My Thoughts on Writing haibun and haiku

Form, Balance, Flow

I have spent the last several months researching and studying the history of both the haibun and the haiku.

For those of you interested in reading a very brief understanding of these two writing terms, I have added this information today into the Ligo Haibun section (tab) at the top of this blog.

From the research, I learned the narrative (prose) portion of the haibun began it’s life, hundreds of years ago, as mere jotted down notes and comments in the journals of Japanese travelers. Later to be used for the purpose of assisting with the composition of the haiku (poem) of his experiences.

Eventually these notes evolved into what became it’s own literary style of work along with the haiku and thus the haibun was created and began to evolve.

I have kept a journal for much of my life. It was recommended to me, when barely out of my teens. And it became a life style habit of mine.

I’d write my thoughts, of the previous day, first thing in the morning (on days I didn’t work) or my thoughts, of the day, that evening when I would retire.

The interesting thing is I always felt the need to summarize my thoughts at the end. And yes, it appears that I was doing my own version of a very rough form of the same methodology of how the haibun originally came into being.

It didn’t take me long to realize, that I enjoyed the haibun style of writing because I was very much at home with it. Perhaps in a less refined style, I have still been writing in a similar way, in my own journal, for years.

My advice to those (and I do encourage you to begin to keep a journal for yourself) who write, is to give a try to writing a haibun. Join the Ligo Haibun Challenge. I don’t think you’ll regret it.

Proceeding on:
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(some hints)

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~ free yourself from a preconceived mindset of what you want to accomplish when you write ~
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~ be there, in the moment ~
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~ start with your own creative energy and think about how you feel about what you want to write ~
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~ with the image in mind, view your interpretation of how you’d like to present it ~
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~ write ~

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My personal view:

The haibun: A meaningful narrative – ‘the body‘ and the haiku – ‘the heart’ of the piece. It is a work of art, a song in “word expressions” relating to your emotions/feelings in the form of a short story, opinions or series of thoughts. The haiku – the essence.

“In summation, to me, writing a haibun is about extending yourself within the form/balance/flow of the haibun (writing style), which can, in turn, expand the value of your presentation.

In other words you have the ability to improve both yourself and your writing skill as well as illustrate how powerful the haibun, itself, can be – through your own written words.” Penny L Howe, 2013

Thank you,

Penny L Howe

Life’s total immersion!

Fantasy, mystery, imagination, the unknown. Each of these elements fascinate me allowing my mind to visit so many wonderful places.

mystery~

But if one isn’t careful it can be difficult to leave this world of “otherness” and come back as the person you once were. But who were you? Or better yet what are you? Both good questions for the questing mind. The true uniqueness of what being a human is all about! Unraveling the mysteries of life!

fantasy

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I EXIST!

Today is not the I of yesterday,
Yesterday, I was other than.

Today I AM.

Tomorrow
I will be
more than
I
can know,
 
And all
I can dream!

Penny L Howe, 2013

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Thanks for the visit,

plh

The Essence of Truth

So I hung out with my friend “Willy” last night (William Shakespeare – love his words) and Muse showed up desiring to play, so my prose discusses the “today” of life that is so filled with commercial artifice and pretense, please enjoy!

truth

TRUTH

Is that you
The persistent hovering
near the backstory of my being …
Truth,where art thou?
I sense your longing
to reveal all.
You seem so close yet far away
I can’t quite touch you
surrounded by life’s illusions,
this glamour of falsity,
enticed by artificial pleasures.

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Are you still really there?
Cloaked dissimilation,
Truth,
you present naught
but ambiguity of manner,
unrecognizable.
I cannot bear your distortion.
trapped within life’s backdrop
the current unfolding drama,
or should I say comedy
(of errors perchance?).
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I sigh for such is life today
where truths are only words
… of which are played.
And we, most amateur of playwrights
unable to see you as you really are,
make much of puzzling enigmas,
while busily
fashioning the fashions
of the state of our being.

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Alas, the curtain will still rise
the show must go on.
If  I could but see and know you
But truth be told
I don’t know that I would recognize you
from
the falsity of purpose
you’ve become.
Could you, would you
come a little closer
and give not just an essence
but a pureness of thought
word and deed,
For I find, we need you now
more than ever.
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Penny L Howe, 2013
 

plh

Thanks for stopping by, have a great weekend,

 

All that I Am!

An expression in poetry regarding the Human Spirit in ALL of us!

The human spirit

All that I Am

I am as constant as clouds floating high overhead.

My concerns as deep as the oceans that ebb and flow upon our shores.

I am strong and durable, as constant as mother Earth whom I dwell upon … drawing strength from her very being which is a part of me.

I will not fail you,

But I will make mistakes,

… go a wrong direction

… go too many directions

… Be inappropriate in my actions.

And for all these I promise to rectify the wrong when possible, face my mistakes and learn so perhaps in the future these mistakes won’t reoccur.

So I ask for your understanding for all that I am not. And I ask for your blessings for all that I am – both the good and the bad.

… for I am as constant as the clouds floating high overhead. As strong and durable, constant and caring as the Mother Earth I dwell upon,

And my love for you is encompassed within

… All that I am!

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~ Penny L Howe, 2013

plh

Disfunctional functionality of modern life

(Having fun here so you might want to keep Google handy for this one!)

surrealism faces

The Juxaposition of Life

Tis a deluded labyrinth, this maze of entanglement.

Can one not be weary from frenetic confusion of inextricable bewilderment.

And the oh so sophisticated posing, a mere redefining refinement

Of a subtly delicate signification through a fogginess of madness.

Must we craft a disordered imbroglio, interpolating perturbations?

Which follows upon a pure mystification of pandemonium.

I sigh as the symptomatic symphonic disharmony

symbolizes the intricate involution of life.

dysfunction

 The Surrealism of Surreal Reality

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Thank you,

Penelope the Wise!

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