Haiku Master Basho

Matsuo Basho is the Japanese saint of Haiku. Of samurai heritage, he lived in the 17th century and had an enormous following. His complete works, consisting of 1011 haiku, have recently been collected and translated by Jane Reichhold and can be found in Basho The Complete Haiku (Tokyo: Kodansha International, 2008).

It is my humble intention to also write 1011 haiku, one each day. I began in August 2009 and by my estimation, should finish in May 2012. Traditionally haiku was concerned with nature, but today our "nature" has changed. New technology has replaced the winds of nature as the force in our times. What was a rock is now a computer key. What was a cherry blossom is now a world wide web of information. What was light, is now the speed of light. Haiku is about finding an essence, thus these writings will seek to find the essence of our lives today.

A note for the reader: an important aspect of haiku is that the reader can put as much of herself/himself into the piece as the writer. If a haiku is good it will become your meaning not mine. Wish me luck! When the project is complete, if only one of the 1011 haiku approaches the skill and mastery of Basho, I will be satisfied.




Friday, February 26, 2010

Nu Haiku 201

Red hawk down, pulling
entrails from prey, mafia
crows look on, jealous.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Homage to Basho

Matsuo Basho is the Japanese saint of Haiku. Of samurai heritage, he lived in the 17th century and had an enormous following. His complete works, consisting of 1011 haiku, have recently been collected and translated by Jane Reichhold and can be found in Basho The Complete Haiku (Tokyo: Kodansha International, 2008).

It is my humble intention to also write 1011 haiku, one each day. I began in August 2009 and by my estimation, should finish in May 2012. Wish me luck! As my readers will see, I have now completed 200. When I am done if only one of the 1011 haiku approaches the skill and mastery of Basho, I will be satisfied.

I post on Twitter every day or two (seven days worth of current entries appear on the bottom of the blog page) and then periodically re-post to the blog, reformatting the haiku from Twitter-slash form to traditional three line haiku form.

It is my intent in these writings to keep in mind the age in which we live. Traditional haiku is generally concerned with nature, however today our "nature" has changed. New technology has replaced the winds of nature as the force of our times. What was a rock is now a computer key. What was a cherry blossom is now the web of world wide information that we take for granted. What was light is now the speed of light. Haiku is about finding an essence and in radical ways our essence has been changed by new technology. I have sought to honor haiku by strictly adhering to its traditional form of 5-7-5 syllables on three lines, and also by using the material of our "nature", our age, in this, our new millennium.

A warning! In confronting what may seem like a mountain of haiku on these pages, it is best to think of chocolate: a little is exquisite, too much will make you ill. Also, an important aspect of haiku is to understand that the reader will put as much (or as little) into the haiku as the writer. If the haiku is good it will become your meaning, not mine. With this in mind, please enjoy!

Nu Haiku 200 !!!!!

Words like grains of rice
can fill an empty field, feed
a hungry village.

Nu Haiku 199

Another highway.
Dusk. Baby blue sky shines through
rain. We drive alone.

Nu Haiku 198

Black henna ribbons
dance on young girl's hand. Fragile
fingers flying free.

Nu Haiku 197

Two dogs snarl, gnashing
at air, ripping scent from each
other. Do dogs hate?

Nu Haiku 196

Green herbs, orange yams, cook
in white coconut milk. Scent
pleases wooden spoon.

Nu Haiku 195

Bustling restaurant.
Valet, coat check, table. Clams
open in water.

Nu Haiku 194

Screen of blackberry
cracking like ice in new spring.
Technology sinks.

Nu Haiku 193

To find one precious
moment in a long day is
more than expected.

Nu Haiku 192

Women's wombs can turn
to weapons, loaded guns aimed
at their heads, their hearts.

Nu Haiku 191

Shock troops are sent out
to whiten teeth, the better
to bare them with, dear.

Nu Haiku 190

A wrong turn on a
dark highway leads to right road.
Faith laughs heartily.

Nu Haiku 189

Valentine's Day. Red
underside of grey clouds flirt
with pink setting sun.

Nu Haiku 188

He put citrine gems
on her earlobes and fire in
her heart. Lovers joy.

Nu Haiku 187

Sushi. Dead fish and
rice soldiers lined up on tray.
Ginger. Wasabi.

Nu Haiku 186

ChatRoulette. Jogging
past strangers in a cyber
park. Weird weird world web.

Nu Haiku 185

Monochromatic
landscape. Black, white, shades of grey
simplify. Silence.

Nu Haiku 184

Emot-icons. Wild
swirls of feelings transduced to
circles, curves, and lines.

Nu Haiku 183

Google, in happy
colored letters, BLACK background,
commandeers my screen.

Nu Haiku 182

New Jersey Turnpike,
factory clouds float across
ground, landscape upturned.

Nu Haiku 181

Salt ribbons follow
winter's road, sweat running down
the broad back of earth.

Nu Haiku 180

Negative Nancy
nd Positive Patsy wait
for winter snowstorm.

Nu Haiku 179

Street corner. Woman
says "get your mojo workin'!"
Man laughs, silly grin.

Nu Haiku 178

Fat cat stuffs small face
in food, he eats laying down,
belly to the bowl.

Nu Haiku 177

Papers on desk piled
high like autumn leaves, threaten
to slide over edge.

Nu Haiku 176

PC deep freeze. Can't
handle Twitter, Blogspot, e-
mail, and Pandora.

Nu Haiku 175

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