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*  Dogwood Blossoms --  Volume 1, Issue 8 -- June '94          *
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* editor:             Gary Warner     *
* UK correspondant:   Andreas Schoter    *
* revisions editor:   Bill Blohm   *
* special consultant: Gary Gach        *
* nihongo editor:     Nori Matsui           *
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Dogwood Blossoms, is an often-monthly 8-) publication of the
Internet community.  The goal of this digest is to be a place
where Haiku can be shared and discussed with other lovers of the
art.  Submissions are encouraged, both of original work,
published work by other authors, and comments and critiques of
works in previous issues.  Articles of "short essay" length are
also welcome.

When you subscribe, please volunteer any haiku you would like to
see discussed, indicating if it is published or original...
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indicating so.  In this issue:


   I. Administrivia (you're there now!)
  II. A Note from the Editor
 III. Original Haiku by our subscribers
  IV. Haiku in the Big City
   V. Haiku from LOGOS
  VI. From the Literature: Japanese Death Poems
 VII. The Beginner's Corner
VIII. Haiku in the Schools
  IX. Review: On Love and Barley- Andreas Schoter
   X. Review: Bug Haiku - Debbie Blohm
  XI. Review: The Story of Mist - Chuck Easter
 XII. Assignments for Next Issue

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II.  Editor's Note
*************************************************************
  A few items of business this month before we get into the
  magazine.

  First, thank you for all the kind words and curious inquiries
  during the absent April and May issues.  Work and other
  commitments got in the way, yet somehow the magazine
  continued to grow.  We now have 310 subscribers!  Apologies
  to any to whom I did not reply.  Please try again now that
  I can breathe...

  Archives?  We now have an FTP site, courtesy of David J Leitko,
  and the beginnings of a WWW/Mosaic Server on my machine.  For
  FTP, try:

     ftp ftp.netcom.com
     cd  /pub/dvd/haiku

  for Mosaic, try:

     http://199.20.16.10/homepage.htm
     and go to the Dogwood Blossoms section...


  Last month I asked for people to identify the poem which
  was inadvertently "haikuized" from a Finnish translation.
  The poem was Wallace Stevens' "The Snowman"...here is the
  "haikued" first stanza, and the entire poem as provided
  by several subscribers:

 one needs winter's mind           Tarvitaan talven mieli
 to view the mantle of snow        katsomaan kylmÎn ja lumen kuorta
 on evergreen boughs               mÎntypuun oksilla.
                                         w.stevens
    THE SNOW MAN

    One must have a mind of winter
    To regard the frost and the boughs
    Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

    And have been cold a long time
    To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
    The spruces rough in the distant glitter

    Of the January sun; and not to think
    Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
    In the sound of a few leaves,

    Which is the sound of the land
    Full of the same wind
    That is blowing in the same bare place

    For the listener, who listens in the snow,
    And, nothing himself, beholds
    Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
    --------------

    Wallace Stevens (1921)

    Full text was FIRST provided by Marisa Januzzi
    (jma5@columbia.edu) who recommends the collection _The Palm
    at the End of the Mind_ and "13 Ways of Looking at a
    Blackbird" for more Stevens.

Last month a haiku quoted from Bits n Bytes magazine was
attributed to Jay Machado. Actually it was Jay quoting from
a great little book called "The Tao of Programming".  Jay
has printed a retraction in his magazine, and this will serve
as the retraction here.  It was an honest mistake.  Thanks to
those who pointed it out.

I have information on several haiku contests, which I will be
sending between-issues, and repeating in Issue 9.  We are
TRYING not to let this magazine get too unwieldly.  If you want
the information sooner, I will be posting it to our FTP site
"soon".

Thank you all for your submissions and patience...we will
once again attempt to resume a monthly schedule!

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III.  Original Haiku from our Subscribers
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(13)    All that remains
        Of the late-March snow:
        White tree-trunk shadows




                              (4)    Cinder-ember sky --
                                       Thunderclouds compete with time
                                         Making daylight die.




        (5)       Hollow bamboo sound;
              Kind breeze moves the leaf aside
                To let the raindrop pass.




(8)    empty silo--
          spring wind pops the metal
             in and out




                               (1)        hoe
                                          still a blade of grass
                                          clings to it



(12)       koi midori               dark green lawn
           madara ni medatsu          Stand out in patches
           haru no niwa               Spring garden




(12)      uzuki naka               In the mid April
          youyaku mebuku          Started to bloom at last
          sakura kana               Oh, cherry blossoms




(12)      harusame ni               In spring rain,
          nuretemo ureshi          They are glad to get wet.
          tori no uta               Bird's songs.




                               (2)    Saturated mist;
                                      Clear jewel on the leafpoint ..
                                      Drip!  The river starts.



(2)   Kizil Irmak *

      Glint of dragonflies
   Here and there, beside the reeds
      Of the Red River




                               (7)     On my fishing log
                                    A beaver's wet belly has
                                    Left a brush stroke there




(2)   Exploring the world
   And yet never far from home:
         Snail crossing my path




                               (7)    I throw some bread crumbs
                                   And the pond which was so still
                                                Boils from hunger




(9)    Breaching in the sun enormous
       Whale singing grace swimming
       In the deep




                             (6)   Great Southern Butte stands
                                   alone on the horizon
                                   the Moon just above



(3)  narrow mountain road
     quicker and scarier
     going back down



                               (13)   Walk home from day care --
                                      My daughter points out to me
                                      Dark side of new moon



(13)       water for tea
           so cold
           burns my finger




                          (11)        Cradled bowl; chawan
                                  Held gently - raising soothing drink
                                      Potters hands touch mine.




(8)  august afternoon--
     ants in the shadow
     of the apple core



                                (8)    a crab apple
                                       from the highest branch
                                       rattles down the rain spout


(4)  Silver streaks
         Among the henna --
              Harvest morning.



                               (2)    Summer's embers blown:
                                      Recalling your delight in
                                      Kicking through these leaves.



(2)   A bathing sparrow
      stirs up flurries
      of fallen leaves.




                                  (10)   wind gathered leaves
                                         on a city sidewalk -
                                         Feet send them flying.


          (1)  cool hudson breeze
               new york --
               a brittle brown leaf



(4)
Ochre aspens quake
 At intimations made by
  Each rapacious flake

                            (4)   A squat arroyo
                                   Carving redly through the sage
                                    Gorged on potential.



(4)  Cholla white with snow;
      An icy hope sifts down like
       Inverted shadow.



                             (2)   Winter comes:
                                   Books piled a foot high
                                   By my bedside





(1)  Chuck Easter  
(2)  Philip Adams 
     * Kizil Irmak is the Turkish name for the river in
       Cappadocia,  red from flowing through clay-rich soil.

(3)  Mykel Board 
(4)  Charles Trumbull 
(5)  GMCDONAL@delphi.com
(6)  Bill Blohm
(7)  Brian Kokensparger 
(8)  Michael Dylan Welch 
     * august afternoon
       Published in "Collected Volume of Winning Verses," Itoen
       Tea Company, Tokyo, Japan, 1993; honourable mention in the
       1993 Itoen Tea Company haiku contest; apparently, winning
       and honourable mention poems are printed on cans of Itoen
       iced tea in Japan (in English and Japanese).

     * a crab apple
       Published in "Brussels Sprout" Vol.  X, No.  1, January
       1993, p.  18 as part of "A Gnat in Amber," a renga with
       Paul O.  Williams.

     * empty silo
       Published in "Modern Haiku" Vol.  XXII, No.  2, June 1991,
       p.  82 and in the "Midwest Haiku Anthology", Brooks Books,
       Decatur, Illinois, 1992, p.  103; also published in
       "Woodnotes" #15, Winter 1992, p.  33.

(9)  Tom Towle 's daughter
        Cassandra Apodaca, eight years old, after seeing
        whales from a boat on a fieldtrip
(10) Dean Scott 
(11) DAVID MCBETH 
(12) Nori Matsui 
(13) Tom Frenkel 

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IV.  Haiku in the Big City
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(Gar-note:  Last month our feature article on haiku and
  senryu by Gary Gach lead us to the topic of "Haiku in
  the Big City".  Many of our subscribers submitted their
  own works in that area.  Thanks for the response!)
  (BTW, the author numbering scheme from previous article is
   continued here)

 (14)     Empty morning streets
          Cold path to the castle
          Castle colder still



                                (5)     Burnt rubber, cold steel;
                                         Back alley museums for
                                           Big City fossils.


(10)    a dog turns over
    a trash can to get at scraps -
        The city awakes.


                              (16)        behind the dumpster
                                    crushed beercans and used condoms
                                      -- highschool parking lot



(4)    Sparrow arguments
         in that boxwood bush outdo
           even city sounds.



                               (2)     Pedestrians pass
                                       Unconcernedly by the
                                       Hammering alarm.


(18) The IRT roars
        Overhead the sun blinks
            People cease talking



                           (4)   Dandelions --
                                  golden, silver heads
                                   await the El.



(17)   On the slag ridge:
       Pink-topped green sprouty things.
       Surely not weeds.




                            (17)  Opportunities
                                      in the creases of the roofs
                                      plants spring up.


(3)    city street sunflowers
       facing
       away from the sun



                              (5)     Tribes of marching ants
                                  Follow trails in lost ice cream;
                                   Pearl streams guide them home.



      (15)   onna no ko        young women
            ujauja deteru     shopping in swarms
             haru ga kita     spring has come




                               (17)  The roar of the surf
                                     Drown the sound of the tannoy --
                                                 Water music.



(17)  Losing its point:
      The spire fades into
      Midday mist.




                               (1)   surrounded by empty hangers
                                     coat check girl alone
                                     this warm spring night


(1)  Chuck Easter  
     * surrounded by empty hangers
     was originally published in Brussels Sprout
(2)  Philip Adams 
(3)  Mykel Board 
(4)  Charles Trumbull 
(5)  GMCDONAL@delphi.com
(10) Dean Scott 
(13) Tom Frenkel 
(14) pierre42@aol.com
(15) IMTG0@cc.uab.es       (translation by Nori Matsui)
     (Gar-note:  I lost the translation to this which Nori
      provided for us.  This is my recreation, which may
      or may not be entirely accurate.  sorry.)
(16) Gary Warner   
(17) Andreas Schoter 
     (Gar-note:  for the non-British, a "tannoy" is a brand
      of speakers or public address systems which has been
      used to refer to all such equipment)
(18) SELKIRK@NIEHSE.BITNET

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V.  Haiku from LOGOS
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From: Ryosuke Suzuki <74570.2160@CompuServe.COM>



gentleyes caton the cushion

          ( an experimental haiku )          Ryosuke Suzuki

my sick aunt
gives me
a strained smile                             Yuri Takai

almost brushing
past a bicycling woman
crow on a hazy morning                       Yoshiko Ono

cold moon
breathing white
on the way home                              Kikuko Kondo

fine rain
spotlights from the sun
on cherry blossoms                           Mikiko Iida

castle moat
floating cherry blossom petals
and a swan                                   Ikuko Sano

a cherry petal
touches
my cheek                                     Katsuhisa Kayanuma

cherry blossoms carried
by the spring night breeze:
lanterns reflected in the moat               Ayako Tanaka

afterglow
behind the mountains
mountains deep red too                       Naoshi Honda

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VI. From the Literature:  Japanese Death Poems
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From: deans12@aol.com

The book "JAPANESE DEATH POEMS Written by Zen Monks and Haiku
Poets on the Verge of Death." was compiled by Yoel Hoffmann.
Publisher, Charles E.  Tuttle Company, Inc..  ISBN 0-8048 1505-4.
Library of Congress Catalog Card No.  85-52347.  Cost $ 17.50.  I
purchased it from the University Bookstore, Seattle, Washington.
Phone number (206) 634-3400.  Sorry I don't have the address but
they are wonderful to deal with over the phone.

BASHO
Died on the twelfth day of the tenth month 1694 at the age of fifty-one.

On a journey, ill:                     Tabi ni yande
my dream goes wandering       yume wa kareno o
over withered fields.                 kakemeguru


BUSON
Died on the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth month, 1783 at the age of
sixty-eight

Of late the nights                      Shiraume ni
are dawning                             akaru yo bakari to
plum-blossom white.                  narinikeri


CHOGO
Died on the third day of the ninth month, 1806 at the age of forty-five

I long for people -                     Hito koishi
then again I loathe them:           hito mutsukashishi
end of autumn.                         aki no kure


CHORI
Died on the nineteenth day of the tenth month, 1778 at the age of
thirty-nine

Leaves never fall                       Uso ni chiru
in vain - from all around             ha mo nashi yomo no
bells tolling.                               kane no koe


ISSA
Died on the nineteenth day of the eleventh month, 1827 at the age of
sixty-five
                                                _
What matter if I live on -             A mama yo
a tortoise lives                            ikite mo kame no
a hundred times as long.             hyaku-bu ichi

*******

From one basin                          Tarai kara
to another -                                 tarai ni utsuru
stuff and nonsense.                     chimpunkan

note:  "Accounts of Issa's death do not indicate that he wrote a death poem;
these two poems are held to be his death poems by popular tradition."


KAEN
Died on the thirteenth day of the ninth month, 1772 at the age of
seventy-five

A back-yard chrysanthemum       Uragiku ya
looked at the setting sun               yuhi ni mukai
and faded.                                  shibominuru


OKANO KIN'EMON KANEHIDE
Died on the fourth day of the second month, 1703 at the age of twenty-four

Over the fields of                         Sono nioi
last night's snow -                        yuki no ashita no
plum fragrance.                           noume kana



SHIKI
Died on the nineteenth day of September, 1902 at the age of thirty-six

The loofah blooms and                 Hechima saite
I, full of phlegm,                           tan no tsumarishi
become a Buddha.                       hotoke kana




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VII. Beginner's Corner
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This article will hopefully become a regular feature of Dogwood
Blossoms.  However, it can not do so unless you beginners
participate.  The purpose of this article is to provide a place
where you can submit a haiku under somewhat controlled conditions
and receive feedback.  By providing the scene, specific comments
can be made regarding your haiku, but comments on other's work
will still help you.  Since you will all be writing about a
provided picture, you will be able to see how different haijin
see the same scene, and be able to apply comments addressed to
them to changes you might have been considering to your own work.

The picture to be written about will be printed every third
issue, beginning with this one.  The next issue will have some
submitted haiku along with the criticism provided.  Whether or no
the haiku is printed as an example in the next issue, every haiku
submitted for this scene will receive constructive criticism by
e-mail, so be sure and include an e-mail address.  The final issue
completing the trilogy will have some of the reworked haiku
along with some final criticisms.  The next issue will start the
next trilogy of articles and will present some of the final
haiku, plus the scene for the next round.

The scene provided will have specific components to set the
scene, but the background details you can fill in if you want to
incorporate additional detail.  For example, this issue's scene
tells you what happened, that there is a waterfall and creek
nearby, that you are eating lunch.  But notice I do not say
whether this is in the woods, plain, mountains, or wherever such
a scene is possible.  If you want to incorporate some additional
detail, and it fits with the kernel provided, by all means feel
free to do so.  But what you include must, of course, be valid:
there is no waterfall, for example, at the top of a mountain.
But you might be able to see mountains in the background.  You
could be sitting on or against a rock, tree, hummock.

The basic rules of haiku apply except for the one that requires
you to have been there yourself.  As a result, these, technically
speaking, are not really haiku at all.  But they will still
provide an excellent learning tool towards writing better haiku.
If you are not sure what these general rules are, please refer to
my article in DB #7 comparing a haiku to a photograph.
Specifically, the following rules will apply, in the language in
which you prefer to compose.  If your native language is other
than English, write the haiku to the 5-7-5 rule in your native
language if you prefer, but please provide an English
translation.  I will try to get a translation if I can, but it
might not always be possible.  By your providing a translation to
work off, I can better tell how you are following the basics of
the haiku.  And your translation is more likely to represent what
you want to say than a translation by someone else.

Rules:
       strict 5-7-5 format is to be followed
       fundamental haiku rules must be followed, except that
           you do not  have to have been there yourself
       any details filled in must be valid for setting
       send your haiku for this to  bblohm@hpbs1686.boi.hp.com
           and put "DB #8 Beginner's Corner" in the subject line.

Scene:

You have hiked for several hours.  Tired, you sit down beside a
stream for a light lunch.  Nearby is a small waterfall.  As you
sit, quietly looking over the stream a small doe cautiously
appears, takes a drink, and leaves.



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VIII. Haiku in the Schools
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From: Gary Warner 

This past weekend I had a great sense of pride, as I watched two
children, from the 1st and 3rd grades, receive awards in the 4th
annual Sakura Festival Haiku Contest, hosted by the University of
Alabama's Japanese program.  The pride was not from the fact that
they were my children, but rather that they were my students.

I wanted to share with our readers the steps which I used to try
and give the children at a local elementary school a proper
introduction to haiku.  If you are a haiku advocate, with some
amount of skill in writing, you may wish to try and duplicate my
efforts in your own school.

Last November, I was discussing with Gary Gach the fact that almost
every elementary student in the country is exposed to haiku as a
simple poetry form that is useful to introduce children to the
concept of poetry.  Children leave school with the idea that any
cluster of words totalling 17 syllables is a haiku, if they
actually learn anything at all.  This is largely because the
teachers, and often the text-book authors, have little
understanding of the subject themselves.  I told him that I thought
it would be great if "one of us" were able to go into the classroom
and give a proper introduction to haiku.  And so I decided to do
so.

I called a local elementary school principal, and made it known
that I was available to offer a one-visit introduction to haiku to
classrooms that would be covering that subject.  She asked that I
arrange a lesson plan and some of my own poetry and meet with her
and the curriculum director for the school.

I put together 10 of my favorite haiku that I had written, and
identified a few "modules" from which teachers could choose to have
the lecture based, depending on how much time they wanted to give
me.  The modules included:

     Haiku readings -- sharing haiku that I have written and their
                         origin as examples
     Haiku form     -- discussing the proper phrasing and content
                         of haiku
     Japanese haiku -- sharing haiku by the Japanese Master, Basho,
                         both in Japanese and in English
                         translation (children enjoy the kanji)
     Haiku lessons  -- leading the children to write haiku
     Contest preparation -- sharing the details of an upcoming
                         contest with the children and providing
                         information to the teacher regarding entry

I was invited back to teach for three days in February, and
lectured in each classroom for between 45 minutes and 75 minutes
depending on the age of the children.  With the younger children,
the emphasis was on the "Haiku Lessons", while with the older
children the Haiku Readings and Haiku Form were emphasized, with
writing left as an exercise for the student.

The basic flow of the lesson went something like this:

Write the kanji for "Haiku" up on the board...if the word Haiku was
already on the board (which it usually was) make a joke about
spelling haiku right.

Use the kanji for haiku as an opportunity to explain the history of
haiku in Japan, and the respect for Basho that is still shown.
(Note: younger children very much enjoy the idea that the most
famous poet is named "Mr. Banana Tree".)

From there, read "furuike ya", in Japanese and explain that haiku
are "word pictures", and that a well-written haiku draws a very
detailed picture.  Translate furuike ya, phrase by phrase, and ask
the children to help you draw a word picture.  For instance, "old
pond".  Ask the children to describe to you the difference between
"old ponds" and "new ponds".  Explain the significance of "kawazu"
indicating the season (spring), and ask what a pond looks like in
the springtime.  Ask what is significant about the fact that Basho
heard the splash.  It must have been a secluded, quiet place for
him to have noticed.

Stress to the children that one way to help ensure a good picture
is to tell "When, Where, and What".  Where was Basho?  When was he
there?  What did he see?

Now go through the entire scene with the children.  If desired,
have them "build the picture" for some of your own poems,
identifying the "when, where, and what".

Now add to this the idea of emotion.  Work with the idea that a
haiku can make you feel a certain way, without using any emotion
words.  One poem I used for this was my own:

     beachcomber
     finding more cigarette butts
     than seashells

Ask the when, where and what, and then ask how the beachcomber was
feeling.

This is PROBABLY the point where someone will ask why my haiku
doesn't have 17 syllables.  How you answer this will be up to your
individual opinions on the subject.  Here is how I handled it:

     "All haiku should have 17 syllables...if they are written in
Japanese.  But we are probably going to write our haiku in
English."  I then discussed the differences between onji and
syllables (using as my example...which word is longer?
"Bookstore"? or "Garden"? -- each class unanimously replied
"bookstore".  Then I asked them how many syllables each had.  Two.
Then why aren't they the same length?  Explore the possibility with
the students of having 5-7-5 poems, where the "5" were all
"bookstore" syllables, and the "7" all "garden" syllables.  Would
we be matching form?  Also compare the number of syllables in
furuike ya, with the number in a concise translation.  To reach 17
syllables, we would have to add substantial data."

Announce that you would like to have the class write a haiku
together, and ask someone for a "what, where, when" that you can
write about.  Stress the "rules" that a haiku tells us "what,
where, and when", and that it should have three lines, "short,
long, short".

A couple of the "what, where, when" that we used yielded fairly
decent haiku... for example:

chirping birds
watching from their oak tree house
the falling leaves
(6th grade)

tired from camping
resting on the lawn
4-leaf clovers
(5th grade)

After writing a haiku together, we distributed paper and asked the
children to write their own.  Wander the class, helping those who
are having trouble getting started, and offering suggestions where
needed.  Praise especially good haiku by reading them aloud.

nighttime at the sea
little white crabs and big red ones
outside my hotel
(Holly Cook, 8 years old)

bat in the cave
hanging upside down alone
on the winter day
(Alex Mason, 9 years old)

on a winter day
on the ski slopes skiing down
I saw some snow fall
(Gib Pennington, 9 years old)

old miner's house
rotting under the oak tree
waiting for springtime
(Sam Harden, 11 years old)

springtime in the woods
a little white snake went in
the pond fast
(Mandy Powell, 7 years old)
Almost 100 of the students decided to enter the Sakura Festival
haiku contest that I told them about.  Two of them were among the
winners in their age category.

Backyard after school
A lizard crawled up the wall
The dog ran to it                  Taylor Shepherd
                                   7 years old
                                   second place


A child chased a frog
Around his house's front yard
At two o'clock sharp               Brad Acton
                                   10 years old
                                   fourth place

A haiku of my own was selected as the second place winner in the
adult division, where the theme was "Youth":

Floating soap bubble
Rising without direction
Above giggling hands               Gary Warner
                                   second place

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