Haiku and Tanka selection September 2012

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Between May and July 2012, a total of 271 haiku and 23 tanka were submitted by 68 authors for this selection. The deadline for entries was July 20, 2012. Each participant could send up to 5 haiku or tanka.

These works were anonymized by Claudia Brefeld, who also had the overall coordination, before the selection began. The jury consisted of Jean-Claude Lin, Matthias Korn and Werner Theis. The members of the selection group did not submit their own texts.

All selected works (17 haiku and 2 tanka) are listed below alphabetically by author's name - up to max. three works per author.

“A haiku / a tanka that appeals to me in particular” - under this motto, every jury member has the opportunity to choose a work (still anonymized), present it here and comment on it.

Claudia Brefeld

A haiku that particularly appeals to me

Selected and commented by Jean-Claude Lin:

dusk

the sewing girl spits

the needles out

 

Gabriele Reinhard

How liberating it is to be able to let go after a day of concentrated work! The mouth is free again to talk, eat, kiss! It is a very sensual haiku, but it also expresses relaxation, liberation. You can literally feel your lips free from the pressure of the needles. And from the point of view of the new, I suspect that with this haiku we actually have a completely new picture.

The second haiku that I would like to highlight is this:

Autumn crocus.

The eyes wide open

of the old mold.

 

Volker Friebel

I voted for its inclusion right away, but without considering anything that could be the most crucial. At first I only have the juxtaposition of Herbstzeitlose (as the flower of death) and (dead, characterized by the wide open eyes) old mold. But how about when the autumn timeless was first seen in the wide-open eyes of the white horse! Isn't that a great picture for this moment of death?

Third, I would like to mention a haiku that I initially did not find suitable for the selection:

after stumbling:

the reproachful look

on the stone

 

Gerard Krebs

It seemed much too obvious to me, ordinary, even meaningless. But how about if the stumbling person notices the reproachful look at him and is just startled because he stumbled over a memorial stone for a deported Jew and wanted to scold that stone, but otherwise, theoretically !, fully confirms its existence? So there is a stronger element of surprise in this haiku!

With such haiku, you can be happy that this little art is also cultivated in this country. It can also reveal great or meaningful things.

Selected and commented by Matthias Korn:

Touchdown

your head

on my shoulder

 

Hans-Jürgen Goehrung

That one moment ... hold your breath ... then ... touch down, the first contact with the ground, the ball that reaches the end zone ... exhale ... redeem ... free ...

It is the first thing that comes to my mind when reading the haiku.

Touchdown - unusual for a Haiku start, I think. Is it about American football? Touchdown, it only takes a second to pronounce this word and I can feel the tension easing while I am speaking, I hear the reporter in the stadium, whose voice rises from astonishment to enthusiasm and cracks.

Touchdown - maybe it means touching down, the moment when the wheels of the airplane touch the runway, as can be read in the German translation, when the relief flows through the body, a sigh escapes, the clenched hands loosen.

Touchdown.

Then the break. The gesture sketched by the author in the following lines touches me. I get the opportunity to combine my own experiences with haiku, the feeling of trust, security, knowing, being one.

The second of the touchdown stretches as if in slow motion, the contact is made, it tingles in the stomach, the protagonists have found each other, "The End" is slowly faded in on the screen. A still shot.

I no longer find out how things are going with both of them. Is it the start of something special? That opens up more spaces for me, creates associations, and resonates.

I want to hold on to him for a moment ...

Selected and commented by Werner Theis:

Evening sky -

the farmer crumbles

a handful of earth

 

Hans-Jürgen Goehrung

For a natural haiku, and this is one with almost archaic images, the exact description of what the haijin sees is elementary. Everything that is not necessary for the display must be left out. This retreating behind what is seen is downright constituent for a successful haiku. Furthermore, it is essential to leave space. The viewer must be given the opportunity to take in the picture and then complete it. This works wonderfully here, because the picture is rounded, that is, it leaves room for interpretation and contemplation. That's how I imagine a decent haiku. I enjoyed reading and commenting on this text.

Football fever

Dad eats chocolate bars

for the sticker album

 

Bernadette Duncan

Here we have a completely different text that is strictly speaking not a haiku, but rather a senryū. Nowadays, there is no longer a strict distinction between these two varieties of the Japanese short poem, which may be due to the fact that haiku poetry has long ceased to be a purely Japanese matter. As the father of two soccer-crazy daughters, yes, fortunately that is different today than when you had to have a son to be able to discuss heated debates about national team games extensively.

The sticker album is part of a European or World Cup. And of course, the son and daughter would like the album to be complete. Then Papa has to sacrifice himself. The text manages to bring all of this almost playfully into the traditional 5-7-5 form. The indent after the first verse creates together and in conflict with the two subsequent verses the entire picture, which tells a whole story with a humorous wink, i.e. creates the space for your own paver counting, for tracking your own experiences, for commenting and letting yourself go ,

The selection

"Hello Josefin"

the radio turned up

in the rose garden.

 

Johannes ancestor

"Venus Transit"

in front of the sun

fly three ducks.

 

Johannes ancestor

Gardening -

under the foliage the rain

of yesterday

 

Christa Beau

Firefly -

his hesitation at home

at the light switch

 

Winfried Benkel

Football fever

Dad eats chocolate bars

for the sticker album

 

Bernadette Duncan

freckles

again he miscounts ...

 

Gerda Forester

Midsummer Night -

the distant sound in the rain

a fiddle

 

Gerda Forester

Autumn crocus.

The eyes wide open

of the old mold.

 

Volker Friebel

Evening sky -

the farmer crumbles

a handful of earth

 

Hans-Jürgen Goehrung

Touchdown

your head

on my shoulder

 

Hans-Jürgen Goehrung

after stumbling:

the reproachful look

on the stone

 

Gerard Krebs

Beer garden -

the sky

always bluer

 

Claudia Melchior

the dirt road

lined with birch trees

in a whisper

 

René Possél

dusk

the sewing girl spits

the needles out

 

Gabriele Reinhard

autumn wind

I leaf through

in my favorite book

 

Gabriele Reinhard

charter flight

the smile of the stewardess

Duty Free

 

Klaus-Dieter Wirth

After the office day

the blackbird meeting

listen in the garden

 

Peter Wissmann

You cherry trees

from Fukushima,

blooms for the fifty,

that are still there

and see you!

 

Tony Bohle

Found

in the hidden place

wallflowers

in the shimmering light

the child with the watering can

 

Use Jacobson

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