I read somewhere that today is National Haiku Day!
Would it be celebrated all the way from Aomori to Osaka?!
It is supposed to be a little poetry in celebration of nature!
Is that a little depiction or syntax of all the forces of nature?
And is earth’s nature a microcosmic paraphrase of an eternal form or idea?
Somewhere, like a foliage and weather from some constructive
energy, that sought to resplendent earth and also warn of its destruction?!
Haiku, is it creative, is it symbolic, is it natural and authentic? I have never been to Japan,
but I know that Japanese are very systemic; their railways are to the dot!
And they love every latest gizmo, and want to acquire it!
But they also have a fancy for wood and bamboo; and I believe their gardens
look ethereal in autumn. Do seasons of change also constitute Haiku aphorism?
Must such illustrative creativity only be restricted to short verse? A bonsai of sorts!
I know very little about Japan; but I know Hokku is the longer version of Haiku!
Poetry is a strange medium – you can be honest, dishonest, confessional, self-disparaging
satirical, cynical, derogatory, misanthrope, and even fantasising! And it can mean intensely different things
to different people; and yet most poems are seldom remembered. (Yes, we have
now the Internet to call up any poet! And AI can even construct verse better
than we do!) But is fatality as benumbing as futility, and as despairing?
Nature, what is nature? Can it comprise of all these things afore-mentioned? I know nature
can be self-destructive, just like poets often are! Are poets, or Haiku poets, like Samurai warriors?
Japan wanted to conquer its part of the world in the middle of the last
century and met with much grief? Does nature also have a war to enforce, like a conqueror, that
needs to confirm and conform to its revolutioning (pun intended!) legacy, by destroying everything that depends
on it, even itself? Does death need to empty us out to fulfill a rebirth? So is war legitimate
taking a cue from the dynamics of nature? Like old adages and edifices that become
corrupt so they need to be inflicted with an end, an upheaval? Can we savour the
simplicity of such daunting logic? You know how a harakiri is considered an ultimate sacrifice,
to prevent the malefication of the soul from the strangeness of humiliation! May be the universe itself was no
consummation but an adulteration, thus avowedly taking the long path to
tearing itself apart! Why are all processes so long-drawn and not like the little
Haiku? Can beauty also be recognised in death as it is in creation?
Where does death begin in all life? Is it also a prolonged process, even if
we actually imagine that death is like a Haiku, just in moments! As brief as saying Sayanora!
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