Thursday, 29 March 2007

Memory of Childhood

Mud-covered. Happy.
Catching tadpoles with my boot
I explore the creek.

Wednesday, 28 March 2007

Spring Hubris

Swollen and ice-choked,
the reckless creek downs the trees
that hold its own banks.

early spring

Watercolour trees,
as a hazy cloud of green
floats on bare branches

Monday, 26 March 2007

Slinky

Clever marketing:
A bed spring becomes "a fun
and wonderful toy"

Sunday, 25 March 2007

Cherry Blossoms

Blooming Sakura
Petals soft, white, and fragrant
Greets Japanese spring

the lyrical beauty of spring

the snow, half melted
reveals the winter treasures
mostly gross brown stuff

This Week's Theme: Spring

Spring is in the air, adding a spring to the step, maybe a touch of spring fever, or, (if you’re in a paranoid mood) a lurking fear of having something sprung on you unawares. Whatever the case may be, it’s Spring this week at the Haiku Club, and you have until noon of Sunday, April 1 to spring into (haiku) action. Don't forget that this week's theme is also the Mystery Gift Giveaway one, too––see the post below for details.

Mystery Gift Giveaway!

The Haiku Club blog is a whole two months old now, so I thought we’d celebrate by sharing the love with our very first Mystery Gift Giveaway! There are three small prizes, all with a Japanese theme. Two will be awarded to the first two new Haiku Club members to post a haiku for this week’s theme, while the third prize will be randomly drawn and awarded to one of our delightful Haiku Club regulars. Winners will be announced on the blog at the end of the week, and the Mystery Gifts will be mailed out shortly after that. Hope you win!

This week's theme will be posted tomorrow at around noon...

Note: New members can either send their haiku to me for posting, or ask me for an invite in order to upload posts directly to the blog.

Locomotive Going Nowhere

You said you love me
and that's a fact. Then you left
me, said you felt trapped.

Gare Montparnasse, October 22, 1895

Train plows through concourse,
Lands nose-down in Place de Rennes.
Too much espresso.

Thursday, 22 March 2007

Steinbeck Would Love It

Perforce and lonely
A hobo rides the boxcar
Harmonica wails

Tuesday, 20 March 2007

It happens to me 10 times a day

I walk to my room
My train of thought gets derailed
What was I getting?

Sackville memories

Wandering at night
Mournful cry in the distance
E flat minor chord

Monday, 19 March 2007

Take the O-Train...

Riding confusion,
Engineer O'Brien drives
light rail off the tracks.

we all travel the Cthulu way

this train is so fun!
but the track was built on bones
Chinese labourers

Freud Said So

She recounts her dream
A train enters a tunnel
She must be repressed.

Sunday, 18 March 2007

A Hitchcock Trilogy

Strangers On A Train
Let's swap murders. (Smiles.)
You laugh uneasily. But
I'm dead serious...

North By Northwest
Planes, trains, a few cars.
Through all the hectic travel,
Romance stays alight.

The Lady Vanishes
From a crowded train
A sweet lady disappears.
Was she really there?

This Week's Theme: Trains

Trains are the theme for this week's (Mar 19 to 25) haiku, brought to us courtesy of James. Relive the romance of coal-fired travel in the Victorian era, take a ride on the sleek modern Japanese bullet trains, or join Jules Verne for a (rather extended) trip to the moon. Deadline is noon on Sunday, March 25.

P.S. Happy birthday, James!

Friday, 16 March 2007

CBC Radio Haiku Contest

Hey, kids--it's a Conrad Black haiku contest, courtesy of CBC Radio One (91.5)! Now's your chance to let Canada know your thoughts on the nation's trial of the century. Details can be found in the Friday, March 16 transcript (below) of As It Happens, which is running the contest. Thanks to Andrew for the tip!
...............................................

The joy of haiku --
Dispense poetic justice
Through this ancient form.

What I just read was itself a haiku. And while you may detect the delicate sensibility of haiku master Masaoka Shiki in its lyricism, you're wrong: I gave some guy in the CBC food court half a muffin to write it for me.

But I can't afford to keep doing that. So, instead, we're asking you, our listeners, to give us your seventeen syllables on a story that has already inspired a number of books, and a larger number of lawsuits: the story of Conrad Black.

As you know, the trial of Lord Black of Crossharbour commenced this week in Chicago. And while tales of the jury selection revealed that residents of the Windy City seem poorly acquainted with the windy Canadian, we know things are different elsewhere. So we'd like to hear your opinions of the proceedings.

We're asking you to send us haikus on the subject of Lord Black, his exploits, and his current legal travails. We're going to be strict: the haiku should consist of seventeen syllables. And it should consist of three lines -- with five syllables in the first, seven in the second, and five in the third. And, ideally, it should consist of two sections.

This may seem unfair, given that Lord Black himself has been known to pack seventeen syllables into the first two words of a sentence. But it can be done. Here are some examples.

George Jamieson, longtime senior producer of "As It Happens", offers this scene-setting haiku:

Reporters crowd in
When the motorcade arrives:
Conrad Black on trial.

And this, also from the mind of Mr. Jamieson:

Barbara Amiel
Sitting in the second row --
Hoping to stay rich.

And, from another guy in the food court, this cinematically evocative example:

"Citizen Conrad":
The snow globe slips from his hand,
As he breathes, "Radler..."

That one cost me half a date square.

Now: clear your minds. Pick up your quills. Inscribe your haiku on a scrap of birch bark, or a dried maple leaf. And once you've written your miniature masterpiece, transcribe it into an e-mail and send it to aih@cbc.ca. Or read it aloud to Talkback, which you can reach by dialing 416-205-3331. We'll feature the best of the bunch in coming programs. And we'll also feature the worst.

Thursday, 15 March 2007

The First Space Disaster (D'après Méliès)

A trip to the moon
goes tragically awry.
Rocket in the eye.

Wednesday, 14 March 2007

The Electric Lives of Superheroes

Wonder Woman phones
Platypus in Paris, moons
for her winter love.

[Just because.... -- KT]

Full moon

Impotent, jealous,
the cold rock steals precious light,
erases the stars.

Gurdjieff

Is there life on Earth
Or are we food for the Moon?
Well, what's eating you?

The missing "a"

"One small step for Man..."
Did Neil Armstrong flub his line?
Or was it static?

Arthur C. Clarke’s Unpublished Early Draft

Moon dwarves wield their picks,
mining the magical cheese.
They strike Monolith . . .

A Wonderful Night for a Moon Dance

Armstrong and Aldrin
wrestle in the doorway. And
we all know who won.

Saturn’s Biggest Moon

Thin rays of sunshine
on methane lakes. Work is light
for Titan’s lifeguards.

Solved

How you’ll recognize
your huckleberry friend: he’s
waiting 'round the bend.

Moon River

Each time I hear it
I puzzle again over
"Huckleberry friend"

Monday, 12 March 2007

Dear Luna

We miss your gentle
nuzzles and comical leaps,
sweet calico soul.

damned school buses!

passing on the road
rarest of sights: not just one
two moons on display

Sunday, 11 March 2007

A Quartet of Moon Mythologies

New Moon
Monandaeg: "Moon's Day."
Sacred to the moon goddess,
Loathed by working stiffs.


Quarter Moon
Crescent-horned and fierce,
Ishtar's bull gores Gilgamesh,
Then loses its head.


Half Moon
There doesn't exist
A cracker large enough for
A whole green cheese moon.


Full Moon
The lycanthrope stirs,
Wakes from uneasy dreams. Sighs.
Outside. Nude. Again.

That time of the month...

Here it comes again,
that tingly feeling before
nose lengthens, fur sprouts.

Homegrown Homebrew

Grains sewn and then reaped
Rendered for Harvest Moon feast
Hops brewed into ale.

Luna

Her eyes full of moon
Dreams ebb and flow like the tide
She waxes then wanes.

This Week's Theme: Moon

This week’s theme is a traditional one for haiku: the moon. If you’d like some inspiration from the early masters of haiku, have a look at the links on the Haiku Club website (though that's just one starting point to a subject that's fascinated humankind for centuries). And no, we won't be using St. Patrick’s Day as a theme, as I believe writing haiku about green beer is just desperately sad. You have until noon on Sunday, March 18 to post or submit your (moon) haiku.

Saturday, 10 March 2007

Selections from A Secret History of Paris

Personals, 885 AD
Vikings seek women:
moonlit strolls, romance. Don’t make
us lay siege to you . . .

Seat of the Holy Roman Empire Moves from Paris to Aachen
Charlemagne, weary
of wine, samples quite a nice
imported lager.

The Picture of Henri the Fourth (Survivor of 23 of 24 Assassination Attempts)
Locked away, visage
melting from skull. Chanced upon
by the charwoman.

Sun King Passes Judgement
Paris: the new Rome.
Louis drops his drawers, moons it,
rules France from Versailles.

Madame de Pompadour
Midwife of the Age
of Reason and patron saint
of the Teddy Boys.

Joseph Michel Montgolfier, to His Brother
“Is it just me, Jacques,
or does this city simply
pong to high heaven?”

1789: Advent of the Unscrupulous Promoter
Oversells tickets
to inmate production of
musical Bastille!

Napoleon Passes through Paris
“I’ll be right back, ‘k?
Just have to take care of some
business in Belgium.”

Shortest Distance between Two Points
Lost in a labyrinth
of alleys, Haussmann can’t find
his favourite brothel.

Speaking of Straight Lines
Young Gustave Eiffel
cruises Montmartre, discovers
he is impotent.

Miracle on the Marne Cripples Post-War France
Thousands of taxis
drive troops to the front. Alas,
meters are running.

Excusez-moi, madame, mais où est le Louvre?
Artists converge on
Montparnasse, ill-trained in the
art of map reading.

Theories of History: Great Man vs. Chaos
“Être, avoir, faire—
these goddamn irregular
French verbs,” fumes Adolph.

May 1968
Sorbonne chapter of
Alpha Delta House. Kegger
gets way out of hand.

Uh, Yeah, Entranceway . . .
Mitterand and Pei,
closet Raelians, build a
sign for our forebears.

Friday, 9 March 2007

Purse filled with small dog
Head filled with air and vodka
More money than god


--Clare Brennan
West Ontario
Small, boring commuter town
No Mona Lisa


--Clare Brennan
Small, square and crunchy
Top them with cheese and gherkins
Must have small toasters


--Clare Brennan

Tuesday, 6 March 2007

it sure does block the view

the tower of steel
under which the hippies sleep
guards the sleepless chic

An American in Paris

An enchanted Gene
dances a slow tango with
a sinuous Cyd

Monday, 5 March 2007

The Only Way to Stick it to a Rude Service Industry Employee

Haughty French waiter
Mocked my Quebecois accent
No pourboire pour vous!

All I Studied in Classics Classes Came to Life That Day

I'll never forget
Winged Victory at the Louvre
Such beauty - I wept.

Sunday, 4 March 2007

La belle ville

Vieille, oui, mais vivante,
elle nourrit toujours de jeunes
artistes, amoureux.

Ah, Paris...

Strolling arm in arm
Along the Champs-Elysées
We step in dog poo

Café Les Deux Magots Still Life

Afternoon sunlight,
White café china bowl of
rich chocolat chaud

Notre Dame Visit

Imagination
prompts a searching look upwards
for Quasimodo

This Week's Theme: Paris

The theme for this week's (Mar 5 to 11) round of haiku is courtesy of Kelly, and it's the City of Light: Paris! Sadly, we can't trade haikus while seated around a table at the venerable Café Flore, but we can share our impressions of this beautiful city through our experiences of its literature, film, and art, plus (of course) our own travels there. Deadline is noon on Sunday, March 11.

P.S. Happy birthday, Kel!

Saturday, 3 March 2007

Electric Sunshine

O the Seventies––
Trudeau's rose, hockey Cold War,
Much loved yellow top.

Friday, 2 March 2007

Kindergarten: The last time I ever listened to Jennifer Schlauekuh.

Look, trust me. Just stick
out your tongue. It’s only a
little battery.

XVI

Lightning-struck tower,
A million voices cry out.
In what do we trust?

Eureka!

Pen feverishly
sketches, though Thomas Alva
is gazing upward.

I gots to know!

electric city
throwing photons in the air
are the stars still there?