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30 July, 2014

How to Read a Haiku

Gentle Reader, you may have noticed one or two haiku cropping up on this humble web-site.  Indeed, at the time of writing, the "haiku" tag has been used here 256 times, which is a pleasingly round number in binary.

However, the appreciation of haiku is not ubiquitous, which surprised me.  My surprise is best illustrated with an anecdote.

A few years ago, I was back at the family house for Christmas.  It must have been five years ago or so.  I had my feet up, and was reading the entirely excellent third edition of Haiku Anthology, by Cor van der Heuvel.  This is one of my favourite books, and I often travel with it, and read it over and over again.

I had just settled down, when my brother, who was also home for Christmas, rounded on me: "Haiku?  How can you enjoy them?! They are so pretentious!"

I was floored.  Haiku, to my mind, are the exact opposite of pretention - after all, are they not maximally wabi-sabi, the very embodiment of the Japanese humble aesthetic?  A celebration of the tiny and immediate?  Infused with the character of Zen itself?

I put this thought to my brother.  He promptly chortled, as if I had just proven his point.  Cosmologists are like that.

This exchange has often returned to me.  How could sentient beings possibly find haiku pretentious?  It is a thought that sits inside me like a koan, a riddle with no solution.

We are led, then, to a demonstration, Gentle Reader: I would, if you will tolerate the indulgence, very much like to read a haiku with you.  If this is not your thing, and you're here for the tea, then I look forward to seeing you at the next article.  For those still with me, let us proceed...




plip! plop! plip!
the sinking plumstones disturb
fish beneath the punt


This is a whimsical little haiku, from a time when my dear wife and I were having some time off together.  Let us this time, however, not explain the haiku, but read it together.

The secret to reading a haiku is very much the same secret as to drinking a very good tea: we must proceed extremely slowly, in little sips, a tiny part at a time.  One. Word. At. A. Time.

The haiku, after all, is very (very) small.  Every single word counts, and therefore every single word in a good haiku has been selected by the writer with the maximum amount of care.  Every possible, feasibly economy has been taken to boil the essence of the haiku down to its essential ingredients.  There is nothing loose, nothing flabby, nothing extraneous: it is lean poetry, from which nothing further can be taken away.  This latter is of crucial importance: it is something from which nothing further can be taken away(If you have ever read bad writing, then you know the importance of constant reduction.  A good editor is fearless in expressing the ability to reduce a text.)

There are "rules" for haiku - they are not (despite what you may have learned in school) groups of 5-7-5 syllables.  Their subject matter is quite well defined, and the manner in which that subject matter is expressed is also quite well defined.  One cannot simply cram any old words into 5-7-5, as a schoolchild might, for the result is not a haiku.

The rules are important, up to a point. Like zazen itself, the purpose of the rules is not to foster blind adherence to some arbitrary framework: the rules are there for a reason.  The rules are there to guide one to an appreciation of what it is that makes a haiku.  The rules are the finger pointing at the moon, and not the moon itself.

Ultimately, when one has come to an understanding of what makes a haiku, then the rules are irrelevant and the rules may be broken.  Just like zazen.  However, the rules cannot be broken until that understanding exists.  Once there is understanding, then there are no rules.  I often return to Basho on this point, master of both zazen and haiku, when he spoke on haiku poetry to his students:

"Learn the rules, and then forget them."

A haiku is, like a great tea, a snapshot of a moment.  It is timely, in the sense that it represents a time: one particular moment, snatched from the stream of moments, preserved forever in the form of a brief, carefully-selected number of words, each hanging on the last, and each bringing the reader's attention to that one, special moment: that "a-hah!" moment, which is the purpose of the haiku.  The haiku is a process, a series of steps, and every step, and therefore every word, is very important.  A haiku is a process of gradual revelation.

Let us return to my humble haiku:

plip! plop! plip!
the sinking plumstones disturb
fish beneath the punt


The first line is a series of three noises, three things falling into water.  They have fallen in sequence.

plip! plop! plip!

They have also fallen with pauses between them, hence the exclamation marks, which obliges us to read the words with pauses between them (if we are reading carefully).  An earlier draft of this haiku had "plip-plop-plip", which is a much faster rhythm.  In the final version, those noises are slow, with pauses between them, and that is satisfying.  Whatever it is that is falling into the water feels as if it has some pleasing density.  Only dense things make that sound when they fall in water.

What is falling?  Are they stones?  We might be reminded of one of Basho's most famous haiku, frogpond.  Allusions to frogpond are a common hobby of the haiku writer over the centuries.  We are, at least, reminded of the zazen connotations of frogpond: the disturbance of the smooth surface of the water by the frog, and the sound: plop!  Frogpond is irreverent, a little silly, and very zen.

We take some more sips from the cup:

the sinking plumstones

Someone is eating!  There is a person in this haiku.  It is important in haiku never merely to document experience, but to describe a moment.  Haiku are not ugly descriptions of past events, but are eternally present - they pull the reader into that moment that they have captured, and they do this by being active.

Therefore, someone is actually in the process of eating at the moment of this haiku - we are not alone, and we are with someone who is eating - someone who is eating plums.  Likewise, the plumstones are falling one by one, just as if someone is currently eating - discarding each plumstone after the flesh has been eaten, rather than sinking a pile of plumstones that have previously been eaten.  The eating is on-going, that is our moment.  We are in this eating moment, active and participating.

We suspect that the person may be at leisure, because the stones are being slowly deposited into water, one after another.  We have also, although we may not have noticed, just read the kigo.  This is the season-word, that places the haiku in time: here, "plumstones".  The rules are there to be forgotten, and not every haiku has a kigo, but this one does.  We know that we are in summer, when the plums are ready to be eaten.

We are also at leisure near the water, and that also suggests summer.  Suddenly, thanks to the kigo, we have a feeling of context, and where to place this haiku in time.  We have a feeling of summer warmth, to accompany the feeling of summer leisure.

We take another sip, from the cup, trying to determine its flavour:

the sinking plumstones disturb

The break formed by the lines is very important to haiku, because it makes the rhythm of the poem.  It is understood that the reader is reading in lines, with breaks between them.  In the original Japanese, there is an additional layer of subtlety (the kireji, or cutting word), which is also a part of the better haiku in English, often achieved through meter or a special word.  Here, we have disturb: a direct and active cutting word, which also happens to fall at the end of a line.

We know that the reader will pause after reading "disturb", and so they are left with the compound feeling of having someone with them, who is eating plumstones, that they are at leisure, in the summer, that they are dropping stones one by one into water - and yet what is being disturbed?  We have some ideas.  What could be disturbed in the summer, in the water?

We finish the cup:  

fish beneath the punt.

 We have "a-hah!"  This is a water-borne eater, sitting on a punt!  We are afloat, in the summer!  We are eating plums, on the water itself, and the plumstones are making satisfyingly deep sounds as they descend into the water, the fish scattering as they are disturbed by the sinking stones.  Perhaps this steady supply of falling plumstones is what attracted the fish in the first place.

And so, we now have the full flavour of the cup.  It has revealed itself, and it dwells long after completion, like the huigan of good pu'ercha.

We have a fine summer scene, and we may know that the punts only go out in summer.  We have a supply of plums - and so maybe, just maybe, we are moored under a plumtree that has spread its branches, and its fruit, out over the water.  How lovely it must be to be on that punt, bobbing on the water, in the summer warmth, slowly eating fresh plums, listening to the sound of the falling stones.  It is surely quiet out there, because all we can hear are the plip! plop! plip! of the sinking plumstones. Suddenly, after careful reading, sip by sip, we are out there on the water, eating plums, watching fish.

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It is this precise moment that my dear wife and I shared together as we sat out there, on the punt.  The haiku, like a better version of a camera, has both preserved that moment and invited you, Gentle Reader, to share in it with us, on that punt, bobbing gently on the water, under the plumtree. 

We hope you enjoy it with us.

8 comments:

  1. GREAT! David, I thought your haiku pages are not worth of reading but this perfect introduction opened my eyes. Thank you.

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  2. That was delightful! Thank you for such a great post, bookmarked it and will be looking forward to reading and experiencing more haikus from you!

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  3. Or you just read and feel...

    I'm not sure that haikus are really ment to be read slowly and cut into parts, digesting them like that. Isn't it a bit too acadamic/analytical? There are different schools of haiku, of course, some of them being quite indirect, but I'd say that quite often, a good thing about haiku is that it is so short that it can be read and understood at once, getting a wholesome understanding, before your brain starts to analyse and think too much. Then it may be like countless comments on Mumonkan that try to explain koans intellectually, picking a "finite subset" of paths, where there may be a continuum instead, so to say.

    Just as you say, I also consider haiku to be a snapshot of moment and feelings... but surely, you don't live separably in your senses, time, etc. - everything is at once, no?

    I think that some people consider haiku pretentious because they are presented as something where you have to have some super-special sort of thinking to understand and you're inferior if you're not "among the enlightened". Also, a certain layer of westerner's haiku that are just empty shells composed of haiku rules might be considered pretensive as well (which is, in my opinion, not your case, definitely).

    I really enjoyed many of your previous haikus, I hope there will be more!
    Jakub

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  4. Dear Ezorro,

    Your comment is both very generous, and, simultaneously, something that had both me and my wife chuckling for some time: it is an excellent "back-handed compliment"!


    Dear Daniil,

    Most kind - much of the fun in a haiku is in the composition, which I urge you to try for yourself, if you have not already!


    Toodlepip,

    Hobbes

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  5. Dear Jakub,

    Despite the rather tongue-in-cheek title of the piece, there is, of course, no "right way" to read a haiku, and, surely, absolutely no-one reads a haiku in the manner in which I described. :)

    Rather, the only "right way" to read a haiku is to pay attention. Haiku, by their nature, only work if you pay attention, because the words are so few - it is just like a cup of tea. If it is approached with half-a-mind, while the attention is on something else, then it will pass us by without trace.

    However, when reading a haiku, in whichever we read haiku, there is often rhythm and meter - this is just a product of the construction of the language, of course. Chinese has its own special layers of meter due to the tonal effect, which can be deployed to great effect by good (Chinese) poets - many of the classical poets, such as Li Bai, are rather famous for this.

    The "steps" taken in my article usually happen all-at-once, or some not at all, but, if the reader is present when reading, something of each "step" is encountered.

    When writing a haiku, likewise, these steps are not explicitly considered - but a good haiku can and will impart something in the reader of revelation, timeliness, immediacy, perhaps even humour.

    Naturally, I do not claim that my haiku are anywhere near "good", but they are certainly satisfying to write, and to read (in the manner of a snapshot, reminding me of a special moment past).


    Toodlepip,

    Hobbes

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  6. Hi,
    completely agreed after the clarification. It's always difficult to understand the "parallel vs serial" approaches to just about anything as they emulate each other on various layers.

    Well, for myself, I can say that many of your haiku have had that "feeling of resonating at right frequency" effect on me, giving me a not-ordinary feeling, for which I consider them good :)
    Best,
    Jakub

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  7. its always a bit difficult reading about tea, as tea in its essence should not be 'read' ... but reading about haiku is something else in its own element
    so
    great post!

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  8. Thank'ee, chaps; thank'ee most kindly.


    Toodlepip,

    Hobbes

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