Today I found myself writing a script for a video I need to make this weekend to include in my school’s distance learning repertory of art instruction. My lesson needed to be fairly quick and highly accessible to all skill levels of Creative Writing. I decided to do a lesson on haiku, which sometimes appear simple but are actually as complex as they are lovely.
This wonderful and famous poem by Kobayashi Issa — one of Japan’s most celebrated poets and considered one of the four great Japanese masters of haiku — is in my mind tonight because right now the entire world is in a challenging state, many of the people running the show (at least here in the U.S.) are not well suited to the task, and anxiety is understandably high. We are in for a couple of very bumpy weeks, to put it mildly.
But despite all of this, tonight I learned how to arrange the technology to host an online dance party for a few friends, and it was a really good, really necessary time. This juxtaposition of turmoil and grace reminds me of Issa’s haiku, translated here by Robert Hass.
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
I hope tonight you are somewhere safe and in stable health.
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Go to this month’s first Poem-A-Day to learn how to participate in a game as part of this year’s series. You can have just a little involvement or go all the way and write a cento. I hope you’ll join in!
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Japanese poet Kobayashi Issa (1763-1828), also known as Kobayashi Yataro and Kobayashi Nobuyuki, was born in Kashiwabara, Shinanao province. He eventually took the pen name Issa, which means “cup of tea” or, according to poet Robert Hass, “a single bubble in steeping tea.”
Issa’s father was a farmer. His mother died when he was young, and he was raised by his grandmother. His father remarried, and Issa did not get along well with his stepmother or stepbrother, eventually becoming involved in disputes over his father’s property. When Issa was 14, he left home to study haiku in Edo. He spent years traveling and working until returning to Kashiwabara in the early 1810s. In Kashiwabara, his life was marked by sorrow— the death of his first wife and three children, an unsuccessful second marriage, the burning down of his house, and a third marriage.
Issa’s haiku are as attentive to the small creatures of the world—mosquitoes, bats, cats—as they are tinged with sorrow and an awareness of the nuances of human behavior. In addition to haiku, Issa wrote pieces that intertwined prose and poetry, including Journal of My Father’s Last Days and The Year of My Life.
a single bubble
on the green jasmine surface,
aroma of truth
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Thank you for sharing this! 🙂 Would you be interested in posting it on Day 1’s post as well, to contribute it to the cento fodder? 😉
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a single bubble
on the green jasmine surface
aroma of truth
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What a wonderful poem and if we take the old view of hell being below, so true!
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Definitely. 🙂
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I think of the Earth’s crust separating us from fire and magma. It’s like we’re all living on the “roof” of the Earth.
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I love that image.
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I remember going through a haiku phase in high school, and reading several books about Issa and Basho.
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Very cool. What did you like best about them?
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