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IntroductionAs poets, what do we think of when the Orient is mentioned? Most would think of Haiku and perhaps Tanka, but after that most would scratch their heads. By definition the Orient begins East of the Mediterranean and includes Asia especially SE Asia, and if we ignore modern names and think of Persia, and we start to enter the world of the poet and as we travel further East we see a world rich in poetry. Too often, we forget that Western poetry was far slower in emerging and very often was for a privileged few, whereas in most cases Eastern poetry was used by all classes and both sexes. With the spread of Islam through the East, the origin of some poetic forms may be in doubt, but is it really important? Not only was the Muslim leaving his poetic mark, at the same time there was a movement of Buddhists, Hindus and Chinese throughout SE Asia and these four major philosophies have left their marks on the poetic culture throughout SE Asia. As a presenter of poetic form I will try and give you a little background into each of these forms. |
Middle East.
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Bitter Race Tonight lets have a drinking race Without your love no clock will race. Fill the tankard with wine that's soured Make our feet too leaded to leave the race. Memory lasts longer than liquor poured Un-lived dreams litter the path we race. Life's bitter brew this cup o'erflowed With thoughts that makes my heart race. Till consciousness by sour wine devoured Strikes me out of this hard fought race. Ryter Roethical
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Middle East.(Persia)
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The lonely night draw swiftly down Covering the world in a deep black gown Creeping softly in without a sound As I sleep alone in this distant town.
I close my eyes, but sleep can't be found |
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I Wake! For the Sun, who scatter'd into flight The Stars before him from the Field of Night, Drives Night along with them from Heav'n, and strikes The Sultan's Turret with a Shaft of Light.
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S.E.Asia. (Malaysia)
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Pantoum for a Chinese Mother A child with two mouths is no good. In the slippery wet, a hollow space, Smooth, gumming, echoing wide for food. No wonder my man is not here at his place. In the slippery wet, a hollow space, A slit narrowly sheathed within its hood. No wonder my man is not here at his place: He is digging for the dragon jar of soot. That slit narrowly sheathed within its hood! His mother, squatting, coughs by the fire's blaze While he digs for the dragon jar of soot. We had saved ashes for a hundred days. His mother, squatting, coughs by the fire's blaze. The child kicks against me mewing like a flute. We had saved ashes for a hundred days. Knowing, if the time came, that we would. The child kicks against me crying like a flute Through its two weak mouths. His mother prays Knowing when the time comes that we would, For broken clay is never set in glaze. Through her two weak mouths his mother prays. She will not pluck the rooster nor serve its blood, For broken clay is never set in glaze: Women are made of river sand and wood. She will not pluck the rooster nor serve its blood. My husband frowns, pretending in his haste Women are made of river sand and wood. Milk soaks the bedding. I cannot bear the waste. My husband frowns, pretending in his haste. Oh clean the girl, dress her in ashy soot! Milks soaks our bedding, I cannot bear the waste. They say a child with two mouths is no good. Shirley Geok-lin Lim |
S.E.Asia. (Burma)
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FTRA (Freight Train Riders of America) Down by the rails soup in pails, hot train wails, main line life is fine, see cheap wine, the world in a whirl: life unfurled bedroll place with soul. Sleep the goal: seek life options rife call your strife constricts but it picks us and sticks on you confined blues mode he rues mundane on this plane tied life's pain to vent the rails went off and sent away boxcars sway free no pay to stay FTRA Dana Rowe |
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Altona beach days were the ways gone it pays to hide stay inside now otherwise horrible things may grow. Ryter Roethicle (from Ozone Layer) |
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Wonder sky opens up peals of thunder children wonder eyes wide in awe drumbeat droplets jagged fire draws each one to pause squirm in their seats hailstones bouncing roof rattle greets as storm now meets end in rainbow Dana Rowe |
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My spirit My spirit is no longer part of me I gave it away to you most willingly Together with my heart. I would share it all with thee And boast for all the world to see Willingly giving you my heart. Tell me of your love I will agree And share my life to infinity See again I offer you my heart. Isn’t love the most simplistic plea Showing you are open and free Infinity calls let's share one heart. Ryter Roethicle |
S.E.Asia. (Viet Nam)
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A Luc Bat Poem A luc bat poem is such You need not say so much at all Simple words can enthral It can be simple and small or big An epic thingamajig Alter words make them fig or fit The poetic licence bit Just like that line of **** or **** Whatever, give it a bash Now my mind I must thrash and beat And turn these humble feet So first and last line meet and touch Ryter Roethicle |
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Dawn Summer has now almost gone I wake and wait for the dawn hear the birds and their song can there be any wrong with life. The air is fresh, full of life day has not begun its strife lay back, relax again before the day and strain begins. Sun begins its daily round the cacophony of sound now invading my rest rising, my day has best begun Rising, my day has best begun Summer is now almost gone Ryter Roethicle |
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Modern SijoIn "Modern Sijo", there has been an easing of the syllable count of the phrase groups and more modern poets have broken up the phrase groups into two per line and from this we have a six line sijo as an alternative poetry form.Thus using the modern form my original poem becomes:
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Introduction
Katuata.
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The most intricate Japanese Poetry form is the Choka, or Long Poem.
Looking at this, it is easy to see why Poetic Historians believe the Katuata is the original basic unit of Japanese poetry using either the 17 or 19 unit onji. |
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The true feeling of Tanka like all other non-English poetry forms has become
forgotten over the last few decades and made this wonderful form just an
ordinary poetry form instead of a strict form of Zen. Like the Sonnet of English and Italian courtiers during the European Renaissance, the Tanka served as a vehicle for love poetry for Japanese lovers during the five centuries of the Nara and Heian Periods (roughly 600 to 1200 AD). During this period Tanka became notes exchanged by lovers. On returning home from a tryst the man would immediately sit down and compose a Tanka of gratitude, perhaps commenting upon some specific event that had occurred. The note would then be immediately dispatched to his lover by messenger or servant and his lover would be expected to instantly compose and return a suitable Tanka response, even if that meant arising from sleep. This form of poetry took on the name of Somonka.
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HaikuUnfortunately some of the most misused poetry forms are the Japanese ones, especially Haiku. It has a wonderful simplistic form however, in ignorance most modern occidental poets not knowing the true form, or ignoring the truth, superimpose their own ideas and beliefs on it. It is the intention of this discourse not to be controversial, but merely to open the poets eyes to the nature and true beauty of these forms.
Renga
True Haiku presents an observation, a web of closely associated ideas (renso). A suggestion of time and place linked with this observation and an active mind on the part of the reader and we have "Haiku". Working together a mood of perception is given. The poet does not need to comment on this mood merely to leave the reader with the image that has been evoked. True Haiku have two specific images and do not have a specific number of syllables, remembering that Japanese writing runs down the page and not left to right as occidental writing does. Whenever possible only concrete specific language should be used. Adjectives and adverbs often interpret what is seen and should be avoided. Weak verbs should be replaced with strong verbs. ie; instead of "go", use"run or walk etc". Words using sensory connotations are preferable so that the imagination is left to respond to the stimulus. As was stated earlier this poetry form emerged and was developed by the poet Basho(1644-1694) into a refinement of Taoist symbolism and Zen Buddhism and although starting in the eighth century many Japanese poets state that "Haiku" began and ended with Basho. The important difference between Japanese poetry and occidental poetry is the reliance by occidental poetry on the metaphor to set the image. Japanese poetry relies on the literal accuracy.
The basic form is 5. 7. 5. Syllables. Use words that arouse the imagination and make the senses respond. The use of verbs should be strong with definite meaning like "Running" rather than weak like "Going". Most of all adjectives and adverbs should be avoided as very often they help interpret what is happening rather than allowing the mind to sense what is happening. Senryu A true Haiku is a spiritual experience, an extension of Zen and should contain reference to a season or nature and is a spiritual experience of the universe. The epiphany or ending (satori), should penetrate into the heart of the theme. There is another form that follows exactly the same format as the Haiku called the Senryu. The senryu deals more with human nature and it is considered the best form when the satori is ironic or funny.
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Soun SchoolThere are a few Japanese Poets , you might want to take into consideration. The first is Takuan, a Buddhist Zen Master, .
Writers of these poems did not think of themselves as Poets. Rather they were masters, very gifted men and women, monks, nuns, and laypersons who found themselves faced with truths that could be expressed no other way than in the format of a poem. Enlightenment brought the transformation of spirit : a Poem was meant to convey the essential experiences. Such awakenings took , in many cases years of unceasing effort , if they were luck. Most never really knew it. Basho, discipline of Ejo, the Chinese master, was asked by his Zen Master why he spent so much time in meditation. " To become a Buddha" came the answer. Both the Soun school, which is best summed up as being ruled without rules, and classic Zen poetry, often are about what the poet sees : perceptions of ultimate truths, reflected in nature, in the few lines of pure essence of thought, of truths, as the writer sees it.
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