Kyle TM

Hey creative types, if you work on a piece that results in a physical artifact of some kind — whether as the finished piece or just a component — what do you do with it? Do you keep a physical archive or digitize and ditch? Or something else?

i loved fantasy books growing up. Redwall was my jam and i did a book report thing on The Hobbit in elementary school*. i still enjoy fantasy (Earthsea is amazing) but my affinity seems to lie with stories of a thoroughly modern influence and non-traditional form, structure, or style.

Like this one about elves.

Or Mall is Lost, about mall goblins.

Any recommendations along these lines to share?

*My dad and i built a model of a hobbit home that, if memory serves, consisted of a piece of window/door screen laid atop a mound of newspaper and secured to a piece of plywood. We covered the screen with something and i painted it.

The animated Hobbit movie was also a favorite and i checked it out from the library a lot.

I love this as a reason for writing a poem:

But honestly, I probably wrote the poem because I liked the sound of the words ‘the river rose wildly’ and wanted to keep that sound going as long as I could.

-Max Garland

from today’s poem-a-day

Haiku: Zen Haiku by Jonathan Clements 📚

This book is a lovely mix of two topics of interest to me combined with amazing Japanese prints and paintings.

There were a few sections of the intro that grabbed me. And also provide another set of answers to my long-running question: what is haiku?

“Haiku seeks, in a handful of words, to crystallize an instant in all its fullness, encouraging through the experience of the moment the union of the reader with all existence. The reader side-steps conventional perception, startled into a momentary but full understanding of the poet’s experience. By locking reader and poet into the same reality, haiku helps us perceive the ultimate unity of all realities. Haiku transforms the most mundane of moments into something special.”

It’s not just the notes, but also the space between the notes that make music.

“The haiku poet, knowing that words are not enough to capture the fullness of any moment, inscribes a partial idea that leaves an all-important space for the reader to fill in.‘”

Sometimes less is more.

“The poem tells us as much with omission as it does with inclusion.”

The book is divided into four sections based on the time of day (instead of the classical season based approach). Here are a few of the haiku that I particularly liked from each section.

my gardener of chrysanthemums you are become their servant.

the black crow that I always despised,
and yet, against the snowy dawn…

if seen by day
a firefly
is just a red-necked bug.

a fallen flower
flew back to its perch
a butterfly.

even if the cherry flowers bloom
ours is a world of suffering.

that soon they will die
is unknown
to the chirping cicadas.

some villages have no sea bream
some no flowers
but all see tonight’s moon.

hang the net
and even the mosquitos are pretty
flying through the moonbeams.

inktober day 31: risk

risk it for the biscuit

october photoblogging challenge day 31: home

in the hearts of loved ones home

inktober day 30: slither

the tail of time slithers through the mouth of eternity

october photoblogging challenge day 30: red

red: the leaves the teeth of dracula the evening sky

inktober day 29: patch

patch the elbow of time's worn cloak

inktober day 28: crispy

crispy leaf chips drop from the shredder

microtober day 28: underneath

let a thousand flowers bloom underneath the moon

inktober day 27: spark

court & spark the inspiration

october photoblogging challenge day 27: chaos

it was begging for a low key glitch

chaos; or, wednesday

inktober day 26: connect

or, since i couldn’t read my own handwriting, correct

seems a perfect, poetic occurrence

over correct under

october photoblog challenge day 26: bliss

fresh steam catching the sideways rays brewing bliss

inktober day 25: splat

went apple picking over the weekend so apples are fresh on the mind

SPLAT! of apples unpicked and fallen

October photoblog day 25: gravity

newton’s muse hanging heavy on the limb

microtober challenge day 24: connection

seeking connection while chasing ghosts

inktober day 24: extinct

eons on from ago those extinct cease to grow

october photoblogging challenge day 23: meaning

what is the meaning of a knife? of strife? of a fife? of Second Life?

inktober day 23: leak

slow leak of words onto page

inktober day 22: open

open hearted door

wanted to try my hand at pattern after seeing the cover for the poetry collection: Apollo in the Grass

october photo challenge day 22: rest

recharging empty serotonin terminals

microtober day 21: space

space: to think. to breathe. to be.