Jack de Vidas makes an argument that haiku is a universal art: though he is an Aussie, aside from a few place names, the reader could easily suspect him as being from anywhere Anglophone. It’s easy to see this from both sides—an ability to communicate the world round, but a lack of local inspiriting that makes poetry distinctive. Not to say you won’t find much to admire here, as de Vidas makes excellent work of this, his only haiku collection (paper wasp, 1996).
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Haiku featured in the Book of the Week Archive are selected by Jim Kacian, following a concept first explored by Tom Clausen, and are used with permission.
The bells are calling the faithful to prayer, and unbelievers too.I wear round my neck a rainbow coloured scarf to keep away floods.Blossoms ripen. We paint them on rice paper and wait for the plums.Nearer, the blue hills are green.Standing tall the rest of my body straightens out.A shot of morphia Shantih Shantih