my brother’s eulogy
all the reasons
I should have kept in touch
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Claudette Russell
Claudette Russell is a retired high school English teacher who lives with her husband in Goodwin State Forest in Hampton, Connecticut. Her work has appeared in various print and online journals. She also collaborates with her husband to create haiga.
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Claudette Russell-very nice thought not quite 5-7-5 but a powerful image. Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL. poet.
Not so long ago modern Japanese haiku writers suggested keywords over kigo, some work, some don't, for both Japanese haiku and Rest of the World haiku.
There is a natural [soft] pause after eulogy, very subtle.
An extremely strong modern haiku with a suggestion of autumn as per Haiku Apprentice aka Peter Strider's account.
After more than half a year away from Tinywords, I returned today and the poignancy of this poem strikes me as a personal reproach for all the reasons I have been neglecting poetry.
Claudette is a masterful haiku poet, and she regularly manages to arouse that wabi melancholy that I associate with Shiki. Several of her poems previously published on Tinywords deal with reflections on personal grief, and each of them have been profoundly affecting.
One of the ways a great poet manifests their mastery of the art is through the creative exploration of form. Of course most haiku apprentices would be aware of how the Japanese immortals like Basho, Buson, Issa and Shiki experimented with and at times deliberately violated the strict "rules" of classical haiku in some of their works. When I read this haiku by Claudette I count the syllables, not to see if she has "failed", but precisely to better appreciate how she has crafted the poem to match the subject matter. A "eulogy" for a brother is surely one of the most difficult speeches someone can give. It is a "formal" occasion, and there is the expectation of "controlling" yourself despite the deep emotion of loss. Yet, as anyone who has ever given one would know, it is not possible to deliver such a eulogy without cracks showing and our voice wavering. I read this haiku in the same light – formality cannot contain the subject matter without doing an injustice to the subject, to oneself, or the form!
Indeed, most people find their lives turned "upside down" by an unexpected death, and I read the inverted syllabic arrangement as a representation of this experience.
As for kigo, while not obligatory in English-language haiku, I believe the word "eulogy" in Claudette's poem is definitely such a word, comparable to the traditional autumn season kigo "haka mairi" or "grave-visit". And there is a very definite caesura at the end of the first line, separating the context from the reflection.
My condolences to Claudette, and my thanks for sharing such a personal, poignant and powerful haiku.
Claudette Russell-very nice thought not quite 5-7-5 but a powerful image. Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL. poet.
I don’t have a brothher but I do have sons…
I don’t have a brother but I do have sons…
Oh, that hits hard. Poignant and to the point.
(And a haiku doesn't need to be 5-7-5. The nice people of Japan have asked the rest of the world to not worry about that.)
__Kigo, caesura… ?
Not so long ago modern Japanese haiku writers suggested keywords over kigo, some work, some don't, for both Japanese haiku and Rest of the World haiku.
There is a natural [soft] pause after eulogy, very subtle.
An extremely strong modern haiku with a suggestion of autumn as per Haiku Apprentice aka Peter Strider's account.
After more than half a year away from Tinywords, I returned today and the poignancy of this poem strikes me as a personal reproach for all the reasons I have been neglecting poetry.
Claudette is a masterful haiku poet, and she regularly manages to arouse that wabi melancholy that I associate with Shiki. Several of her poems previously published on Tinywords deal with reflections on personal grief, and each of them have been profoundly affecting.
One of the ways a great poet manifests their mastery of the art is through the creative exploration of form. Of course most haiku apprentices would be aware of how the Japanese immortals like Basho, Buson, Issa and Shiki experimented with and at times deliberately violated the strict "rules" of classical haiku in some of their works. When I read this haiku by Claudette I count the syllables, not to see if she has "failed", but precisely to better appreciate how she has crafted the poem to match the subject matter. A "eulogy" for a brother is surely one of the most difficult speeches someone can give. It is a "formal" occasion, and there is the expectation of "controlling" yourself despite the deep emotion of loss. Yet, as anyone who has ever given one would know, it is not possible to deliver such a eulogy without cracks showing and our voice wavering. I read this haiku in the same light – formality cannot contain the subject matter without doing an injustice to the subject, to oneself, or the form!
Indeed, most people find their lives turned "upside down" by an unexpected death, and I read the inverted syllabic arrangement as a representation of this experience.
As for kigo, while not obligatory in English-language haiku, I believe the word "eulogy" in Claudette's poem is definitely such a word, comparable to the traditional autumn season kigo "haka mairi" or "grave-visit". And there is a very definite caesura at the end of the first line, separating the context from the reflection.
My condolences to Claudette, and my thanks for sharing such a personal, poignant and powerful haiku.
Strider
This is powerfully poignant, Claudette and it reads with a wonderful rhythm. Welldone!
estranged brother
an eye on the weather
in his part of the world
Thanks to all who commented!
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steak & mushroom pie
my new-found uncle insists
I call him brother
Alan Summers
Publications credits: Blithe Spirit vol. 19 no. 4 (2009)
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I'll be calling my brother later. Can poetry really have any greater effect than to change a reader's behavior? Thank you.
A very, very touching poem, Claudette – the tragic realisation that it is too late to get to know someone properly.
(It is also great to see the return of Strider return for his insightful comments!)
marion
Good
Alas …
Thoroughly enjoying this series of tinywords and the insightful responses. Coffee and bite sized poetry for stolen moments
only the wake
at the river's bend
autumn light