4th Sailing

by Scott Metz on August 19, 2009

Sails is a section of troutswirl that is devoted to presenting questions for discussion and debate on the nature and possibilities of haiku. Sails will be overseen by Peter Yovu. For an introduction to this section, see Sails.

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4th Sailing

presented by Peter Yovu

What is the Purpose of our Poetry?
HMS_Beagle_full_sail I love the way questions arise on this blog quite naturally, inevitably, even. I come back to its guiding name, troutswirl, and think how in the animated turns of activity the blog generates, matters are raised as from a pond’s muddy floor, some shining like bits of mica coming into the sun, others still murky, fleeting, with fins. Some with teeth. One question has swirled up with great clarity, and some might say, a degree of urgency.

It was first asked by Paul Miller in a post beneath Envoy 4: “what is the purpose of our poetry?”

The word “purpose,” my dictionary tells me, is essentially the same as “propose,” to “put forward.” Certainly every time we write a poem and share it, we literally put it, and ourselves, forward. By doing so, is there something we want?

The invitation then, as I understand Paul’s question, is to explore what each of us purposes, or proposes, in and by our writing. The word “purpose” has implications not all will feel comfortable with; it may strike some as counter-intuitive in relation to art, which for many exists for its own sake. It implies a sense of what is private (personal) but also what is public, insofar as we wish to publish our work, to make it available to others, and perhaps to have an effect—to change something—but on what level, and to what degree? If there is a continuum between the personal (“my purpose is to see myself and my world more clearly”) and the public (“my purpose is to engage with the world at large in ways which may effect change”)— where do you find yourself? Of course, each of us will define his or her own continuum, or find another way entirely to enter the question.

As I mentioned before, and no doubt needless to repeat, this is an open forum wherein the guiding principle is mutual respect. The question of our 4th Sailing, I hope, will prompt discussion and maybe debate. I am curious about how you (and I) will enter it. I look forward, as always, to your response.

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{ 73 comments }

Carole MacRury September 14, 2009 at 4:30 pm

Oh, and I didn’t answer the question! “What is the purpose of our poetry? I can only speak for myself, but to me it’s all about
shared experience. I don’t want to teach anyone anything, or make any political points, or save the world. I simply want company in this one-way walk through life. And the best company I can find are those people who, like me, recognize the fleetingness of this life and want to record with accuracy moments that honor both the darkness and the light without
emotional manipulation. I tend to prefer haiku that pays homage to the seasons. That pretty much sums it up for me right now. I might add that by ‘accurate’, I mean as honest as possible, whilst still trying to retain the beauty of the english language and using it to best advantage.

Carole

Carole MacRury September 14, 2009 at 4:17 pm

What is the Purpose of our Poetry?

I had to read this twice, because the first time I actually interpreted it as pertaining to the purpose of writing. But the question is really about product, not practice.

I enjoyed Peter’s comment, “The best art, the best haiku whatever the subject, shines the brightest when it has come through the dark.

For me, it’s not that it ‘comes through’ the darkness, but more a simple recognition that without darkness there would be no light. It’s about cycles, life and death. For instance, my appreciation for Michael McClintock’s haiku on poppies is felt only because I’m aware poppies have a season. For a moment I share the poet’s astonishment at such a massive blooming. I love the way this poem grows from an awareness of a single poppy to hills blowing with poppies. Then there is the old song ‘blowing in the wind’, and the significance of poppies and war memorials. So death is never far away from the brightest haiku.

a poppy…
a field of poppies!
the hills blowing with poppies

And then this dead cat haiku, also written by Michael McClintock, addresses the darkness directly by showing the cats vulnerability to the elements. The truth of this haiku is inescapable to me. I love cats but unfortunately we tend to outlive our pets. This cat exposes our own vulnerability, our own loss of control over our lives with the finality of death. I like being reminded of how short life is. How else to reap the most from those good moments?

dead cat…
open-mouthed
to the pouring rain

I just discovered this blog and I’m enjoying the questions and mulling over the many excellent responses.

Carole

Merrill Ann Gonzales September 1, 2009 at 3:53 pm

TYPO: source….not sourse….Oh, My…I can see it’s time to slow down. I was out by Whetstone Brook this morning and I think my mind is still flying in the sky with that hawk that was following me. What a joy that was. How do I bring my mind back in here to type bird tracks across a page?

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