Haiku 俳句, the Noise of the Truth

"The American Haiku is not exactly the Japanese Haiku. The Japanese Haiku is strictly disciplined to seventeen syllables but since the language structure is different I don't think American Haikus (short three-line poems intended to be completely packed with Void of Whole) should worry about syllables because American speech is something again...bursting to pop.

Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella."

Jack Kerouac







American Haiku:


No telegram today

only more leaves

fell.

(Jack Kerouac)






Early morning yellow flowers,

thinking about

the drunkards of Mexico.

(Jack Kerouac)





Nightfall,

boy smashing dandelions

with a stick.

(Jack Kerouac)





After the shower

among the drenched roses

the bird thrashing in the bath.

(Jack Kerouac)






Glow worm

sleeping on this flower -

your light's on.

(Jack Kerouac)

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The moment two bubbles

are united, they both vanish,

A lotus blooms.


- Murakami Kijo (1865-1938) -

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Near a hiking trail,

some sweet blueberries turn azure

the quiet forest.

(Alberto Savoi)

Vicino al sentiero montano,

A collection of great Haiku of Bashō :

Buson, excellent painter and poet, succeeded in evoking clear images in his picturesque haiku filled with light.

His expressions are so refined that he has no equal in technique. He had genius and he could make feel the eternity beyond the landscape by describing only one peaceful scene.

His poems are descriptive, but their scenery is idealized rather than realistic. This means that he wanted to describe the essence of things, not their surfaces.

My favorite Haiku :

I go out alone

to visit a man alone

in this autumn dusk

(Yosa Buson)

Walking on the sand -

a crab became the beach king,

but a wave swamped it.

(Alberto Savoi)




Cammindo sulla sabbia -

un granchio diventa re della spiaggia,

un'onda lo sommerge.

(Alberto Savoi)

Premi l'acceleratore -

la musica ci irradia e