I find it interesting that, right now, experimentalism seems to mean surrealism for a lot of poets. It can mean much more, not that surrealism is a bad path to take (though, speaking for myself, I have found little surrealism that I like).
Two years ago I tried writing some haiku on the raven that would force me to do new things in my poems. It was important for me to experiment with (1) metaphors and similes; (2) mythology; (3) breaks in unusual places, not just at the end of the first or second line; (4) literary allusions; and (5) political themes. After a burst of a few weeks of writing a number of unsuccessful poems, I gave up on the raven. I did find myself able to write on a wider range of subjects in a freer style, though, and several of the subsequent poems made their way into journals:
Holding the sky
on its extended wings—
the blue heron
(Frogpond - the allusion is to the end of Wallace Stevens's "Sunday Morning")
Once again Canada is passed over the Nobel Prize in literature:
Flaring its red
against a cold, white sky—
the dwarf maple
(Modern Haiku)
Two years ago I tried writing some haiku on the raven that would force me to do new things in my poems. It was important for me to experiment with (1) metaphors and similes; (2) mythology; (3) breaks in unusual places, not just at the end of the first or second line; (4) literary allusions; and (5) political themes. After a burst of a few weeks of writing a number of unsuccessful poems, I gave up on the raven. I did find myself able to write on a wider range of subjects in a freer style, though, and several of the subsequent poems made their way into journals:
Holding the sky
on its extended wings—
the blue heron
(Frogpond - the allusion is to the end of Wallace Stevens's "Sunday Morning")
Once again Canada is passed over the Nobel Prize in literature:
Flaring its red
against a cold, white sky—
the dwarf maple
(Modern Haiku)