Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D, recorded on the 26th March 2018 on Red Kite Radio.
In this episode we take a trip over to Japan and examine a form of poetry that has caused much debate in the poetry world, the Haiku. The Japanese Haiku Master Matsuo Basho spent a lifetime travelling and mastering the form we see and value today. Davy D’s poem, Spring Haiku reflects the spirit of haiku poetry and written using the Western style of the format.
Poetic Beats is taking a break for a few weeks and will back on Friday the 27th of April 2018.
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To the untrained eye
The haiku masks with its form
Three lines from “The Now”
a key enabling nature’s
box to be opened.
Take Spring for instance.
A winter beast ushered back
Dawn sunlight falling
On the Ridgeway, bringing a
Spine to daffodils.
the heron set in stillness,
waiting for movement,
by mirrored ripples and duck’s
And in the distance
Rooked woodlands calling out to
the shadowed walker.
The paths we will walk and the
Poems we will write
And read, hoping to
uncover answers to life
and her quandaries.
© Davy D 2018
Thank you all for taking part in last week’s post, Even Poets Can Be Funny. Your responses kept me smiling well into the weekend. Mrs D got in the act suggesting my humour was like me, best kept in a MOOseum. Hopefully we can have a few more posts like this throughout the year.
In today’s Thursday Thoughts I am returning to the exploration and journey through poetry and a question asked at a writing meetup I attended a few weeks ago, “are poets just lazy writers?” My first reaction was to go on the defensive, but I took the question home with me and it has opened some interesting ideas and reflection.
Poetry can appear, from the outside, to be a writing form taking less time and effort than other types of writing. Compare, for example, one of Issa’s Haikus with Tolstoy’s War and Peace and the finished work on paper can lead to the impression poetry is a less time consuming and challenging activity.
At the same meeting I was asked, “How long does it take you to write a poem?” My answer was “55 years…. at the moment”, because each poem I write contains every ounce of my being going back to the time I took my first breath. This would be no different whether writing a novel, short story or a six-line poem.
Sometimes an idea for a poem can sit in my head for weeks and only after a hundred miles of walking and pondering will the first draft make it on paper. Then there is the drawn-out process of reducing the 1000 words of mayhem into something resembling poetry. Many poems are put to one side in journals or files and may not see the light of day for months or even years. In among all this there are the hours of doubt and frustration and a process that may be taking place with numerous poems at any one time. There are many words I could use to describe poets but lazy would not be one of them.
C.K. Williams said his poem, The Hearth (in the singing), took twenty-five years to write and there are many other poets whose poetry and collections were the product of years of hard work. Each one an example poets are far from lazy writers.
Well that’s enough for this week. I have had my daily ten minutes of stretching the pen and grey matter; the log fire and armchair beckons (it’s a poet thing).
What are your views on this. Are poets lazy writers, or is there much more to the dark art? The floor is yours.
Photo: © Davy D 2018
My brain has been crammed full of stuff this week and it has been difficult to get any thoughts on paper, so I thought we could lighten the mood on Thursday Thoughts and have a little bit of fun.
I captured the above photo whilst out on a walk last Summer and it is one of those photos begging for a caption. It is over to you. Have you got any funny words or poetry inspired by the picture of the two cows? I am too Northern to include a prize but look forward to reading your responses.
Here’s mine to start the ball rolling.
“I hope he’s not going to start reciting one of his Hi-Cows.”