12

risks in an alphabetical order
waking up the dictionary

11

Calligraphic rain
Stream lines of textured water
Read reflect release

10

behind the clouds: pale blue rain,
morning comes in fresh blank pages

9

Dirt and orange peels
Root fingers reaching water
Green joyful shoots rise up

8

Sounds, textures, rhythms - leaping
fragments of dislocation

7

Verse freed from "be-
autiful," from "org-
anic." Always engineered.

6

Silent sand symbols scrawled--
roar of rocks, water, air

5

An ocean filled with
sounds, running to the edges
on any given page

4

Bodies on beaches, faces on mass transit:
I see brithmarks I don't wish to see.

3

Is it the words or
The pictures in the spaces
Between our buzzing ears?

2

Images running one in-
to the other, borderless

Ars Poetica Renga: Verse 1

Always the new: first,
sharp graffiti on a train.
Then, a blur speeding past.

Ars Poetica Renga Rules

Rules for Ars Poetica Renga:
1. No actual usage of the terms "summer", "winter", "fall", "spring"
2. Mention "moon" no more than twice
3. There must be a mention of some sort of poetic device in verses 4 and 36
4. Verses 12 and 28 must refer to a poet who influenced you (by name, initials, allusion...)
5. There must be a turn or twist of some sort in verse 18

Kasen End: City Landscapes

...We've reached our final destination: 36 verses of our City
Landscapes kasen. But, does poetry "arrive" anywhere? Or does poetry
serve to remind us that we are a people on a journey, trying to
understand our Processes?

A few questions for us to consider...

1) Do we want to discuss our renga? Talk about its movement(s),
images, language, form, etc? Do we want to leave it alone, like a poem
needs to sit in its own space? Do we want to talk about the poem's
process and creation? (I impose on you a bit of my aesthetic by asking
these last questions!)

2) Do we want to discuss our process? How did we respond to this
method of writing poetry? How is it different from our regular
discipline of writing? How does this mode of writing -- online,
published in cyber space, communal writing in form -- affect (or not)
our own prosody and poetry?

3) Do we want to re-examine our technical methodology? Do you think it
worthwhile to include other people in our group? Is one verse a week
for each person too much? Too little? Is a kasen or a renga
(in)sufficient for our needs?

4) Do we, as a group or on an individual basis, need to read/explore
criticisms and writings about rengas/haikus/eastern forms of poetry?
Should we explore other contemporary poets who are writing
rengas/haikus to see the different variations of this style of poetry?

5) Do you think we should take a break before picking up on our next
renga? Do you feel inspired, still, to continue with our renga writing?

Please let me know what you think...

I leave you with the words by Christian Wiman, "Let us remember...that
in the end we go to poetry for one reason, so that we might more fully
inhabit our lives and the world in which we live them, and that if we
more fully inhabit these things, we will be less apt to destroy both."

35

Rainfall will end
up with a thin ice crust,
synchronizing storm drains.

33

Street lights splice traffic,
Provinces of fire-blown trees
perilous paradise

32

Make-up kit spilled on the 3rd ave. bridge,
Minneapolis, red leaves, red lights.

31

Steaming custard buns
white surface, one dotted red
Mars hangs in night sky

30

Mother's microwaved dinner
Salty with laughing crying

29

Carefully prepared
in an old fashioned homestyle -
come home to old friends

28

Hiss of espresso monster
Conversation bubbles up

26

Alphabet soups for sale, one
by one, constructing letters

25

Plate stained purple,
typewriter minus letter H,
free with any purchase.

24

Jackhammer shredding sidewalk
Farmer's market crushed berries

23

Migrant workers camp by
the millennial library:
the wait, the weight

22

Fishboats at the marina,
City of water and ash

21

The line snakes over
Boat rail, turbulent water
Dead fish on the pier.

20

Imprints of hands on windows
just before shattering

19

Each to a word, lines
traced in wartime letters
maps to our past

18

Still--we're under the spell of the
alphabet of retaliation

17

Wings rise east
misguided by burning treelines,
charred city -- a speck, a speck

16

Yellow bulldozer snorting
launches a swirl of seagulls.

15

Plastic covers sag with rain,
cranes halt above
the future hospital

14

Ideas of her self lurking
underneath overpasses

13

Leaf in clover leaf
Cartoon school bus wiggles by
Scattering the wind

12

She sketches loops and spirals,
pencil resting against her thumb

11

Labyrinth turnpikes
on the daily commute-
tolls along the way

10

Speedbumps glazed with yellow paint
Sleeping roadway log lizards

9

Filmy fog distances blue
structures, milks signals
from the tips of antennae

7

Beveled histories
facades of pilaster, plinths
speak, La Place Vendome