Katauta

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This was Paul Brookes’ chosen form for last week. I’m not a big fan of haiku or Japanese poetry in general. The katauta is a half a poem, addressed by one half of a couple to the other. I’ve chosen to write both halves, two katauta making a sedoka, a poem that look at the same subject from a different angle, which I find more satisfying that the one side of the story.

Unwelcome

You look unhappy
I smile try to take your hand
you flinch in irritation.

Sorrow my burden
a bird’s broken wing—no smile
will mend the bone make it fly.

Selective vision

Window full of sun
the rose garden of my dreams
birdsong welcoming me home.

You smell the roses
hear only the birds’ sweet songs
not the drip of the roof leaks.

Shallow

What use dead gardens
full of snow where nothing grows
and spring so…

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Review of Helen Laycock’s Poetry Book “Breathe” by Spriha Kant

The sagacious poetess “Helen Laycock” needs no introduction. She has shown varied phizzogs in her writings, all influential to make the readers submerge deeply in them.

In this book, the poetess has filled her certain set of poetries in a cell, and each cell is followed by a quote.

The poetess in this book has expressed different feelings and has stated different circumstances through nature using personifications, metaphors, and similes.

It is always said, “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder.” Some poetries describing beauties of others unfurl the magnificent beauty lying in the eyes of the poetess, showing a few glimpses seen by the beautiful eyes of this poetess from one of the poetries “Dragonfly” below:

“you share
your iridescence
when you alight
on the fence,
flashing bright
your oiled magic”

“wings silver-strutted veils”

The poetess has created some poetries as frames, each inserting a picture of death, some pictures are of tragic death that can strike the hearts of sensible readers to bloody tears, one such tragic death can be seen in her poetry “Wisdom,” in one of the frames, the death in the picture is a ravenous vampire standing on the threshold, this picturization is in her poetry “Wolf.”
Quoting below a few stanzas from the poetry “Wisdom”:
“Once white under
a bright moon,
ghost of dusk,
the love-faced barn owl,
will soon be a husk,
its flight forever silent,
its round light shuttered,
strewn.

You fired, you goon.”

The poetess is the light in the darkness in some of her poems. This can be cited from the following stanza from her poetry “Virus” in which she acted as a pearl diver by taking out positive aspects from all the negativities of the world:

“Two still worlds
hugging quiet
as nature unfurls
on the peopleless stage.
Softly, it heals,
waiting for the creep
of gentle feet
and the whisper
of heartfelt promises
now we understand.”

Apart from acting as a pearl diver, she has also acted as a live painter by painting beautiful poetries based on her keen observations. Showing below one of the live paintings “Pinked” drawn by the poetess:

“In the shimmer of sunset on rippling lakes
a flamboyance of flamingos
are blushing lilies.”

The poetess in some of her poetries has also worked as a boatwoman by propelling personifications in her rivery-poetries. The words of the poetess Gabriela Marie Milton “A banquet of candles floods the streets” from her poetry “Professions” in her book “Woman: Splendor and Sorrow: Love Poems and Poetic Prose” fits to be used as a metaphor for the beauty of these rivery poetries.

Quoting below a few stanzas from a few rivery poetries:

“The light begins to slumber,
and the rosy windows kindle,
and the water strokes the barge
with soothing calm.”

“Gulping its way down the valley
of her slanted palm,
a tawny brush sweeps and drags,
sags between finger and thumb,
for inspection and settlement.”

“Little glinting messengers,
marooned”

“Wind breathes fragile waves
into saffron dunes”

However, the poetess has also swelled a few rivery poetries with pride by hoisting the flag of the glorious victory. This swelling is influential to motivate the readers to remain optimistic proving that the poetess is a light in the darkness. Showing the swelling in the following stanza from the poetry “Focus”:

“Grey armour succumbs,
curls into a shot pellet,
rolls into the treasure trove”

The poetess has also worked as an intimacy director in her poetries “Tomorrow’s Bonfire” and “Moon Eyes.”
The poetry “Tomorrow’s Bonfire” shows physical intimacy. Her direction to her words is influential enough to make the readers visualize as if they are watching an erotic movie, showing the teaser of this erotic movie below:

“She bends her neck and gazes through the dark.
Her curling tongue begins its careful sweep,
maps contours, sampling the bond.
The slippery mass, inert, lies in a pool,
as limp as his discarded sodden shirt.”
The poetry “Moon Eyes” depicts emotional intimacy, quoting the following words glittering with emotional intimacy:

“we were together,
faces lit,
little moons
in our eyes
like lucky pennies
glowing
in the darkness”

The poetess has also worked as a tailor by beautifully sewing the metaphors and similes in her poetries like a sequin on a cloth. Showing a few sequins below:

“blanch wintry night”

“diluted sun”

“frail as moon-thrown lemon-barley light”

“as chrome
breaks a hole
in the chalky sky,
they are lit
like tinder.”

“fleeting furrows
falling like chiffon festoons”

“Bats
wrap up in overlapped, buttonless macs,
peering over their collars like spies.
Some are the discarded gloves of thieves,
balled-up leather in untidy pairs.
They drape: grey, collapsed umbrellas
broken by the windy commute
and flung onto pegs.”

The poetess, on the one hand, has urged her readers to embrace the beauty of nature and interact with nature in a few poetries and has also paid tribute to nature in her poetry “Earth Mother” while on the other hand has shown nature’s inhospitable attitude in the poetry “Pines” which is commendable.

This is a mesmerizing book for those wise poetic souls who are nature lovers and have beautiful hearts with a good sensibility as well as sensitivity.

Bios (Helen Laycock and Spriha Kant):

Helen Laycock

Poetess and storyteller, Helen Laycock’s writing encompasses poetry, microfiction, flash fiction, short stories, plays, and children’s novels.
Former recipient of the David St. John Thomas Award, and nominee for the Dai Fry Award, Helen Laycock has been a competition judge and a lead writer at Visual Verse. Her poetry has been incorporated into a U.S. art exhibition and her collection Frame was featured as Book of the Month by the East Ridge Review in 2022.

Most recent publications are in Sun-Tipped Pillars of Our Heart and Afterfeather, both published by Black Bough.

Her poetry appears online and in numerous writing magazines and anthologies such as Popshot, The Caterpillar, Writing Magazine, Poems for Grenfell (Onslaught), Full Moon and Foxglove (Three Drops Press), Silver Lining (Baer Books Press) and From One Line (Kobayaashi Studios).

Imminent publications are The Storms Journal, Issue Two and Hidden in Childhood (Literary Revelations).

Current poetry collections available are Frame, Breathe and 13 (poems written in just thirteen words); she is also in the process of compiling several more themed collections.

Many of her poems can be purchased as postcards at Pillar Box Poetry.
Her website Conjuring Marble into Cloud showcases some of her work.

Laycock’s flash fiction has featured in several editions of The Best of CafeLit. Pieces also appear in the Cabinet of Heed, Reflex Fiction, The Beach Hut, the Ekphrastic Review, Serious Flash Fiction, Paragraph Planet, An Earthless Melting Pot (Quinn) and Lucent Dreaming – whose inaugural flash competition she won. She was longlisted in Mslexia’s 2019 flash fiction competition and her work has several times appeared in the Flash Flood as part of National Flash Fiction Day.

She is currently compiling a second volume of microfiction, Ink Spills, to complement Wind Blown, a collection which came about because of the Twitter #vss365 challenge.

She has also written several short story collections as a result of competition success.
These fall distinctly into one or other of the categories, Dark or Light…

Dark:
The Darkening
Minor Discord
Peace and Disquiet

Light:
Wingin’ It… Tall Tales of (Fully-Grown) Fairies with Issues
Confessions
Light Bites

More of her short stories and flash can be found at her website Fiction in a Flash

Formerly a teacher and a writer of educational text, Helen’s children’s fiction is suitable for readers of 8+ The stories are mainly mysteries, but a bit of humour has crept in, too, with a new book about to make an appearance shortly.
You can find out more on her children’s website.

You can follow Helen at Facebook or
at Twitter

All her books are available on Amazon.

Spriha Kant

Spriha Kant is a poetess and a book reviewer.

Spriha’s poetry “The Seashell” was published online at Imaginary Land Stories.

The poetries of Spriha have been published in four anthologies, including, “Sing, Do The Birds of Spring”, “A Whisper Of Your Love”, “Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan”, and “Bare Bones Writing Issue 1: Fevers of the mind”.

Spriha has done five book reviews, including, “The Keeper of Aeons” by Matthew MC Smith, “Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow” by Jeff Flesch, “Washed Away: A Collection of Fragments” by Shiksha Dheda, “Spaces” by Clive Gresswell, and “Silence From the Shadows” by Stuart Matthews.

Spriha has collaborated on the poetry “The Doorsteps Series” with David L O’ Nan.

Spriha has been a part of the events celebrating the launches of the books “Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow” by Jeff Flesch and “As FolkTaleTeller.”

Spriha has been featured in interviews, including, “Quick-9 Interview” on feversofthemind.com and “#BrokenAsides with Spriha Kant” on thebrokenspine.co.uk.

Spriha has been featured in “Creative Achievements in 2022” on thewombwellrainbow.com.

The links to the features of Spriha Kant are:

https://feversofthemind.com/2022/09/13/a-fevers-of-the-mind-quick-9-interview-with-poetess-spriha-kant/

https://thebrokenspine.co.uk/2022/12/07/brokenasides-with-spriha-kant/

#CelebrateYourCreativeAchievementsOf2022 Calling all poets/short prose writers/artworkers between 26-31st December I want to celebrate your creativity over the last year. Please email me a list, plus bio, links and so on. Soon as possible. Today we celebrate the achievements in 2022 of Spriha Kant

#TheWombwellRainbow #Poeticformschallenge last week was #Katauta . Enjoy examples by Robert Frede Kenter, Tim Fellows and Jane Dougherty and read how they felt when writing one.

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Fish

Plunge into cold sea.
A soul is cleansed. Will silver
darting fish flee or stay?

Cantona

When sardines aren’t thrown
into the sea do seagulls
follow you or become lost?

Desert

White elephants stand
in the desert. Watch the past
fade. Will the blood ever dry?

Rocks

If I fall and crash
onto these salty sharp rocks
will you finally move on?

How  Did It Go?

I managed a few variants, only one of which properly meets the Katuata brief in terms of being an unanswered vague love poem

Tim Fellows

Unwelcome

You look unhappy
I smile try to take your hand
you flinch in irritation.

Sorrow my burden
a bird’s broken wing—no smile
will mend the bone make it fly.

Selective vision

Window full of sun
the rose garden of my dreams
birdsong welcoming me home.

You smell the roses
hear only the birds’ sweet songs
not the drip of the roof leaks.

Shallow

What use dead gardens
full of snow where nothing grows
and spring so distant?

Winter garden sleeps
I watch the birds feed bringing
spring in their shining wing-dance.

How did it go?

I’m not a big fan of haiku or Japanese poetry in general. The katauta is a half poem, addressed by one half of a couple to the other. I’ve chosen to write both halves, two katauta making a sedoka, a poem that looks at the same subject from a different angle, which I find more satisfying than the one side of the story.

Jane Dougherty

Four Katauta

1.
Laneway

Scattered broken pearls
Whose neck did your string adorn
Thunder and lightning all night

2.
Autumn

You curl on the bed
Why do yellow and red leaves
Spin with the course of the river

3.
Brooklyn

When fingers trace your arms ask
If blossoms in trees
Are brighter still than moonlight

4.
Travel

Rural highways hail
The months we spent together
Dangerous roads which way now

How Did It Go?

It is interesting to me that this form, Katauta, perhaps the earliest of Japanese poetic forms, is specifically not only about questions, but also about lovers. I felt a noirish tinge and arch romanticism, the moment when pleasure turns to anxiety and drama, or the knowing melody, the forge of obsessive discourse, sequence of events that leads up to an after. How do place and ‘state of mind’ move in a kinetic confluence of asking, reflection, narrative, and interiority. The mix of ‘visual’ images, mystery and syllables show the brilliance of this compact ancient form, its value in conveying intuitive emotion. Although I found this difficult – to find ways to break out of predictable tropes, it became apparent to me as I worked on a series of variants, both rich and hollow that it requires a lot of rethinking of image and order to achieve, perhaps the possibility of the echo, the shiver.

Robert Frede Kenter, publisher http://www.icefloepress.net, editor, widely published author, and visual artist.

The High Window Reviews: Translations

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Tempo, Excursions in 21st-Century Italian Poetry •  So That the Butterfly Won’t Die, Selected Poems by Hatif Janabi

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Tempo, Excursions in 21st-Century Italian Poetry reviewed by Caroline Maldonado

tempoTempo, Excursions in 21st-Century Italian Poetry edited by Luca Paci.
£15. Parthian.ISBN 978-1-91-340-56-9

The title of this collection indicates that it makes no claims to be a revised canon of contemporary Italian poetry.  ‘Excursions’ suggests a more leisurely amble, a more personal and democratic approach. The Italian editor, Luca Paci, who has lived and worked in the UK for over 20 years sets out his principles and intentions in the introduction:

Poetry is an essential tool to understand and question at a deeper level events, feelings and attitudes of present and past, recognising the complexity of reality in a radically different way.

He highlights the diversity of Italian poetry in linguistic practice, form and origin. These are poems that criticise…

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The Sixco Kids: why Belfast poets are still writing about the Troubles.

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It is fifty years since I lived in the North of Ireland and I still don’t know what to call it. I am sensitive to my status as no more than an interested outsider when I come to write about poetry and literary issues in the Six Counties.My attention was caught by the apparent cancellation of the novelist, Rosemary Jenkinson, following publication inFortnightmagazine of an article where she argued that young writers should stop writing about the Troubles and that to do so was a form of regressive cashing in. The article met with a degree of outrage in some quarters and was followed by the cancellation of the writer’s publication contract with Doire Press which the publishers denied was a consequence of the article.[1]Nevertheless, this was a deplorable occurrence and while I disagree with Jenkinson’s views, I see no reason why she should not express…

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Geoffrey Hill 2

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In this post[1], I shall be considering poems from Tenebrae and Canaan. I have omitted Mercian Hymns because I have discussed it in a previous post and The Mystery of the Charity of Charles Péguy because it is too long and because it is in some respects relatively straightforward.

When I first read ‘The Pentecost Castle’ which is the opening sequence in Tenebrae I had three thoughts: one was that the poem was beautiful; the second was that it sounded like devotional love poetry, akin to St John of the Cross or, further back, the Song of Solomon; the third was that the language was extraordinarily old.

It is comparatively easy to work out how the poem works its effect of loveliness. Hill uses beautiful images, many drawn from nature or from the traditional nature images of poetry: flower, briar rose, trees, aspen, river, wind, high…

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Prairie spaces: a discussion of the representation of space, place and home in Field Requiem (Carcanet, 2021) by Sheri Benning and The Weather in Normal (Station Hill Press, New York, 2018) by Carrie Etter.

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Note: This post is a slightly revised version of an essay written for the course,Place in Modern Poetry and Prose: Locality, Environment, Community andExile,run by Oxford Department for Continuing Education and taught by Giles Goodland.A useful video of Sheri Benning talking about her book can be found at:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TBtJpcKoTLEandhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5yZPj8U4K4

The promise of the New World to those arriving from the old was the possibility of space, of horizons thrillingly distant, in the prairie lands of the USA and Canada. Sheri Benning is a Canadian poet who writes about Saskatchewan while Carrie Etter, from the USA, sets her poems in Illinois.

Etter traces the etymology of ‘prairie’ in the first poem in the second section ofThe Weather in Normallinking it to Arcadia and eclogue, before declaring that ‘Illinoisians were never raisedfor hills’

prairiethe horizon the veryedge of the world[1]

For her, the prairie…

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Seeking Mid-Winter Peace

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Back into the routine this week – 7am at my desk, entering into that place between dreams and waking where the writing seems to live. I watch the burnt orange sunrise and the jackdaws returning like a song, a score, streaming in single file to the beech trees outside my window. Then my second cup of coffee in the big mug with the speckled glaze, a chapter of my book (Samuel Pepy’s 1663 diaries right now) and a walk out with the dog, whatever the weather. This is what it is to be alive in the winter, not powering into resolutions, but, for me, it is about searching for that mid-winter peace. So often I have gotten lost in the cold and the dark of January. So often I have found myself winter-sick and waiting daily for spring. This year I decide to bed into…

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A Friendship In Twilight: Lockdown Conversations on Death and Life by Jack Miles & Mark C Taylor (Columbia University Press)

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Mark C. Taylor is, according toWikipedia, ‘a postmodern religious and cultural critic. He has published more than twenty books on theology, metaphysics, art and architecture, media, technology, economics, and postmodernity.’ That means he comes at these things mostly as a philosopher, his theology informed by and dependent upon language and thought and art, more Wittgenstein than study of religious texts. ThatWikidescription doesn’t really do him justice: his books include studies of tattooing and piercing, specific conceptual and avant-garde artists, landscape design, the notion of silence, human perception of time, network cultures, pedagogy and the nature of universities, andImagologieswas one of the first books of media philosophy, written collaboratively about the then-developing internet and digital technologies. This man clearly thinks and thinks clearly about everything.

Since 2004’sGrave Mattersthere have been a number of publications dealing with death, includingField Notes from Elsewhere: Reflections…

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Trilce by César Vallejo Translated by Michael Smith & Valentino Gianuzzi (Shearsman Books)

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This very timely book marks a century from the first publication of Trilce in 1922. The cover boldly hails this as a ‘masterpiece’, of a significance in Latin and Spanish letters to match The Waste Land and The Cantos of Western Europe. I find that a bit strong and unsustainable, although Trilce breaks new ground, certainly looking a lot more experimental than it would now. In many ways it must be acknowledged its significant place, perhaps in that sense of The Cantos of being just a bit difficult to read, but one of those titles it would almost be irresponsible to overlook. Vallejo was an admirer of Ruben Dario; others find certain resonances not inconsistent with Whitman.

Much of Vallejo’s interest is that he breaks with tradition. He had a fondness for neologisms such as the chosen title, the most plausible reading of this is perhaps a combining of ‘triste’…

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