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Capturing Japan's pain in 17 syllables

The nation's disasters have stirred haiku aficionados to put brush to scroll and finger to keyboard.

March 26, 2011|Julie Makinen

TOKYO — A bout the nuclear power plant

too much detail I hear

such unhappiness

First the ground shook, then the sea swallowed the land. Fires raged, lights went out, invisible menaces seeped into the air, the water, the soil.

Tears flowed and headlines blared tales of tragedy, sorrow and fear. All the words in the world, perhaps, could not capture the enormity of it all.

Amid the cacophony of news bulletins and tweets and cellphone alerts registering yet another aftershock, Yoshikatsu Kurota quietly sent out his brief verse. It was published Thursday, in small type, on Page 14 of the mass-circulation Asahi daily, in the corner that Japan's newspapers still devote to such poetic endeavors.

For The Record
Los Angeles Times Thursday, March 31, 2011 Home Edition Main News Part A Page 4 News Desk 1 inches; 38 words Type of Material: Correction
Earthquake haiku: An article in the March 26 Section A about haiku inspired by the Japanese earthquake and its aftermath gave an incorrect name for a monk who composes such works. He is Yo Yasuhara, not Yasuharu You.

Tossed like a pebble into a lake, it made not a splash but a gentle ripple. Seventeen Japanese syllables, radiating out into the universe, perhaps touching a few other distressed souls adrift in the chaos.

Mere trifle to some, a quintessence of Japan to others, maligned and beloved, the haiku endures.

In these heartsick times, aficionados of the form both here and abroad have been stirred to put brush to scroll, pen to postcard, fingers to keyboard, meshing the ancient and the modern, the sublime and the horrific.

"It's safe, but"

they say over and over

that's worrisome

Tadashi Nishimura's lament (which, like most here, were written in Japanese and have been translated from the original 17 syllables) appeared alongside Kurota's in the pages of the Asahi. The poem distills his anxiety about officials' frequent reassurances that all is fine, even as they warn day in and out about vegetables, milk and water contaminated by radiation from the stricken nuclear power plant in Fukushima prefecture.

The two men's compositions are technically senryuu, which follow the same syllabic rules as haiku but are typically more social commentary than, say, musings on natural phenomena such as the ephemeral beauty of a cherry blossom.

In a culture that can seem unacquainted with sarcasm, senryuu can range from mildly chiding to strikingly acerbic.

Kunio Kataoka's submission registered his scorn for a Japanese bank whose ATM network was hobbled for days after the quake, making it difficult for victims to get much-needed cash.

We earnestly make donations

but the bank says

don't use our system

Though the march of modernity has perhaps shrunk the number of regular haikuists in Japan, it has also expanded their options for airing the verses; besides the newspaper, there are a multitude of haiku blogs, and Twitter has become a popular forum for the pint-size poems. Still, there is a loyal following for haiku magazines such as Hototogisu, which dates to the late 1800s and whose title means "cuckoo."

Yasuharu You, 78, a Buddhist monk from the Shin sect who leads Kyoto's Higashi Hongan Temple, has been composing haiku since he was in high school.

When a large earthquake rocked his native Niigata in October 2004, he dove under a futon as furniture and light fixtures crashed down around him. Driven out into the frigid night, beset by unease, the haiku came to him:

It's cold and wet

camping outdoors

aftershocks multiplying

the misery

The poem spread, and residents' response to it was so powerful that the haiku was eventually carved onto a memorial stone in the city.

In the wake of this month's tragedy, You composed something of a follow-up to his 2004 sensation, which Hototogisu accepted for its latest issue.

Day of disaster

I can never forget

the cold and wet

"The poet Takahama Kyoshi said haiku should be a record of daily life," You explained. "It is not just for enjoyment; recording the tragedy of the earthquake in verse is also important."

Haiku has among its devotees not only men of letters but men of science, some of them experts in the fields that have wreaked such havoc on Japan in recent days. The head of the Tokyo-based Haiku International Assn., Akito Arima, is a nuclear physicist

who served as president of Tokyo University, the nation's most prestigious institute of higher education.

Former Kyoto University President Kazuo Oike, a seismologist, is another practitioner.

"I am a scientist by vocation, and so looking at nature with this eye can bring new meaning" to poetry, Oike wrote in an email.

Though he said he planned

to bide his time before composing a new haiku, in the last two decades he often has been inspired by nature's fury.

The big tsunami

scattering as far as here

a cloud of seabirds

Boats cars

houses and people in the flow

western wind

David McMurray, a professor at the International University of Kagoshima who edits the Asahi newspaper's biweekly English poetry feature, Asahi Haikuist Network (www.asahi.com/english/haiku), has been sorting through submissions for his April 1 edition.

In normal times, he gets about 100 contributions a day, via email, fax and even old-fashioned post. This month's tragedy, however, has brought him a wealth of new voices.

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