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Mirror – Basho’s Thoughts – March 4, 2016

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Padua

Padua

at its centre
pulsates the heart of history
our modernity
reflections of the past
envisioned in daily life

reflection ..
history wherever one looks
in Italy

© G.s.k. ‘16

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“This month we are exploring Basho’s way of writing haiku … we walk his path with its many different haiku writing techniques. Some of those haiku writing techniques came along here in our special feature “Carpe Diem Haiku Writing Techniques” and some didn’t. As for today’s episode mirror … its one of the haiku writing techniques which came along in the first series of CD-HWT last year.

rabbit-ear iris
how much it looks like
its image in water

© Basho (Tr. Jane Reichhold)

In this haiku Basho uses the technique of comparison. This technique is very close to the technique of association, which we had in our first regular episode of this month, that it may seem they are the same. There is, however, a slight / vital difference. All comparisons are associations, but not all associations are comparative. The above haiku by Basho is a great example of this technique and this idea.

In the words of Betty Drevniok:

“In haiku the SOMETHING and the SOMETHING ELSE are set down together in clearly stated images. Together they complete and fulfill each other as ONE PARTICULAR EVENT.”

She rather leaves the reader to understand that the idea of comparison is showing how two different things are similar or share similar aspects.”

Carpe Diem #930 mirror

Mountain Walking – Haibun – January 15, 2016

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Olive Grove in Campo

to the olive grove
ten minutes as a crow flies
fond memories

When you’re fit climbing up the side of a mountain is paradise.  The very air seems to help you up, your heart of course increases its beat and maybe your breath comes quicker and soon dopamine starts pumping through your veins. If the hike up is a real challenge finally adrenaline joins the cocktail of hormones and whatever else is making that walk fun, is it a wonder that walking can become addictive. Time flashes by as you fall into your own breath, feel your leg muscles flexing and elongating, hear the sound around you sort of muffled but very much alive.  Before you know it, you’ve reached your goal, maybe a lodge where you’ll spend the night, or a land-mark, like an abandoned village or a cross on a hill-top and you think how quickly time flies by when you’re having fun.

imagination
dishes up fond memories
back in training

© G.s.k. ‘16

Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, January 13th 2016