I'm still finding that there are
some days I don't bother with the regime, and there has been a recent stretch
of just over a fortnight where I was behind. Every time I fail and I write
about it, I hope that putting my finger on the faults will stop them happening
again. That's not happened! The greater wisdom, though, is to accept upsets are
inevitable, and, though I wish I wrote 'perfectly' [both in the act of doing
and in the words themselves], I have to realise that's just silly isn't it?
Suffering comes from wanting things that are impossible, and wanting to change
things that are inevitable. So there.
What I'm finding quite exciting is
my engagement with 'haikuism', that is, what is a haiku, what are they
to me, what makes a good/bad one etc. To me, a haiku isn't strictly
the strict 5-7-5. I have tried to write at least one of these a day, before
usually going on to do more in a less restrained and, hopefully, more
intra-natural way, whether it be traditional or more 'pop-y'. After all, as Kerouac said in American Haikus [1959], it's unusual to think that the structure used in one language
should be the same in a different one. Then you have the considerations of
nature that are usually found in the traditional ones. I can see their original
function, but first off they strike me like rhymes - clichés, wastes of space
on the page... Secondly, nature isn't always natural in our lives today. When
writing about a street fight, it may be lit more by streetlight than the moon.
And maybe the colour of blood is more intriguing than the yellow buzz of
halogen. And that's it, you know, I never believe you have to stick to this or
that rule. You do what's right for the work. I remember having a conversation
about this with someone who said, “'Yeah but it's good to follow the
restrictions,” to which I say “It can be” [and we need look no further than
OULIPO to make this point]. I mean, hey, sometimes you express something great
in fewer syllables. Is that not worth applauding? Since the whole
essence of haiku is to be essential, why stick more syllables in just to
conform?
The other thing I
was on about was what makes a good/bad one. The bad ones I've written are those
where, put simply, there's no movement in it, no soul or energy or life
or whatever you want to call it – it’s been bent by human hand, not living as
if created cosmically. They're just 'this stuff happened, line break, this
stuff, line break and this is the end'. Maybe that's over-simplistic, but
here's a bad example of mine, from April 2nd:
Red Men keeping lead
'gainst Spurs, what a great result!
then Lovren gifts Kane...
As you can see, it's just exposition. No 'heart' or 'soul', really. I mean, there is a bit of humour. The exclamation mark suggests a finality that is ruined by the curt last line. But it's not good. Here's one of my favourite all time ones by Jack Cain:
What do you think of that? I think it’s really evocative. It's not just the
image that is there in my head, as if I was already thinking about it without
reading anything, or maybe even feeling like I'm there, but it's also
the 'emotional connotation'. I always got the sense of the loneliness in the
room, and it made me feel melancholy. Have I just missed something? Or [this
has just come to me] has someone walked out on me? Anyway, that's great in my
view. And here's one of my own that I think has turned out alright, just to
balance things a little:
ocean's opposite sides:
pensioner waves, baby guggs
and bus rolls on
If you were to ask me about the effect of this year's 'project', I wouldn't speak about it too highly, but there are lots of little positives. It gets you to put pen to paper, it gets you to engage with
your surroundings, it has a 'no pressure' [or little pressure, at least] thing
about it, y'know, 'ah it's only three lines', which makes it accessible. And you
learn a disproportionately great amount about poetry in general from those three
lines [although I'm saying that having written hundreds of them...]. You can
learn about sounds and rhythm, wordplay [linked heavily with where you 'turn'
and also line breaks in general, but also ambiguous words/synonyms], form [more
through the restrictions rather than the freedoms, i.e. you might think how
you'd do it without the 5-7-5 syllables, or even if there's any point to
it, y'know. It's like the mind examines the poetics of it once you're down in the
rabbit hole] and, perhaps above all, focusses on the hygiene of what you're
doing, the weight of each word, how it holds up after cutting out this and
that.
So these aren’t earth-shattering
revelations, but I remember the point where I'd written a few and thought 'hey
lots of these are shit. All I'm doing is writing, essentially, diary-tic
exposition, but breaking the line after five syllables, then after the next
seven. It's not haiku, it's practically prose'. And then I started to
bring it back to the basics, and asked myself 'what's the image, how's the mood
and where's the opportunity for play'? Also, I found that I was beginning with
this scene-setting [expositional] line every time, and actually, if I swapped
the final line [which was often explanatory/illuminating] for the first, more
curiosity was created. It wasn't clear what was going on, you know, there was
an ethereality to it, a gas to walk through to try and feel through. And what I found then was that I sometimes wanted to
delete the clunky line, and write something that didn't make everything so
obvious. Not necessarily intentionally ambiguous, but just shining a light on
part of the memory of what I was writing about, giving a fuller flavour of the
situation I was in.
Again, it sounds basic, but
sometimes I get so far down the road with, say, visual poetry, which, without
going into detail, has different focusses than, say, lyric poetry [sorry for
the simplicity of this...], that I get amazed all over again at the foundations
of another genre. The unifying experience of most poetry I’ve worked on is how
you can treat language like a material. Cut it another way, drape it over the
back of a chair while you move the rest of it about, then stick it back
together in a different order. What I'd like to do is move more towards the 'modern style', where small, mundane things take on an effortless gravity. It's just really cool. The last example of mine [above...] was a bit too self-consciously grand in theme. But we'll see what happens. I'm getting light headed here... Better lie down…
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