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WD_152/ 2005
(  Satoshi Kinoshita )
| Series: | Works on paper: Drawings 2 | | Medium: | oilstick on paper | | Size (inches): | 25.4 x 18.3 | | Size (mm): | 650 x 470 | | Catalog #: | WD_0152 | | Description: | Signed, date and copyright in pencil on the reverse.
"American Haiku" (Copyright 1959) by Jack Kerouac.
"The American Haiku is not exactly the Japanese Haiku.The Japanese Haiku is strictly disciplined to seventeen syllables but since the language structure is different I don't think American Haikus (short three-line poems intended to be completely packed with Void of Whole) should worry about syllables because American speech is something again...bursting to pop.
Above all, a Haiku must be very simple and free of all poetic trickery and make a
little picture and yet be as airy and graceful as a Vivaldi Pastorella." -Jack Kerouac.
Early morning yellow flowers,
thinking about
the drunkards of Mexico.
No telegram today
only more leaves
fell.
Nightfall,
boy smashing dandelions
with a stick.
Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.
Drunk as a hoot owl,
writing letters
by thunderstorm.
Empty baseball field
a robin
hops along the bench.
All day long
wearing a hat
that wasn't on my head.
Crossing the football field
coming home from work -
the lonely businessman.
After the shower
among the drenched roses
the bird thrashing in the bath.
Snap your finger
stop the world -
rain falls harder.
Nightfall,
too dark to read the page
too cold.
Following each other
my cats stop
when it thunders.
Wash hung out
by moonlight
Friday night in May.
The bottoms of my shoes
are clean
from walking in the rain.
Glow worm
sleeping on this flower -
your light's on.
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"The Northport Haiku" (Copyright 1964) by Jack Kerouac.
Jack Kerouac wrote these haiku in Northport in 1964 at the home of the artist Stanley Twardowicz who was also a good friend of his. Kerouac had been living in Northport for some time and it is fortunate that these rare haiku have been recorded and kept.They are a section of a larger collection produced at the time. They first appeared in the American small press magazine STREET Volume 1 number 4 in the Spring of 1975.
Close your eyes -
Landlord knocking
On the back door.
A quiet Autumn night
and these fools
Are starting to argue
Lonely brickwalls in Detroit
Sunday afternoon
piss call
O for Vermont again -
The barn on an Autumn night
Fiddlydee! -
Another day,
Another something-or-other!
Whatever it is, I quit
-now I'll let my
breath out -
How many cats they need
around here
For any orgy?
Tonight I'll lower
my tail --
I've seen them around town
In Haikkaido a cat
has no luck
Every cat in Kyoto
can see through the fog.
The birds start singing
but he is in the cat meadows
I'll climb up a tree
and scratch Katapatafataya
If I go out now,
my paws
will get wet
A car is coming but
the cat knows
It's not a snake
In London-town cats
can sleep
In the butcher's doorway.
I should have scratched
that spot before
I started to sleep
Haiku my eyes!
my mother is calling!
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"Some Western Haiku" from "Book of Haiku" (Copyright 1968) by Jack Kerouac.
Arms folded
to the moon,
Among the cows.
Birds singing
in the dark
- Rainy dawn.
Elephants munching
on grass - loving
Head side by side.
Missing a kick
at the icebox door
It closed anyway.
This July evening,
a large frog
On my door sill.
Catfish fighting for his life,
and winning,
Splashing us all.
Evening coming -
the office girl
Unloosing her scarf.
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house
Shall I say no?
- fly rubbing
its back legs
Unencouraging sign
- the fish store
Is closed.
Nodding against
the wall, the flowers
Sneeze
Straining at the padlock,
the garage doors
At noon
The taste
of rain
- Why kneel?
The moon,
the falling star
- Look elsewhere
The rain has filled
the birdbath
Again, almost
And the quiet cat
sitting by the post
Perceives the moon
Useless, useless,
the heavy rain
Driving into the sea.
Juju beads on the
Zen manual:
My knees are cold.
Those birds sitting
out there on the fence -
They're all going to die.
The bottoms of my shoes
are wet
from walking in the rain
In my medicine cabinet,
the winter fly
has died of old age.
November - how nasal
the drunken
Conductor's call
The moon had
a cat's mustache
For a second
A big fat flake
of snow
Falling all alone
The summer chair
rocking by itself
In the blizzard
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From "Heaven and Other Poems" (Copyright 1977/Posthumous) by Jack Kerouac.
The little worm
lowers itself from the roof
By a self shat thread
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From the novel "Desolation Angels" (Copyright 1965) by Jack Kerouac.
Desolation Angels is similar to a long haibun.
Some of the fragments make it as haiku while
others don't quite make it. I've included a
few that seem to be close to what we'd call
traditional American Haiku. (John Hudak)
A bubble, a shadow -
woop -
The lightning flash
Thunder in the mountains -
the iron
Of my mother's love
Mist boiling from the
ridge - the mountains
Are clean
Mist before the peak
- the dream
Goes on
as cold
water in a dell
on a dusty tired trail -
Girls' footprints
in the sand
- Old mossy pile
Wooden house
raw gray -
Pink light in the window
Neons, Chinese restaurants
coming on -
Girls come by shades
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