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Part One : Home Alone
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an empty couch
beside me
watching TV
just isn't
the same


all those
stupid things
that would have
frustrated me–
I miss them now


acting like
teenagers
on the phone–
no, you
hang up first


one white cloud
in a blue
blue sky–
where is that
robin I can hear?


night rain
hard against
the window–
our double bed
feels much too big


the pillows
smell of her
recalling
the last time
we had sex


sounds echo
through the
dark house–
I sleep with
the light on


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Part Two : Night Flight
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let's give Brian
a hand
the flight attendant quips-
last to board
he drunkenly sits


I watch someone
reading their book–
who watches me
as I write
this tanka?


streaks of light
in the window
air born–
I wonder, will
we all die tonight?


learning to write
tanka on the plane–
my lips dry out
while Takuboku's
pages curl


unable to tell
sky from ground–
on the wing
a light flashes
red black red black...


before I have
even written
six tanka–
the captain announces
we're about to land


I squeeze my dirty napkin
into the empty can–
unused straw
don't feel lonely
there is room for you too!


I stop writing
as she checks
my seatbelt–
last line forgotten...


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Part Three : Hotel Lives
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in the hotel room
frantically looking
for condoms–
all we find
is a bible


Dear John,
Fuck this is some
sexist crap.
Sincerely,
The Corinthians


once in the
afternoon
again in the
evening–
do not disturb!


composing tanka
at 3am in
the morning–
she sleeps while
I watch cartoons


five floors down
five floors up–
do I really
need another
cigarette?


watery
moon–
smoke in
the cold
air


plenty of
room on
the elevator–
why don't the
cleaners join us?


after three
days apart–
even holding
hands gives
me a hard on


when we
get back
from breakfast–
our room
tidied by ghosts


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Part Four : Hang on to your ego
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sun
then rain
then sun
again–
cabin fever


the walls
of the room
close in–
as the space
between us grows


arguing
all afternoon–
why can't
I let go
of my pride?


she is in
the shower–
I sit on
the bed
fuming


last day
in the hotel–
we pack
our bags in
silence


there is
no poetry
in our fights–
just a lot of
useless words


I am sorry!
she is sorry!
sometimes
it is not
enough


our anger
disappears
as we realise
eventually
one of us will die


she throws up
in the toilet–
I am reminded
how much
I love her


struggling
each day to
like myself–
how could I forget
so is she!


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Part Five : Homeward Bound
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we stare
at each other
in disbelief–
what the fuck
is “leaving tax”


oblivious of
other passengers–
we hang
on the sky's
every word


snow melts
coming down
the mountains–
rivers turn
into seas


white peaks
through the clouds
below–
imperceptible
planes


lakes no
bigger than
my palm–
trees become
fingers


pockets full
of air–
hearts
in our
throats


how long
must the earth
have journeyed–
she weeps
with joy


chasing
the sun
set–
red
horizon


dusk
descending–
lights
up the
runway


home–
so glad
I cleaned
before
I left


recovering
from our
holiday–
takeaways
and television!










(August, 2008)
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“ Poetry must not be what is usually called poetry. It must be an exact report, an honest diary, of the changes in a [person's] emotional life.” (Takuboku Ishikawa)

Ryoko Ki is Japanese for "Travel Writing" or "Journal of my Travels."

This is a seres of tanka that I will add to as the days go by. It is a set which I took notes for while on holiday. There will be a series of notes to go with it sometimes explaining the circumstances, sometimes talking about the approach to tanka I took (largely influenced by the modern experimental tanka poet Takuboku - he has some amazing work).

Tanka is a five-line form of Japanese poetry, a distant cousin of Haiku (a three-line form). Traditionally in tanka the syllable count follows a 5-7-5-7-7 pattern, but as a modern English experimental poet I don't tend to obey syllable counts (and modern Japanese poets, as far as I know, don't stick to syllables anymore either).

These tanka are linked, and form a story together, a complete narrative, or at least I have tried to arrange them in such a way that a narrative (and mini-narratives) emerge. The over-all narrative is going on holiday, but many little mini-narratives exist within it. For instance, in Part Three there are three poems linked about sex, and then three poems about me awake at night while Robyn slept. Hopefully the poems can, 1) stand alone, 2) link into chapters, and 3) resolve into micro-narratives within the chapters. Lines within lines within lines. Poems within poems. Let me know what you think.

Notes:

Part One: My partner, Robyn, leaves for Hamilton and I am left home alone. Tanka, as far as I understand it, was traditionally a form of poetry which took desire, longing, lust and love as its main themes (while haiku took the love of nature and senryu took human-nature, although I am never a stickler for strict definitions - Takuboku argued that any subject is fine for a tanka, and I agree). I initially decided to write these poems as tanka (rather than haiku or senryu) in order to explore the traditions before I move on to experimentation with the form. These are the first tanka I have ever written. My last name is "Whyte," by the way, and my partners name, as I have said, is "Robyn" (hence the second poem's relevance to the series - though I like it as a pure "nature" poem too).

Part Two: I board a plane at night to go to where my loved one is. On the plane I read Takuboku and write tanka the whole way. I found great inspiration in Takuboku's style of tanka, what he called his "sad toys."

Part Three: The lovers reunite. Staying in a hotel with Robyn. We never get the chance to stay in hotels, but this was payment for a lecture Robyn gave in Hamilton (I missed it unfortunately as I had work - that's why she left a few days before me.

Part Four: These were the hardest of the set to write. Fights do not make for good poetry, but I didn't want to leave it out. Part of being together, part of growing together is working through these moments and so often "holiday snaps" leave these things out. People hardly ever keep memories of the bad times - but I wanted to keep a memory of us going through this. What keeps us together is not that we never fight, but that we always try to eventually understand the other (I am sorry honey - I will learn to let go of my pride one day). This may have been particularly hard because tanka is traditionally used for love poetry, not fight poetry. It took a lot of bending to turn the words to the service of arguments, rather than longing. I hope they came out okay for other readers, as I said, they were the hardest for me to write, and the toughest for me to know if they were any good. In the first poem - we both got colds (cabin fever) and we began to fight (cabin fever). This poem can be read both ways (and should be).

Part Five: Coming home on the plane with Robyn. We spent the whole time looking out the window and talking with each other. It was lovely. We sorted all the problems we had been having out and realised many things about ourselves and each other. We are always learning and that's what I love about her. Relationships are hard, but when you really love someone they are worth the effort!!

The chapter-titles are all pop-culture references:

1. "Home Alone" is a movie with Macaulay Culkin in it.
2. "Night Flight" was a novel by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. "Night Flight" is also a song by Led Zeppelin from the album Physical Graffiti, and an American TV show from the 1980s (which popularized the music video as an art form and showed non-mainstream music films).
3. "Hotel Lives" is a an album by Simon Joyner.
4. "Hang On To Your Ego" is a song originally written by Brian Wilson and performed by The Beach Boys. Later it was covered by Frank Black (aka Black Francis of the Pixies).
5. "Homeward Bound" is a song by Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel. "Homeward Bound: The Incredible Journey" is the name of a Disney movie with talking animals in it. I saw it with my Nana many years ago.





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You portrayed and elaborated on the theme of loneliness and longing nicely. Can't wait to read the next part!

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thanks heaps-
glad you enjoyed them!!
next part will be up soon.

:)

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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
"I watch someone
reading their book–
who watches me
as I write
this tanka?"

That provokes quite a thought! I often wonder things like that, myself. Sometimes I just like to watch people and their fascinating mannerisms, and it's nice to feel that someone could also be taking the same interest in you.

I like how you can make everyday life so poetic. Keep 'em coming! :clap:

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thanks-

these are inspired by Takuboku who was into a journal approach to tanka. he even said that poetry should approach prose to the limit, and almost become prose, in order to reveal its poetry... a total opposite to the usual Western logics which would seek to differentiate the two clearly...

glad you are enjoying them. Set three will obviously be the coming together of the two lovers (in Hamilton of all places - known as a real hole of a place in NZ).

:)

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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
Haha, another great addition! The irony of the very first tanka is hilarious. :giggle: I also really enjoyed the imagery you constructed with descriptions of the hotel at different times of day.

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thanks - glad they're still working for you. I am certainly enjoying writing them.

yeah - I have been trying to get th passage of time to occur in the poems from day to night. I a ctually reorganised Chapter One to get it to flow better in terms of this.

thanks again for the lovely comments!

best,
Dick

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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)
The feelings are very well expressed! Great
thanks - I still have a few more chapters to add as the days go by. right now I am preparing a lecture on Gilles Deleuze to deliver this afternoon. Deleuze in half an hour! Whew. Yesterday I delivered a lecture on Deleuze for the 1st year class I tutor for which covered his cinema ideas in an hour. It's like speed-philosophy.

Hope you are well.

:)

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"We are intent on reducing art to its simplest expression, which is love." (Andre Breton)

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