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Guest Editorial: Jerome Berglund

Jerome Berglund

Urban Decay: Micropoetry in the tradition of Sabi

Setu Bilingual Journal’s Masters Series Part I

guest edited by Jerome Berglund

 

Disclaimer: this series has been curated by someone relatively new to the discipline of haikai, described by certain authorities as a ‘pretentious arsehole’ who ‘needs to read more’ theory, has incensed some for irresponsibly ‘throwing around Japanese terms’. While unrepentant, I highly encourage readers to seek out more qualified, accredited sources who have discussed these topics, ideas and concepts more knowledgeably in greater detail and depth across the vast body of criticism related to Asian poetics, much of which is available online, and more in print, through resources such as the Haiku Foundation, Graceguts, in essays and commentary about the pages of fine publications like Frogpond, Ribbons, Presence, Seashores, and Modern Haiku—not to mention the informative monthly mailings which represent one valuable benefit of membership (available domestically and internationally) to the Haiku Society of America. The perspectives and opinions, conclusions and assertions espoused herein are my own, just one enthusiastic novice haijin and aspiring scholar, admittedly possessing a limited exposure to the troves of classical verses out there, a fraction of which have made the journey to my own from their native language I am not fluent in. A grain of salt is recommended, nay always imperative.  

 

BACKGROUND/CONTEXT:

Digging Deeper and Extrapolating

It is a widely held belief that English language haikai, as it is commonly understood by the general public, and was first widely practiced in North America and elsewhere, has placed too much emphasis on the counting of syllables (conversely, widespread flagrant disregard for metric targets and parameter components in modern applications is a ‘whole ‘nother can of worms’ worth reconsidering elsewhere) and not enough time studying, understanding, employing key aesthetic, philosophic, thematic principles which in their native iterations have come to define and proved critical tenets to Japanese short form poetry foundations, from the antediluvian waka to our contemporary senryu and gendai experimentalism, tanshi

Just as without seasonality and some manner of cutting mechanism a poem cannot be considered to have met the optimal criteria for a haiku, a dearth of certain key ingredients in a piece’s spicing will weaken its impact and success exemplifying the rich and storied tradition, and hamper understood acceptance into specific archetypal frameworks.

Throughout the course of our first two showcases in Setu’s master series we will highlight some especially laudable voices and talents in the international ELH community whose oeuvres have demonstrated these aesthetics and techniques in edifying and instructive manners, including both highly experienced, renowned legends, as well as impressive emerging figures who excitingly have recently been making noteworthy waves splashing across the old pond.

To understand our first two topics wabi and sabi (often discussed together in concert as wabi-sabi, but worth thoughtfully examining and treating separately to better appreciate the nuances of each and distinguish between) it will be beneficial to consider the idea of dialectics and how they relate to binaries in kigo/kidai, tone, and setting of Eastern poems.

Hegel argues that tensions from opposing forces, constant tug of war between distant poles, are what keep different systems animated and help them persist and endure. In many senses this can explain haikai’s constant thriving and durability, evolving and changing shape almost cyclically across centuries and even over the course of single generations. You can readily discern these conflicting dualities across the landscape and history, and they are not dissimilar to some of the most famous ones outlined by anthropologists and theologians. 

Buffs in Olympian mythology may recall the commonly described Apollo-Dionysus dialectic. Intriguingly, that plays out not at all dissimilarly to one between the styles and techniques of Bash┼Н and Issa (serious-ribald), Shiki and Buson (concrete/experienced-abstract/imaginative), and between the modes of haiku and senryu, tanka and kyoka generally. And if we examine structures fastidiously it is not absurd to determine that the core seasons and underpinning aesthetics of Japanese poetry can each be correspondingly plotted, occupy a clear and specific, recognizable space along that same continuum.

The Japanese conceptualize five seasons in a year, and can also envision some subjects and settings to occupy a seasonless space. On an axis one may very reasonably determine Summer and Winter to reside furthest apart in this arrangement, I also find it useful to place the fifth season of new years and the no season category toward the less weighted, neutral center.

Summer           Spring              New Year Seasonless              Fall                  Winter

There are multiple techniques and aesthetics which through widespread practice have been carefully established if somewhat vaguely defined, that are considered integral to the art and philosophies of Eastern versification. These, one discovers, may be conceived to coincide fascinatingly and strikingly at times with analogous overarching seasons.

On the Spring/Summer side the approaches and feelings of karumi (lightness, levity) and shasei (sketches from life, the everyday prosaic) cotton quite marvelously to this framing. Passing the mysterious y├╗gen and dreaming room open-endedness in the center which might match with those other categories, we arrive at the opposite extreme where we will examine this month’s subject sabi (rusting) and its close comrade wabi (poverty), which align with intriguing clarity to autumn and winter, one may defend contending.

Like the four noble truths of Buddhism, a more conversant expert could – surely has – lecture for hours, spend ten pages defining each of these Japanese terms more expansively and correctly; I encourage you to seek out the Haiku Handbook by William J. Higginson and peruse a short, sweet glossary Jane Reichhold compiled if you have not yet had the enlightening opportunity to explore these concepts methodically…

The Masters of Sabi

 INTRODUCTION:

So what is sabi, and how may we isolate and differentiate its unique character from often coinciding instances of wabi? Are these ideas best understood as techniques which may be applied, or should we deem them aesthetics? When discussing and juxtaposing between and within poems containing elements of very different approaches, can overlaps exist as on a Venn diagram or are certain aspects (karumi and wabi, y├╗gen and shasei) diametrically opposed and by their natures incompatible, mutually exclusive, of differing viscosities which in unison would be destined to clash and separate, like oil and water?

Wikipedia notes that “in linguistics, a circular definition is a description of the meaning of a lexeme that is constructed using one or more synonymous lexemes that are all defined in terms of each other.” Each of these notions has, over hundreds of years of prolific usage across multiple mediums (from architecture to visual arts, tea ceremonies and flower arrangement), accumulated a variety of definitions, some of which vary widely and may be more or less helpful to poetic applications. Perhaps the most constructive way to integrate their je ne sais quoi, innumerable translations and facets into a collective picture, create a mosaic of disparate fragments and assemble a comprehensive overview of the patterns and commonalities, is by thoughtfully reflecting upon some poignant examples.

Sabi is certainly not confinable to the season of Fall, nor wabi to Winter or karumi to Spring.  In this and the showcase to follow we have sought out many examples of work in which the kigo (seasonal words) and kidai (seasonal topics) of these aesthetics and feelings run parallel, but you will certainly have little difficulty finding, readily encounter no shortage of opposite tendencies evincing levity in Winter (e.g. lighthearted holiday poems), poverty and aging in Spring and Summer (lifeless desert scenes, heat waves or bleak toil).  

We’re fortunate to have enlisted the aid of some of our day’s most sensational and accomplished poets from around the world who have over the course of their writing and publishing careers demonstrated particular penchants for exemplifying these sensibility and subtle vibrations. By conscientiously examining the tools, methods, iconography and building blocks expertly deployed we shall swiftly gain a deeper understanding of sabi which I hope will reinforce readers’ appreciations and improve their personal practice applying these concepts across own Eastern influenced writing and artwork….

Jerome Berglund has published book reviews and essays on poetry and poetics in Fireflies’ Light, Frogpond, Haiku Canada, Hooghly Review, the Mamba, North of Oxford, Setu, Valley Voices, also frequently exhibits poetry, short stories, plays, and fine art photography in print magazines, online journals, and anthologies.

Poets in Urban Decay: Masters of Sabi

Bryan Rickert
Kimberly A. Horning
JL Huffman
Stephen J. DeGuire
Arvinder Kaur
Sh┼Нnin
John Hawkhead
Susan Burch
Kathy Watts
Adele Evershed

Of change, harmony and more in the New Year

Sunil Sharma
We know what we are, but know not what we may be."
---Shakespeare
 
The last editorial of the last month of the year 2023!
Another year fades into oblivion.

A new one dawns on a dim horizon, full of possibilities, unseen challenges and storms that always carry their solutions within themselves, in their cores---like the silver linings on a dark cloud; the rays of the sun-light trying to peep out from behind cold curtains of mists; the right kind of fertile soil, after every flood.

 
As the great teacher Rumi declares with aplomb, a profound truth about the inevitability of change:
Try not to resist the changes that come your way. Instead let life live through you. And do not worry that your life is turning upside down. How do you know that the side you are used to is better than the one to come?
 
So:
Goodbye 2023!
Welcome 2024!
 
May the New Year hold the very best for you in its coming months and bring in ample measures---for a productive and meaningful existence on a planet that also urgently needs healing, the things that make the transient mortal journey bearable and worthy of living, every minute to be lived most joyfully, despite minor setbacks---the following things: glory, wellbeing, peace, prosperity and Wa (хТМ) that roughly translates from the Japanese into English, as harmony.
 
Wa!
Harmony with society and nature.
So essential, so vital for us all.
 
The December edition comes packed with rich features that will give aesthetic delight.
 
The emphasis is on creating a harmonious blend of prose and poetry, visual and audio-visual elements of communication, literary and artistic for our valued readers.
Happily, Setu Bilingual has crossed 42 lakhs in viewership, all thanks to your support in the last seven years.
 
Setu’s YouTube interviews are further continuation of our mission to diversify the appeal and reach through audio-video mode, and via this platform, continue to have some critical conversations with select artists/authors that are making a solid difference through their contributions to their chosen fields of literary engagements and fields.
 
This month also brings a lot of variety in terms of form and content. 
 
An exclusive work by the noted artist-philosopher from Australia, Robert Maddox Harle (aka Rob Harle) focuses on the crucial intersections of art and technology, a rewarding read.
 
Talking of another brave new world, Rob states: "We are now on the threshold of transition from human to artificial human! I have been investigating this phenomenon for many years, academically, but especially through poetry and art."
Indeed!

It is a pleasure following the creations by Rob.
 
Another important feature is the Japanese short poetry form of Sabi.
Curated by the young and inimitable Jerome Berglund, it showcases masters of this challenging genre---sheer delight!
 
Other creatives, too, bring their best and enrich Setu by their towering presence!
 
As usual, we remain grateful to our contributing authors for their support.
more to come in the year 2024.
 

Take care!

 

Sunil Sharma,

Managing Editor (Setu, English)


Contents, December 2023


Setu

Volume 8; Issue 7; December 2023


Setu PDF Archives

Editorial

Poetry

Collaboration

Short Fiction

Translation: Prose and Poetry

Itinerant Idiolects-V

Photo and Poetics

Author Interview

Author Readings

Author of the Month

Travelogue

Exclusive

Book Review

Novel in Instalment: Conclusion

Setu Video Series of Literary and Critical Conversations

Video: Setu, Bilingual at Sahitya Akademi, India

Setu Initiative: Setu Series of Virtual Readings

Setu Special Edition: Urban Decay: Masters of Sabi


KATHY WATTS

Masters of Sabi



 
 
stronger today
than yesterday
street urine smell

 Kathy Watts

                               
waiting in line
amazing how much people
have to say

Kathy Watts

 
  Kathy Watts has written short poetry and astrology for a long time now. See her chapbook In the Mountains of the Moon for some of her haiku history. Thank you, Nun Prophet Press! For astrology, see Heads Up Astrology on Facebook. She lives on the Left Coast of the United States with her husband, spinning wheel, and teapot. When possible, she avoids people but it’s hard.

Commentary

 Classical haikai distinguished itself from the stuffy court traditions, grandiloquent language and exalted subject matter of traditional waka, focusing on more immediate, proletarian concerns, down to earth imagery and content from early haiku into evolving senryu mise-en-sc├иne. One way this manifested itself was in sensory details, which often included earthy, indecorous descriptions spanning a broad spectrum, from bodily humor to body horror. Scholars will be reminded of the memorable poem shared by William Higginson in his Haiku Handbook of Taneda Sant┼Нka’s, ‘taking a leisurely pee / in lush sprouting grass’. On a social scale the streets running yellow and brown recall the messy thoroughfares of Western frontiers at the edge of ostensible civilization, or could describe a total degradation and disintegration of infrastructure, at the opposite end of the spectrum from Roman aqueducts or latrines, and the electronic talking toilets of modern Japan. Another translation for sabi which may be applied appropriately and consistently across this showcase is ‘solitude’. Indeed, the odor described has the most visceral connotations echoing man’s isolation from his fellows, and being spiritually forsaken by the universe. Beyond just the realm of destitution and neglect, this hearkens across our lifespans from the shame of diapers and bedwetting, struggles at potty training of infancy to the incontinence of senility; the stench is also familiarly associated with accompanying grave illness and institutional settings. There is moreover something so Zen about setting her other micro poem in the supermarket queue, our contemporary breadline, which strikingly captures the Kafkaesque modern alienation of humans, even in the most densely crowded areas. Carl Jung once expounded upon how ‘loneliness does not come from having no people around you, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to you.’  Similarly, there is an astute observation in remarking the sabi and kidai in meaningless banter, not unlike a shedding of skin or blood, the dispersion of personality and individuality into overlapping chatter, our prevailing babble of public discourse.  As William Shakespeare reminds, ‘words are but wind’, and the flood of unmoderated prattle certainly evokes Autumn, can be as readily recognized too across social media and the blogosphere where diatribes from constructive to noxious proliferate indiscriminately, introducing significant complexity to the seeker’s struggle to grasp consensus and locate needles of truth amidst veritable ziggurat haystacks of our our information age. 


SUSAN BURCH

Masters of Sabi



 

 
wraith the days I’m barely here

 Susan Burch

                               

#tuesdaytasting a little doomsday

Susan Burch

 
  
  Susan Burch is a good egg 

Commentary

 It’s a great pleasure to be able to present poetry in this showcase offering ripe examples both of orthodox approaches to communicating sabi and also representing very innovative and groundbreaking strategies, the latter camp where one can often find Susan Burch’s stellar writing firmly situated. Famed for original and always incendiary applications of her characteristic voice and scathing cleverness across a wide range of forms in poetic prose and verse, she has distinguished herself for an especial penchant at incorporating subject matter and themes drawing from a vast and eclectic repertoire of folklore and ephemera which would make Buson proud and leave Shiki thunderstruck, demonstrating an inventive command of techniques of allusion and intertextuality, something one may appreciate further in her collaborative collection with Bona M. Santos Nursery Rhyme Haiku from Velvet Dusk Publishing. In the first of these uncanny, savvily orchestrated monostiches we find a very sabi entity described, inhabiting a limbo of sorts both in terms of perception and reality, between life and death, this material sphere and another less understood, well defined or tangible, paired with an account relating feelings of incompletion, betwixtness, dissipation, articulating a purgatory which well matches the definitive waning, sloughing, coming untethered, that prototypical ‘unweeded garden which grows to seed’ associated—beyond the state of Denmark—both with this aesthetic and autumn more generally. Next we observe a fascinating portrayal of time and space again, discussed in association with a ‘hashtag’ (#) employed via social media posting to increase reach, facilitate interconnection and engagement, in combination creating one of the most unusual and imaginative examples toriawase in recent memory. Additionally, Burch introduces the idea of flavor and sampling, how it impresses taste buds. In a sense within the Western conception of a traditional workweek, the poet has lit upon the longest temporal yard away from any weekend’s relief, the Winter solstice of soul crushing industrial labor schedule’s structuring, as ameliorated and sanitized in this surreal age unnervingly by our cheerful influencer culture, the opiates of consumption and vicarious aspirations toward various dangled carrots of luxury and anesthesia. Astutely, Susan finds a highly appropriate catastrophic expression for the sabi that precise moment entails for a gourmand, with notes of brimstone and dust unmistakable to trained palates. An acquired taste, to be sure!

SH┼МNIN

Masters of Sabi






 
  burning cigarette i watch the whiteness of your breath

 Sh┼Нnin

            

naked penny in cold air, am i really pedantic

Sh┼Нnin

 
  Sh┼Нnin, pen name for Orrin Prejean, was born in Port Arthur, TX in 1981. He came to English-Language haiku around 2006. In 2013 he began writing Tanka under the instruction of M. Kei and had two collections published in 2016 & 17. In the Fall of 2021 he turned his focus completely to the history and current practices of Senryu. In 2021 he published his first collection of senryu, titled “October’s Kid” followed by “Dewdrop World.” He also collaborated with poet BA France to publish another collection of senryu titled, “Retweets.” 

Commentary

 Besides being one of the most passionate and well-versed aficionados in the advantages and strengths of the senryu, its enriching history in Japanese and English praxis, Sh┼Нnin (a.k.a. Orrin Pr├йJean) is an outstanding exemplar at illustrating adroitly the transmission and epitomizing, through eloquent verbiage and affecting descriptors, of a moving, thrillingly fresh approach to the elusive art of sabi.  In his terrifically refined and hard-hitting recent collections from Moth Orchid and Cuttlefish the poet has demonstrated this variant sibling of the haiku’s unique qualifications for embodying this aesthetic (indeed, stretching from individual pieces collected to the titles – the latter also an allusion to a famous elegy of Kobayashi Issa’s, and Buddhist themes of prevailing transience energizing it – heading the volumes themselves) in potent customs. Professor David McMurray, acclaimed longtime editor of the Asahi Shimbun’s Haikuist Network column and poetry professor at Japan’s university of Kagoshima, in a seminal survey conducted in Charlotte Digregorio’s writer’s blog, characterizes the senryu as “city-mouse poetry”, in its dichotomy to rustic haiku’s nature and seasonal subject matter, instead implementing cosmopolitan and human oriented monographs and paradigms.  In the two pieces we share here this virtuoso channels the irrepressible zeitgeist of sabi both in the tangible objets d’art commemorated for posterity, and through the subjective responses and reflections paired with them. One would be hard pressed to submit more germane and fitting symbols of this tradition as it connects vividly to our dystopian age than the blazing cherry, oxidized coinage (specifically, in this instance of soul searching and personal appraisal, ‘honest Abe’s’ graven visage).  The evanescent character of every person’s words and impact, over the course of swift lives as we strut and fret our hours upon the stage, that fifteen minute window of recognition we each are allotted in the annals of history and human memory, and similarly our own sense of cumulative worth in self-assessment, yearnings to actualize, constant questioning and doubts as to those Erikson models which each of us confronts differently with unique results (industry vs. inferiority, generativity vs. stagnation)… All these hearty constituents make for a bubbling stew of provocative poetry, in which sabi provides a key ingredient zestily flavoring!


ARVINDER KAUR

Masters of Sabi


 

 
walking
till the last lamppost
rhythm of temple bells

Arvinder Kaur

                               
fireplace smoke
we breathe in
the moon’s aura

Arvinder Kaur

 
  Arvinder Kaur specializes in English literature and Media Studies. As a poet of the Japanese short forms she has been published in many haiku journals of national and international repute. Her first book of haiku ‘Nimolian ‘written in her mother tongue Punjabi was published in 2013. Subsequently’ dandelion seeds’, a bilingual presentation was published in 2015. She introduced cherita to the readers of Hindi and Punjabi when she translated ai li’s cherita from English to the chosen vernacular and the book is entitled ‘under raintrees’. ‘Fireflies in the rubble’, a collection of haiku/ senryu came out in 2022 and has been published by Red River Press, Delhi. Arvinder Kaur lives in Chandigarh with her family.

Commentary

Arvinder Kaur provides a true treat with these two verses, transporting, translating sabi powerfully into the dominions of the senses, demonstrating spectacularly with finesse and brevity how this idea may be variously felt (from the hard ground with one’s weary feet), heard (in the bells’ plaintive chime), seen (with the moon’s lonely halo), smelled (through the dense smoke), tasted (on the night air). A sumptuous banquet of impressions meticulously cataloguing the complex feelings, some less pleasant, endured while inhabiting our frail and fragile, fallible mortal forms. As we see elsewhere in this showcase flame and immolation are an effective source of sabi, reminder of transitory configurations which is lent additional consequences being harnessed by an Indian author in a milieu where cremation is a popular final disposition method, and the funeral pyre a familiar and time-honored sight with far reaching associations. The motifs of the fireplace and lampposts present a sort of trajectory and direction, leading in the first composition to music, in the other toward the heavens, two sides of a parallel coin which one could conceivably relate to ascension, epiphany, sartori, or moksha potentially. A phenomenally polished and classical set of pieces which pack an almost astonishing quantity of diverse information into a few words, this work makes a resounding testament to Arvinder Kaur as poet and wordsmith, whose writings could equally charm the haikuists of earlier halcyon eras. We’re very lucky to be cohabiting this flourishing period for English haikai, and a digital age where missives can travel from the Midwestern united states to Chandigarh instantaneously! One should also note the sometimes fatal suggestions of bells tolling, most famously immortalized in a certain proverb, and reiterated through a Hemingway novel it informed and inspired. Still, a harmonious sound... 

Adele Evershed

Masters of Sabi



 
 
late fall
the bay nuts
too ripe to enjoy

 Adele Evershed


                               
autumn rain
the mountain trail
suddenly a river…

Adele Evershed


   Adele Evershed was born in South Wales and has lived in Hong Kong and Singapore before settling in Connecticut. Her prose and poetry have been published in over a hundred journals and anthologies such as Wales Haiku Journal, Prune Juice, Modern Haiku, Shot Glass Journal, and Hole in the Head Review. Adele has recently been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net for poetry, and the Staunch Prize for flash fiction. Finishing Line Press will publish her poetry chapbook, Turbulence in Small Places this year and her novella-in-flash, Wannabe, was published by Alien Buddha Press in May.

Commentary

 Carl Jung and Joseph Campbell have posited that a shared unconsciousness may exist, which can help explain commonalities perceived among the dreams of disparate populations, patterns and models (e.g. the mandala) exhibited throughout the artwork of ancient cultures at the furthest distances from one another, who had never come into contact. Unlike some methods of writing and artwork which demands personalization, where specificity and precision augment and support objectives, haikai is peculiar in how leaving things vague and undefined, permitting mystery (y├╗gen) and ‘dreaming room’ (or ma) can in fact truly enhance and elevate a micropoem.  From tanka to senryu universality become a prized asset, with the benefit that translated into our tongue court waka of the forebears may still resonate with modern readers today, and we can hear a stanza about a drenched wayfarer in olden Kyoto and completely empathize and identify with our own soggy travails. The ‘haiku moment’ Adele so aptly depicts may as plausibly have been experienced by Li Po, the nun Chiyo or Akiko Yosano. It’s fascinating to conclude this showcase in a circular fashion of sorts with bookends, and that two of the most captivating talents at sabi of our broad literary circle, possessing very different sensibilities and attributes, would find themselves on secluded roads making their way to a sea. D├йj├а vu is a common experience in short form poetry composition, for these moments which strike a chord are visceral, recurrent and seem to transcend individual actor, time, or space. Antiquity’s most prominent masters of yore traveled the same pilgrimage routes generations, centuries staggered, even at times describing literally or in homage identical scenes from different viewpoints, with complementary lenses. Matsuo Bash┼Н himself famously quipped that ‘those who have no traveling experience along the Tokaido [the old inter-city highway] are quite unlikely to become good at poetry’. If days of trekking illuminates the poet, sabi may be detected in the layers of accumulating film. Skillfully utilizing purely natural imagery in these two verses Evershed nonetheless broaches highly recognizable, profound sentiments about maturing, obsolescence, expiration dates – in a horticultural produce sense, and also in the case of fate’s unexpected submersion of our byways. A wu-wei acceptance of destiny, whether weather or the life cycle of agriculture, going with the flow and following the Tao (or Way) these pieces speak to a perceptive understanding of the universe and our unique respective places in it we can all admire and learn from


JOHN HAWKHEAD

Masters of Sabi



 

 
autumn’s return
spirals of old gold
in dad’s whiskey

 John Hawkhead

                               
lighting a torch
at the longbarrow entrance
a flame’s echo

John Hawkhead

 
  John Hawkhead is a writer from the South West of England who has published over 1600 haiku and senryu all over the world and has won many international contests. His book ‘Bone Moon’ placed third in the 2023 Haiku Society of America Merit Book Awards and follows his 2016 publication ‘Small Shadows’ – both from Alba Publishing.

Commentary

 We’re overjoyed and elated that the inimitable John Hawkhead was able to share his singular, trademark blend of sabi, prized and esteemed the world over, in our showcase here today.  Occupying an often eerie liminal space between the distant past and our contentious present, radiating mystique and pulsing with stirring feeling, these are poems which encompass both the highly private and the unanimously identifiable, revealing astounding technique and dexterous range. Few practitioners possess such a perceptive eye, track record and propensity for discovering the magical in everyday places, portraying the otherworldly features both in arcane minutia and sprinkled across otherwise ordinary backdrops. In the pieces above Hawkhead creates stunning contrasts with a color scheme of yellows, oranges and gloomy gradations of black, achieving multiple hues of melancholy for the reader to infer sabi both in the territory of nature (leaves’ shifting, fire catching and waning) and civil (sediment swirling, ourselves and elders aging in succession). The very notion of precious metals, hard currency in this period of fiat and electronic variations, ever fluctuating understandings of value and worth to economic systems and the modern citizen, present interesting opportunities for consideration and pontificating. The haijin’s invoking of the long barrow, most aged timber or stone constructions to be discovered on the planet, tracing back as far as the neolithic, makes for a compelling metaphoric panorama, which conjures to mind everything from Dante to Orpheus, Hercules to the Athanasian Creed – descendit ad inferos. John’s magnificent wabi and sabi, with its numinous English character, reminds of the exciting overlaps between Eastern traditions and pagan animism, Arthurian and Roman visions of creation and destruction, the supernatural and divine and their byzantine and unpredictable relationships with your run-of-the-mill person. Similarly, there is certainly a perceptible element of sabi to be grasped in the idea of generational transition, whether in the more adversarial Greek and Freudian understandings (of Zeus and Cronus, Oedipus and Electra) or the more benign and uplifting conceptions summarized by the wisdom in well-known Chinese maxim, “One Generation Plants the Trees, and Another Gets the Shade”. 


JL HUFFMAN

Masters of Sabi





crumpled doe
traffic victim
vultures kettle

JL Huffman

                               


burn barrel
ringed with louche men
shooting drugs, guns

JL Huffman


 
  JL Huffman, a retired Trauma Surgeon/ICU doctor, has published four books of poetry-Almanac: The Four Seasons (2020), Family Treasons (2021), Voyage: Vista and Verse (2022), and KAR-KU (2023. She is a 2023 Touchstone Award for Individual Poems Nominee (x3), and was also a 2021 Pushcart Prize (Poetry) Nominee. Her poems have appeared in print and online journals at home in the US and abroad.

Commentary

While surely not unique to North America, the ubiquitous roadkill sightings across long stretches of back road or freeway do have a distinctly Americana flair, and have become a popular subgenre of haiku and senryu in and of themselves, no doubt pursuant at least in part to the oozing sabi permeating, so central to each grim vignette.  Huffman has previously treated this phenomenon memorably in her recent collection Kar-Ku, and here does not disappoint in the slightest.  Her stellar choice of verb ‘kettle’, perhaps alien to the average laymen, has become common knowledge in the world of civil disobedience, where it generally connotes ‘when the police contain protesters in one place for an extended period by surrounding them and not allowing them to leave.’ This deft touch in effect personifies the carrion birds, individually and as a unit, lending further significance, imbuing larger meanings and import on this suggested spectacle and episode.  The fiery barrel in the second piece, whether operated for warmth or the disposal of evidence – perhaps even remains! – is also an especially appropriate prop for this showcase, and indeed the very act of incineration, the limited expectancy of a bonfire, a candle, a match makes for highly sabi article of scenery or set dressing, furthermore amplifying its quintessential autumnal ambiance.  Having an intense and at times harrowing vocation which brought her into direct and immediate close contact with some of life’s messiest displays and most radical characters, this poet has hard earned and come to acquire a commendable gift for depicting our polity’s rougher edges and complex situations with remarkable authenticity and compassion.

Stephen J. DeGuire

Masters of Sabi



 

 
businessman’s
pink slip pocket square…
rough sleeper

 Stephen J. DeGuire

                               
homeless camp fire
neighborhood watch
turns vigilante

Stephen J. DeGuire

 
  Stephen J. DeGuire, born with the birth defect Spina Bifida in Santa Monica, is a proud Angeleno. He has lived half his life in the same small apartment where he reads, writes, watches and listens. A life-long interest in Japan led to writing haiku and senryu which he has widely published in journals, newspapers and contests. His ideas come from both real life and the totally imagined, but the actual writing and inspiration comes when putting in his earbuds and listening to his favorite Japanese singer-songwriter Tate Takako

Commentary

 A quotation often attributed to Gandhi goes as follows: “The measure of a society is how it treats its weakest members.” So many of the verses collected in this showcase speak to one another in a riveting sort of dialogue, and it seems very apropos in our running conversation to follow JL’s poem about the seedy underbelly along the fringes of society with a despairing vision of a comparable cast’s alternate, inverse probable character and role as vulnerable at-risk victims, not just of their own weaknesses, excesses and predations, but of the violence of those better positioned and empowered, with a monopoly on sanctioned arms and execution, along with their close cousins and informal vanguard the angry mob. Sabi again functions as the signifier of implosion and debauch, the symptom of a planet riddled with late stage capitalism in its death throws. Throughout an era frighteningly grounded in the ideologies of Malthus and Ayn Rand, who envisioned the elderly, sick, disabled, neurodivergent and unemployed as drains on communal coffers, whom leadership would as soon get rid of, one often realizes how small and logical a step it can be for conservative attitudes toward rationalizing and championing outright population control, sterilization, eugenic purges, involuntarily euthanasia, ethnic cleansing. DeGuire as well gracefully implicates, raises clamorous alarms, and introduces a brilliant solidarity and chilling reminder with the time honored redundancy icon (sabiest of totems) that every homeless wanderer in a haiku and senryu was once, under different circumstances could still be a hardworking contributor to society, and through bad luck, injury, automation, free trade, what have you they have fallen upon hard times. Like the Greek tragedies, it makes for a sobering realization to comprehend we and them are never so very different, and there but for the whim of fates mercurial go any of us each given day. Stephen’s wry wit, incisive knack for observation, and unflinching courage to advocate empathy and demand decency makes his amazing poetry and generous helpings of sabi something the literary community is very privileged to be edified via.


KIMBERLY A. HORNING

Masters of Sabi


 

 
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 Kimberly A. Horning

                               

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Kimberly A. Horning

 

  Kimberly A. Horning is blessed to live by the sea. A former actor and filmmaker she feels that she has found a new home in writing ‘ku. Kim is a total bookworm and an avid old movie nut. Favorite books include Breakfast at Tiffany’s, The Great Gatsby, We Have Always Lived in the Castle, and anything by Salinger. Kim adores films by Sidney Lumet and John Cassavetes, but also loves popcorn movies. Dog walking and cat sitting are other favorite pastimes. A true beach bum/aging hippie, Kim’s dream is to die by the railroad tracks like Neal Cassady.

 

Commentary

 In the natural world lichen, cherry petals, corrosion, overgrowth, decay convey and underline the passage of time, neglect, and abandonment. In our teeming metropolises the modern equivalencies and indicators of sabi, telltale signage of social and political unrest or collapse may as constructively be evinced and discerned through broken windows and spray painted tagging! Just so can the waning of a civilization or empire be readily gauged by increasing inequality, creeping accretion and monopolization (Horning was kind enough to include this illuminating headnote: ‘All of us are allergic to change. The very rich are immune’… Highly recommend you to perform an image search, but for those unfamiliar aspic or ‘meat jelly is a savory gelatin made with a meat stock or broth, set in a mold to encase other ingredients’) of finite resources, space and influence by smaller and smaller privileged few sections of a population, as the Autumn season itself may by read and understood symbolically in different allegoric contexts, as a fall from grace and utopian settings, leaving protective paradises, surrendering round tables and splintering from heavenly hosts, foregoing freedoms and compromising integrity, desecrating the sacred and corrupting pure hearts and virtuous institutions with insidious tendrils of profit, hegemony and subjugation!  This brings to mind an evocative passage by Matsuo Bash┼Н in his Narrow Road: “When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive.