However, although poetry should be anchored in the here and now, the best, while grounded in those subjects mentioned in your post, last generations, and can be felt by all as particular to their experiences.
I agree with this: Meaning is far from universal. A word carries innumerable associations for individual readers, and images can have never ending cultural resonances and symbolic nuances. No two readers see or hear a poem the same way.
Haiku is a potent poetic form. It carefully uses images to show rather than tell of a mood, an instant, an experience of change in the natural world that inspires individual or collective epiphany. It is a recording of what an expressionist poet would call a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, but it is very finely considered and constructed for the fullest effect.
However, one problem I have with haiku is that it can be a little too vague at times. That's just my personal taste though.
I agree with this: Meaning is far from universal. A word carries innumerable associations for individual readers, and images can have never ending cultural resonances and symbolic nuances. No two readers see or hear a poem the same way.
Haiku is a potent poetic form. It carefully uses images to show rather than tell of a mood, an instant, an experience of change in the natural world that inspires individual or collective epiphany. It is a recording of what an expressionist poet would call a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, but it is very finely considered and constructed for the fullest effect.
However, one problem I have with haiku is that it can be a little too vague at times. That's just my personal taste though.
You know what, Fins, I don't think I ever read your views on haiku. Cool, good to know.
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
Oh, I like haiku. It's just difficult to master. It looks much easier than it is. And in pursuit of that essence of haiku, many western haiku poets produce work that's self consiously mystical and Orientalist. I'll tell you who was brilliant at haiku though: Brendan Behan. I'll tell you who else is good, because she uses the form to describe her everyday world: Ms Haiku.
Oh, I like haiku. It's just difficult to master. It looks much easier than it is. And in pursuit of that essence of haiku, many western haiku poets produce work that's self consiously mystical and Orientalist. I'll tell you who was brilliant at haiku though: Brendan Behan. I'll tell you who else is good, because she uses the form to describe her everyday world: Ms Haiku.
Thanks, Fins! When are we going to write a song with other posters, again, eh? You start.
Could you post some of Brendan Behan's haiku? I guess it wouldn't belong in a Charles Bukowski thread, though, eh?
There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
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I agree with this: Meaning is far from universal. A word carries innumerable associations for individual readers, and images can have never ending cultural resonances and symbolic nuances. No two readers see or hear a poem the same way.
Haiku is a potent poetic form. It carefully uses images to show rather than tell of a mood, an instant, an experience of change in the natural world that inspires individual or collective epiphany. It is a recording of what an expressionist poet would call a spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings, but it is very finely considered and constructed for the fullest effect.
However, one problem I have with haiku is that it can be a little too vague at times. That's just my personal taste though.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird
I mistyped the word consciously, er, rather unconsciously.
Could you post some of Brendan Behan's haiku? I guess it wouldn't belong in a Charles Bukowski thread, though, eh?
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird