Word: haiku
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...spoke also of the extinction of ego, the ability to lose yourself into what you're writing poems about, to become like the haiku artist-the bursting of silence, the frog into the night pond, the sound of one hand... And all of this in an age of writing focussed so compulsively inward! In the tradition that extends from Eliot to Lowell and those between, most poets write of themselves, in a style which Bly calls the reporting of "news of the human mind." Involved, ego-centered, almost embarrassingly self-aware, many contemporary poets seem to live to reveal...
Some complaints were more sentimental. For centuries, the Japanese have celebrated the annual Night of the Full Moon by composing haiku. In Tokyo, one poetaster objected: "Now that the poesy of it is all gone, what can one do -commit hara-kiri?" In Vietnamese legend, the moon is represented by Hang-Nga, a beautiful maiden; "Now she is no longer a virgin," a Saigon intellectual lamented. Tel Aviv's Chief Rabbi Shlomo Goren offered a 20th century amendment to a 12th century Hebrew prayer on the eve of the new moon. For 800 years, it has read...
Anne Ryan, a New Jersey collagist who died in 1954, at the age of 65, sometimes framed-or rather, mounted-her tiny, exquisite collages of fabrics and colored papers upon other bits of paper. Like visual haiku, they proclaim their sureness and their charm with an absolute economy of means. A sometime poetess and six times a grandmother, Ryan took to collage in 1948 after seeing an exhibition of the collages of the Dadaist Kurt Schwitters. Her own instincts led her toward ladylike materials: failles, polka-dot ginghams and tulles. Betty Parsons, the pioneering dealer whose gallery introduced abstract expressionism...
...McCULLERS should have left her first novel untitled. Its story of a deaf-mute who becomes a confessor for an odd assortment of searching, lost human beings has in my opinion been generally overrated. Her book is good, but it hardly lives up to the promise of its haunting, haiku-like title -- The Heart is a Lonely Hunter...
...Visual Haiku. Signing can be awkward and slow-paced in plays that depend heavily on dialogue, such as Saroyan's The Man with the Heart in the Highlands, which leads off the current show. But the medium is perfectly suited to such stylized theatrical forms as the Kabuki play The Tale of Kasane, which the group performs with the flow and precision of fine ballet. The company's most striking performances are its "recitations" of poetry. Through such simple gestures as twisting her fingers over her heart to show grief, stunning Audree Norton manages to evoke...