#japan haiku

[0nelinerwordplay]

https://kimonocatsoncups.etsy.com

[itsmarjudgelove]

Haiku

Dreams of autumn

Colorful leaves in the streets

crowded thoughts

Ikki 2024

[konjaku]

姫女菀[Himejoon] Erigeron annuus

There is a plant called 姫紫苑[Himeshion](Aster fastigiatus), which is also written as 女菀. There are several theories as to the origin of the name Himejoon, it seems that its name was given to mean smaller than 女菀.

姫[Hime] means princess, or something small and adorable. However, the grass height of Himejoon is about 1.5 meters, whereas that of Himeshion is about 1 meter, so the name does not match the actual state. The flowering season is from early summer to late autumn.

Native to North America, it was introduced as an ornamental grass called 柳葉姫菊[Yanagibahimegiku] around the end of the Edo period(1603-1868) and, but once it became a wild species, it quickly spread throughout the country.

杉森の 深さに痩せて 姫女苑

[Sugi-mori no fukasa ni yasete himejoon] Himejoon, which is skinny (and blooming) due to the deep cedar forest By 水野 六山人[Mizuno Rokusanjin]

代議士と ひとたびなりし 有志家の 邸のあとよ 姫女苑さく

[Daigishi to hitotabi narishi yūshika no yashiki no ato yo himejoon saku] Himejoon is blooming on the site of the residence of a public-spirited man who became a member of a congress By 別所 梅之助[Bessho Umenosuke]

季語[Kigo](The seasonal word) for it is summer. 苑󠄂 and 菀 are almost the same meaning.

[lydybyrd]

I myself would like

To try jumping into a

Hadron collider

[ariadnethedragon]

The Ink Dark Moon: Love Poems by Ono no Komachi and Izumi Shikibu

[sanshu-seiso]

[dustedmagazine]

Tori Kudo — Studio Village Hototoguiss 2007-2022 (Bruit Direct Disques/Archeion)

The elusive Japanese artist Tori Kudo visited the birthplace of haiku in the late aughts, setting up shop in a psychiatric hospital-turned-recording studio known as Studio Village Hototogisu. He visited the studio, run by a man named Mr. Tsuru, on a regular basis for 15 years. In his words, “About once or twice a month, I randomly select an instrument or device from his vast collection, gathers whoever happens to be around, usually his family, and in about two hours, we record and mix a piece.” This 45-track compilation presents the results of that collaboration, a document of extraordinary range and diversity.

Tori Kudo is well-known within the Japanese avant-gard, primarily as a founding member of the band Maher Shalal Hash Baz but also for solo work and collaborations with his wife, the poet Reiko Kudo. (Two really good interviews can be found at Toneglow and Moone Records.)

It's not clear what the connection between this music and the haiku form might be, except that the studio was named for a magazine founded by the acknowledged father of the modern haiku, Masaoka Shiki. Perhaps there’s no real link, although the tracks tend to be brief and evocative, getting their point across, like the 17-syllable poem, with a minimum number of notes and embellishments.

And yet, the second you make an observation about this music, it falls apart. Most of the cuts are quite concise, but hallucinatory “Fridays” runs on delicately, translucently, for eight full minutes. A large number are in the warped and eccentric folk idiom that Tori Kudo is best known for, but “What If I Never Speeded,” is frenetically raw rock and Jaki, a tribute to the Can drummer, Jaki Leibezeit, nods towards jazz with its wandering acoustic bass line. And most of these songs are originals, conceived in the moment by the avant-gard composer, but some of the most affecting, like Dylan’s “Masters of War” and Marc Bolan’s “Light of Love,” are covers.

Maybe the best summation you can make of a collection like this is that it’s its own universe. It is recognizably the work of one eccentric genius, a man of exacting standards, untrammeled curiosity and and wandering pitch. But it also contains many, many rooms, each distinct and separate from the others.

I’ve gotten fascinated with the idea of structured creativity lately, the phenomenon where artists create within a disciplined, even arbitrary practice, like Hemlock and her song-a-day regimen or Brian Dolphin and his six-hour-plus album-in-a-day recording sessions. The Studio Village Hototogisu recordings seem to be another very fruitful example of this impulse. Kudo set aside a time and place for creativity, and while he had total freedom to explore instruments and styles and structures, he had to do it in those hours, in that spot, under those conditions. It’s remarkable how freeing this discipline turned out to be, eliciting everything from Beatles-esque garage rock to spare poetry to fragile little folk fragments. Wonderful stuff.

Jennifer Kelly

[haikuandmore]

The shallows -  a crane’s thighs splashed  in cool waves  Trong vũng cạn cặp chân của con hạc khua trong sóng nước mát · Deep into autumn  and this caterpillar  still not a butterfly  Mùa thu dài và chú sâu này vẫn chưa hóa bướm - Bashō

English Translation: George Marsh Art: Caroline Young

[asmolbirb]

Whoagh…… it’s Mt Fuji…… just like in The Lost Future of Pepperharrow by Natasha Pulley……..

[i-hate-smile-files]

you should write poetry!!! it could be about how much you love dmitri fire emblem or something (it's fun!!!!!)

Dimitri so fine

An eye like a storming sea

I am gay for him

Are you happy? You little rat? Eat shit I hope you get hit by a clown car, and I hope they all trample you as you lay there thinking about your hospital bills

[0nelinerwordplay]

https://kimonocatsoncups.etsy.com

[shehaiku]

Winter

In breezy cold air !

ball didn’t make a basket,

Aiming for the next.

[falseandrealultravival]

Today's Haiku with Picture 550

Clematis flower

Never made in Japan

By any means

クレマチス

日本産では

あるまじき

(2023.04.13)

[konjaku]

山萩[Yamahagi] Lespedeza bicolor

Hagi is one of the seven autumnal grasses and is a seasonal word for autumn in the haiku world. In reality, the flowering season is from about June to September, and strictly speaking, its season word also refers to "early" autumn.

The tree in the photo is in a low mountain range where I sometimes go in search of flowers, and it produced flowers little by little around summer in previous years. But not so this year, and I did not see any of them at that time.

However, when I went out a couple of days ago, it was in full bloom. This summer was extremely hot, and that may have had an impact.

These flowers, which had been brightly decorating a part of the thicket, somewhat seemed to have deepened in color.

ゆきゆきて たふれ伏すとも 萩の原

[Yuki yukite taorefusu tomo hagi no hara] Keep going and going, even if I used up all my energy and collapse halfway through, I want that place to be a field of Hagi in bloom. By Kawai Sora when he traveled with Matsuo Bashō along the Oku no Hosomichi https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sora's_Diary

[wisdom-and-such]

　　　　　　　　　　　 あ　　と　　世  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 そ　　に　　の  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 び　　は　　中  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 ハ　　あ　　に  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 わ　　ら　　ま  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 れ　　ね　　じ  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 は　　ど　　ら  　　　　　　　　　　　 良　　ま　　も　　ぬ  　　　　　　　　　　　 寛　　さ　　ひ  　　　　　　　　　　　 書　　れ　　と  　　　　　　　　　　　　　　 る　　り 

"It is not that  I avoid mixing  With this world;  Better for me is enjoying  Life on my own. " 

Brushed by Ryokan, a wandering zen monk, who slept with a stone for a pillow, wore a torn robe, and carried only a begging bowl, but was renowned as one of the greatest calligraphers who ever lived.