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.




Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Nu Haiku 359

trees grow on high roofs
green fingers touching cheek of
the sky, then laughing

Nu Haiku 358

Mr. Bubbles brings
wooden crate with blue, green, and
clear seltzer bottles

Nu Haiku 357

gambling card, ace of
spades dropped on sidewalk, lucky
me, unlucky deck

Nu Haiku 356

when did our world be
come too big for us to be
human to others

Nu Haiku 355

outside Tiffany
world walks by while woman shakes
under thin blanket

Nu Haiku 354

gulab jamuns wait
in rose-flavored syrup for
pink mouths of children

Nu Haiku 353

country dog hops from
shadow to shadow, city
pavement burns soft paws