From My Haiku Notebook, March 2009

World Haiku Review, Volume 7, Issue 1, March 2009

From My Haiku Notebook

A New Feature

Introduction

This is a new feature of World Haiku Review. It will provide a showcase where an individual poet can voice his/her individual thoughts and present works accordingly without the editor’s interference. So, there will be no selection or judging on the part of the editor whose job is reduced to such menial tasks as cleaning the glass of the showcase, making sure that right labels are in place, dusting the exhibit from time to time, attracting viewers and audience etc. (Let me hasten to add that selection of poets is the editor’s job!) On the other hand, invited poets in this feature will be ‘unprotected’ by editorial help and exposed to danger as they reveal their thoughts and show their works at their own responsibility and also at their own peril.

Some may say that any poet can do it through his/her own website or magazine. But that is different because it is SUBJECTIVE and could be self-serving, or at least taken to be such by viewers. This new feature FROM MY HAIKU NOTEBOOK is to solve the dilemma, or to try to strike the right balance between editor’s objectivity and authors’ subjectivity.

Indeed, poets like the featured haijin in this issue, John W. Sexton, do not need any editor to tell him what he should or should not do. This is because he knows it in his authority and pride (in a good sense) as a poet. However, this is still SUBJECTIVE. Also, such authority and pride should be genuine ones. On the other hand, the editor should also maintain his/her authority and pride (in a good sense) as someone with critical eyes and the ability to look at anyone’s works OBJECTIVELY. Poets and editors need each other for better poems to be born.

What and how the featured poets say or show will be entirely up to them, except for certain style or abusive language which will be subject to scrutiny. However, if they frankly share their struggle, difficulty or problems in haiku-writing as well as showing what they think are good haiku poems, that will help others enormously. Also, if they share some of their efforts for innovative works and experimental pursuit, that would add to the value of the new feature. Simply put, FROM MY HAIKU NOTEBOOK is something like the case of an artist inviting someone in his studio and showing his/her latest efforts and struggles in a raw, unadulterated and primeval manner.

Featured Poet in this issue:

John W. Sexton

I am showing several one-line modernist haiku, as well as some children’s / teen haiku, plus several renhai and poems that were first composed for the WHCpoems-for-children forum on the Internet. The idea of the forum is to investigate new approaches in children’s poetry influenced by haiku and minimalist techniques. The work shown in that section contains poetry for both pre- and mid-teens. All poems shown are mine.

John W. Sexton

County Kerry

Republic of Ireland

1: Seven assorted haiku (General section, adults)

walking the stilts

of her long-legged shadow -

winter night

only darkness in the clear sky crows

spring forest losing its consciousness of snow

human shadow immortal fossil hiroshima

universe ant star everything is nothing to entropy

worms eating their shape into the dark

burnt moth will light from this candle ever reach the stars?

2: Six assorted haiku for children and teens.

Going nowhere

in circles of here -

carousel horse

a snail up his

own merry-go-round

tunnel

a dog pees

the snowman's feet

yellow

frosted stiff

on the washing line -

dad's boiler suit

we tread wild mint -

sudden flies swarm

from a cow-pat

whirligig beetles -

drafting their crazy math

of circles

3: Five solo Renhai originally composed for the WHCpoems-for-children forum for younger readers and teens. The forum was originally set up with a view to looking at new approaches to children’s poetry influenced by haiku and minimalist techniques.

Renhai: A short linked form created by Vaughn Seward in 2007 and currently being developed in collaboration with other haiku poets. A three-verse poem, each verse linked by an overall theme as well as each verse linking with the one previous. The final verse must back-link to verse one.

Dark

A Solo Renhai

Midnight -

radiators on, the house

talks to itself.

Dark stones bright after rain -

Blackbirds peck sopping moss.

Wringing the rag

takes three vicious twists -

a clean car.

Not

A Solo Renhai

No, not moths -

gently one by one

snowflakes land.

Snowman thinner, thinner -

a good carrot-nose for the chop.

Smiling moon –

loft room, bare bulb lit

with moonlight.

Furthest

A Solo Renhai

Empty?

Kitten’s head lodged in

the tin can.

Spitting apple pips furthest –

ladder’s top hid with branches.

Shy earwig -

stowaway from the

grocery bag.

Own Up

A Solo Renhai

Moth wings

in the spider’s web –

but no moth.

Wheat heads stripped on stalks -

katydids own up their names.

Humming fruit -

an engine in the apple

pours out wasps.

Begin

A solo Renhai

Morning gossip

at the garden fence -

chat of sparrows.

Blind mouselings snug

in the wood shavings.

White cat -

leaf shadows stippled

on its back.

4: Five poems for children and teens, originally composed for the WHCpoems-for-children forum, influenced by haiku and minimalist techniques.

Jack Smoke

waits around

for things

to hot up

lingers

on a blown

match

goes grey

and thin

up the chimney

not

much to him

on a windy day

comes into his own

at the end

of a flame

can wear

the outside

of your jumper

Old Lady Frinkens

Old Lady Frinkens

sits mumbling

to the holes in her gloves

smoky cats

the colour of her cardigan

sleep at her feet

her skin is yellow

but her eyes

still shine like rain

Old Lady Frinkens

strides through the sky

in her magic boots

her long silver heels

pierce the waves

keep her dry above the sea

she’s old and batty

and her false teeth

are still in their glass

but she guards

the gate to the west

where giants loiter

Gutter Mutter

sparrows troubling

the guttering

for insect grit

bits of wings

half-bodies

bugs long dead

sparrows twittering

a water-song

in the dry bed

Things to See and Do

with an Autumn Leaf

You can find

misshapen windows

in their broken frames;

skeletal veins

like the bones

of fish;

remnants

resembling the rungs

of ladders -

all in this

rotted, mottled

leaf.

It's a brittle page

of see-through

words,

a crumble

of dust

in your fist,

a scattering

of grey confetti

for a snail's wedding.

In the Beginning, Woodlouse

Woodlouse

sloughs its skin onto the sky:

Moon is born.

On the way down,

Woodlouse tears holes in the night:

stars become.

Woodlouse

rolls into a ball:

dreams it’s the Earth.

Woodlouse:

sleeps through the everything

of was to is.

About the Featured Poet:

John W. Sexton lives in the Republic of Ireland. He is a haikuist, poet, short story writer, dramatist, children’s novelist, radio scriptwriter and broadcaster. He has published three collections of poetry, including one of haiku, Shadows Bloom / Scáthanna Faoi Bhláth, with translations into Irish by Gabriel Rosenstock (Ireland, 2004). His individual haiku and haibun have been published in most of the leading haiku journals.

He created and wrote The Ivory Tower for RTE radio, which ran to over one hundred half-hour episodes, and gained a cult following amongst both children and adults. His novels based on this series, The Johnny Coffin Diaries and Johnny Coffin School-Dazed are both published by The O’Brien Press, and have been translated into Italian and Serbian. He has also recorded an album with legendary Stranglers frontman, Hugh Cornwell, entitled Sons of Shiva, which has been released on Track Records. He is a past nominee for The Hennessy Literary Award and in 2007 he was awarded a Patrick and Katherine Kavanagh Fellowship in Poetry.

For the past two years he’s been engaged in two personal haiku experiments, one investigating one-line haiku, the other looking at new approaches to children’s poetry using haiku and minimalist techniques. The work in this selection reflects these reflects these recent literary preoccupations.