A young lady begins to question God's existence, and whether praying to the unknown really has any effect upon her life. She begins to wonder if it's all just a ritual, that has been instilled within her from a very young age. She asks... Is it all worth it? Do my prayers really get answered, or are they merely words cast into the open world for no-one to catch?
Once a year I take my classes on a haiku hike. We bring a camera and look for meaningful haiku from the nature that we saw. Nature has a lot to speak to us about if we will just listen. Students always remember the haiku the wrote and say, “That is where I got my haiku.”
Haikus can also be illustrated with camera or brush. Haiku is an art form in Japan and is taught in all public schools. I was invited to attend a calligraphy exhibition that had illustrated haiku. The spectators were deeply engrossed in the haiku and would contemplate on the haiku for a long time.
Here are some excerpts from the book.
Selections from the “Haiku Handbook”.
Why haiku? We often see or sense something that gives us a bit of a lift, or a moment’s pure sadness. Perhaps it is the funnies flapping in the breeze before a newstand on a sunny spring day. Or some scent on the wind catches us as we step from the bus, or bend to lift the groceries from the car. Something tickles our ankle and, looking down to see what it is we see more:
A baby crab
Climbs up my leg-
Such clear water
Haiku happen all the time, wherever there are people “in touch” with the world of their senses, and with their own feeling response to it.
* When we compose haiku we are saying, “It is hard to tell you how I am feeling. Perhaps if I share with you the event that made me aware of these feelings, you will have similar feelings of your own.” What is it that makes us feel bad or happy, how can they share our feelings? What is it that put that smile on your face? Haiku is the answer to this what. Haiku present dramatic moments found in common, everyday occurrences-small dramas that play in our minds. Haiku lets an object or event touch our lives and then share it with another. Being small, haiku lend themselves especially to sharing small, intimate things. By recognizing the…
This is from a series of poems written to writers and famous people. This is one is to the poet Ferlinghetti.
The Beat Generation was a group of American writers of the 1950s whose writing expressed profound dissatisfaction with contemporary American society and endorsed an alternative set of values. The term sometimes is used to refer to those who embraced the ideas of these writers. The Beat Generation's best-known figures were writers Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac, who met as students at Columbia University in the 1940s, and San Francisco-based poet and publisher Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Ferlinghetti’s City Lights Bookstore, in the North Beach section of San Francisco, became a center of Beat culture and remained an enduring symbol of alternative literature into the 1990s. Another center of Beat activity was New York City’s East Village, where Ginsberg made his home.The term Beat Generation was first used by Kerouac in the late 1940s. The word beat had various connotations for the writers, including despair over the beaten state of the individual in mass society and belief in the beatitude, or blessedness, of the natural world and in the restorative powers of the beat of jazz music and poetry. Beat writing generally called for a renunciation of material goods and acquisitiveness in favor of a rediscovery of the erotic, artistic, and spiritual self through the use of drugs, casual sex, music, and the mysticism of Zen Buddhism. The term beatnik was coined in the late 1950s to refer, often disparagingly, to people who embraced the ideas and attitudes of the Beat writers.
Here is something that might be used for New Year's celebrations.
We did it as a skit and it was quite funny. We used a few props like donuts. We played the guy that was giving the advice to be kind of a mad professor type.
When I lived in Kampala, Uganda, we used to go to these weekly poetry nights held at one of the top watering holes in town where the ‘cool dudes and dames’ hung out to mix and mingle. Of course, that’s why we went – hardy, har, har. Actually, we went because we thought it would be a good place to get to know people as they relaxed and to share our faith with them in a natural way.
At these poetry nights, anyone who wanted to could read their verses on the mike to an attentive audience. The professionals read by rote – quite impressive.
I read this poem, as I held a donut in hand. “Metaphysical Donut” is a bit of a mix of Holy Holes and an article the L.A. Times called, “Holes make a Whole Lot of Difference”. It became a hit and thereafter, I became dubbed The Donut Man and was asked to recite it repeatedly.
So from that and other experiences, poetry for me can be a bit theatrical as well as fun. Perhaps we could use more of it in our lives.