises are bent over.
My shoulders, knees, feet, that all summer long I saw reflected, sitting on this rock, have frozen like the irises.
They too show no sign of having watched the reflection of something before this.
Although the fourteenth-day moon comes in its course, icily
all remain silent.

Suppose someone comes along,
loud steps treading on the pond,
and addresses me anxiously, saying:
“This is where I used to be.”
“This is where that star used to come.”

Jang Seok-Nam
(translated from Korean by Brother Anthony of Taize)

AVALANCHE by 石垣りん Ishigaki Rin, English version by Scott Watson

AVALANCHE

The people,
the time has come they say,

there’s an avalanche, so they say
avalanche season has come.

When we lay down our arms–
that pledge of permanence–that purified heart–
that kept out the forces of the world’s fighting countries–
we were a hibernal people living in a small way.
Even with many restrictions
we found life good.

Peace.
Peace at last.
Peace, a one-colored, silver world.
Yes peace, the word
over this Japan’s diminished lands,
a powdery snowdance
that in abundance fell and lay.

Mending socks,
knitting, hands rest at times
and I gaze out, sigh,
here there are no more bombs bursting, no more
reg glare, and think this way of life
suits me better
than to struggle
for global supremacy.

That, past, was a flash.
Before the stack of firewood was out the people
were astir.
Time’s come, they say, you
can’t change the season.
Snow’s already stopped.

Under the snow
look! Ambition’s hidden buds,
deception, greed. . . .
That’s the way life goes, blows. Helpless–
that one word off a far cliff
plunges, raising all the land’s snow,
bellowing Helpless! Helpless! Helpless!

Oh, that avalanche, that word progressively
gains force as it spreads and distance closes.

I can hear it.
I can hear it.

 

by 石垣りん Ishigaki Rin
English version by Scott Watson

“The English version appears in ATLANTIC REVIEW, in a special issue entitled ASIA,
Spring / Summer 2002. I forget how many years ago the original was written, but Ms. Ishigaki’s words ring so prophetic now. Thanks to Taylor Mignon for his editing of the Asia portion of that issue. . . .”  — SW

Jeffrey Woodward: Evening in the Plaza / Issa’s Untidy Hut:

Issa’s Untidy Hut: Jeffrey Woodward: Evening in the Plaza – Small Press Friday.

spring fever . . . by Saša Važić, Sakura Award, 2013 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational / NeverEnding Story

spring fever . . .

the cherry tree blooming

elsewhere

Saša Važić

Sakura Award, 2013 Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival Haiku Invitational

NeverEnding Story: Butterfly Dream: Spring Fever Haiku by Saša Važić.

the pale pink – by Donna Fleischer / Vancouver Cherry Blossom 2011 Haiku Invitational

the pale pink –

cherry petals touching

tip to tip

Donna Fleischer
Vancouver Cherry Blossom 2011 Haiku Invitational
Honourable Mention Recipient

earth day by Donna Fleischer / Vancouver Cherry Blossom 2013 Haiku Invitational

earth day
the knell
of cherry blossoms
                                  

Donna Fleischer
Honourable Mention Recipient
Vancouver Cherry Blossom 2013 Haiku Invitational