This site is dedicated to J. Kirk Richards of Sanford, Florida and to Sharon Asselin of San Francisco. The former saved my life a couple of times and the latter gave me poetry.
Influences are Emily Dickinson, James Wright, Basho, Daisaku Ikeda, and Li Po. My favorite ice cream is Chunky Monkey and I like staying in the van while others revel on long walks at the beach.
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Bruce Jewett
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Thank you… You taught me a new short pattern with the go,go,go is that 3 lines with just 5 syllables… just to be clear.
I also like pi ku (sent.syll/ 1/3, 2/1, 3/4) and tau ku (sent.syll 1/6, 2/2, 3/8.
Visiting from Pure Haiku.
As far as I can tell, I made up the go-go-go (5-5-5) form. I tend to think in that pattern. In the verse recitation of the Lotus Sutra, every line is 5 syllables. Basho wrote to his students that syllable count should not be more important than the sound and sense of a poem. Iβm afraid that go-go-go is not on an accepted list of haiku hybridsβ yet.
Thanks –
That’s OK… I tend not to follow ‘accepted’ forms… making up plenty of my own and mixing sort various short forms. American Japanese style and traditional haiku do not always meet. And I am not one to loose sleep over the differences. π
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I was born a rebel… I suppose that only explains some of my personality π
Brings to mind what Basho said about haiku: a fan in winter, a hot stove in summer.
Put two people in one room…have three arguments… neither wishing to agree to disagree. π
I have not researched Basho much. I think I like both the man and the myth of the man π
So. I Discovered I had been here before.but that was a mere half-decade – nearly – ago and my synapsii seem somewhat slower now. As is my usual wont rarely do I enter doors without signage saying no admittance. A true pal would have built-ed me a up esdcalator for my downward trekking. So. ‘magine my surprise when I opened on that little bit of linage under your banner, methinking for the first ever time. And you think it was I who saved your life…Naaayyy, your phat phrogishness, ’tis you who have saved mine…so many times past enumerating.
Even if you did emplace a “period” after the J which of course now necessitates me slapping some cosmetics-ings after the J so it doesn’t get period-ized.
Will attend to correction as soon as I stop infecting every human and feline being