10.29.2008

Previous Post: "Not Haiku"

Here is something I posted on the gustaveblack blog back on April 11, 2007.
I think it's still amusing and educational and hope you do too, even if for the second time.


I once had a friend (scholar and martinet, Allison Trombley) who would write haiku for her friends as gifts. She wrote a few for me on my birthday a couple years or so ago which I really enjoyed and which reignited my interest in them. So, I wrote a few for her when her birthday rolled around, and then I wrote a few more for my own amusement... and then a few more.

I've long said that nothing inspires like restriction, so when confronted with the 5/7/5 syllable format, I kind of went crazy.

Allison, however, soon pointed out that what I was making wasn't haiku at all, but rather senryu, which I'd never heard of. The distinction between the two poetic forms is pretty slight, I think, so I'll go ahead and let Kathy Lippard Cobb explain it for you. (I copied this off a poetry website without her permission, so nobody say anything, okay?)

"The primary difference between haiku and senryu is the tone. A haiku is an unrhymed Japanese poem recording the essence of a moment. Nature is combined with human nature. Senryu is much more concerned with human nature, political issues, and satiric humor (making fun of things)."

"There is a big debate over what is or is not senryu. You will see many haiku in the senryu section of many journals or vice versa. Many poets just submit their haiku/senryu, and let the editor decide where it needs to be placed in their magazine, the haiku section or the senryu section."

"There are views that all nature is haiku and all human nature is senryu. Many journals consider some all human nature poems "haiku." However, the majority of haiku combine both human nature and nature."

"The major difference between haiku and senryu is the tone. They are similar in construction."

Alright. Thanks, Kathy.

Here are some of the senryu I came up with...

The house lights go down
The crowd whispers, then hushes
What should I do now?

Hope may yet emerge
A faint light breaks through black clouds
Back in five minutes

Evil awakens
Heaven has forsaken us
Drives me up the wall

Men with erections
Women hungry with passion
Don't answer the door

People say you're dumb
Dull and without character
They might just be right

Put your finger in
Watch your last meal emerge
Now you're losing weight!

Plenty of bedrest
Now I have a job to do
Oh, go back to bed

It's Super Sunday!
There is no Super Sunday
Just go back to bed

Hounded by Martians
Plagued by monsters from Venus
Maybe we should move

Where are you going?
Get back in the ambulance
That is an order!

Have children quick!
Winter is in it's onset
And women are scarce

Penis enlargement
Natural male enhancement
I'll think about it

To hell with healthy
Have another candy-bar
We may all die soon

Eternal grudge-match
Cowboys vs. Indians
(there is no third line)

Sunshine, peace and ease
Things are looking up somewhere
But we live here , so...

I'm not around now
Maybe I was never here
And no one wrote this

You know the story:
"Sucker born every minute"
And I'm one of them

One day I notice
There's a rip in my shadow
Try to ignore it

There is a hum of
Possibility, or it
Might be time to quit

Take your vacation
When and where they tell you to
It's the only way

Quick! I need help
Murdered over and over
And you there laughing

I have a dream of
Being killed by the police
So I don't sleep much

Never known such peace
Your cares are melting away
Now get back to work

Sexy girls beware!
Athletes and businessmen
Are now being bred

Why women like men...
I can't think of anything
Except... perhaps... no

Autumn approaches
Time for renewal and joy
Let's give up and die

Goody, goody! (stop)
Broccoli is a nice touch
And so is your butt

Time's just about up
You better be beautiful
Oops! Oh well, too late

Nature metaphors?
I got yer fuckin' nature
Metaphors right here!

You think it's okay
I realize between stabs
For you to kill me

Some folks got it rough
Others become movie stars
Me? I write this crap

Allison Trombley
That's five syllables used up
Not much room left for

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

How bout this:

He can still create
Makes things weird and beautiful
What happened to me

Unknown said...

"Anonymous said...?"
That's not much to go on, pal
You're prob'ly just old

Allison said...

Just stumbled on this,
Like the sudden winter cold...
Snow looks new again.

Thanks, Chris. Glad someone appreciates the haiku (or senryu).