The Raw Underlining of Modern Experience
A beauty lies in decay. In dilapidation and rust. Even in haiku poems, scenes of elaborate filth and squalor or raw tones of decomposition can be utilized to embellish a poet's message. Modern writers such as Richard Wright and Santoka Teneda knew this when creating their memorable poems. Even Bashō on occasion used this technique to his advantage. There is a danger making haiku verse into a sentimental recording of an event, a danger in capturing only picturesque moments or sequences of "deeper meaning"— Recreating moments with disturbing images or even mundane, ordinary objects can impact a reader with a strong emphasis, allowing them to transcend the information into something other.
A horse is pissing
In the snow-covered courtyard
In the morning sun.
I feel slightly self-conscious
Before the spring moon.
Making my way through the fallen leaves,
I have a good shit in the fields.
How long will I be able
To continue this journey?
fleas and lice
now a horse pisses
by my pillow
What these five poems have in common is the emphasis of articulating the grit of everyday living— and moving beyond the "ugliness," beyond the unspoken rituals of existence.
With this in mind, I am currently developing a series of haiku sentences on themes not normally associated with such meditative verse. The first handful I have generated specifically delve into the night life of a gay dance club— the ones with less than posh atmospheres, the ones that carry scenes of a warehouse dive, or the hidden Mid-American beer joints with secret entrances.
What I hope to accomplish is a stronger, more direct approach towards my writing— a frank honesty, or a means to expose the raw underlining of modern existence. To utilize themes less expected from an average haiku.
A litany of these will be posted on Twitter: @Pan_Within.
1/ From the stage— leaning through a blur of cigarettes— their hard bodies sway.
17/ When he drinks, his tongue slips forward first—darting into the mouth of the glass.
25/ On backstairs, he hears brusque intakes of breath. Then invisible whispers.
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