Rick Wilson who will be playing Flutes of the World for the Regional Reading at HNA, is espcially looking forward to greeting the poets of Japan. We are longtime friends with Mariko Kitokubo, who I consider “the mother of my tanka”. She has written some exquite haiku and created haiga for our Haiga Art Show. Rick says: The poets from Japan will be accompanied on the shakuhachi,
a traditional Japanese bamboo flute, this one made about
50 years ago in Fukuoko, Kyushu. The shakuhachi has been
associated with Zen Buddhism and meditation since the Edo
Period (17th century). This instrument will also accompany
poets from Australia, since Australia is close to Japan.
(This is a joke. It isn’t really close at all; it just
seems that way from the US.)
The instrument is held vertically and the air stream is
directed at the chamfered upper rim of one end.
It has four finger holes in front and one thumb hole in the
back, and is made of heavy madake bamboo; part of the roots
of the plant may be left at the far end. Shakuhachis
are very espressive; they are good at note “bending” and
Almost all of the poets have given a regional footnote, enhancing our feelings for the regions. Here is a taste of the inspiring Japanese readings…
time is stopped
Tama gawa ni/ toki tomari tari/ hotaru kana
(there is the river “Tamagawa” near my house.
It is not so big. But we can see so much beautiful nature by it.)
Also visiting us will be
Kiyokawa Village, Kanagawa, Japan
mountain river . . .
all night long singing
an icy lullaby
(I live in Kiyokawa Village in Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan. It is the only village remaining in Kanagawa, all the other villages joined nearby cities. So we are the last of an endangered species. Kiyokawa means clear water and i live right above the Yataro River which sings to me night & day.)
When you dream the inside
smoke between cypress trees
Roadrunner Haiku Journal 10.1 (2010)
(These are Hinoki, Japanese Cypress trees — which surround my home as
a woods, in Kumamoto, Japan.)
deep in the mountains . . .
Rick also plans to play shakuhachi for
Jean Ellen Wilder
Arizona (who lived in Japan for several years. Rick and I truly fell in love with Kamakura, the city of gardens, when we visited. Jean Ellen writes:
inside Buddha’s head
there is nothing – Nirvana
(In those days, one could climb a ladder inside the huge statue of the Buddha, and I remember looking out a window when I was in the empty space)
Today I joined the organizers in a conference call, if realized visually in preparation for HNA I think we would have looked similar to the deer. Our local group in Southern California will welcome you in a similar way!
One of Naia’s haiku for the Regional Reading presents this tender and inspiring glow:
Night Glow . . .
a boy in a wheelchair
hands up to the stars
(Night Glow kicks off the annual late spring Temecula Valley Balloon and Wine Festival, where the sound of burners pulsates as tethered balloons fill to glowing with hot air. A new balloon by the “Reach for the Stars Hot Air Balloon Foundation” is shaped like a wheelchair with a young boy reaching to the stars. Through the foundation, the joy of ballooning is possible for people of all abilities.)