HAIKU DIALOGUE – Surrealistic Art – “Harlequin’s Carnival” – long list
Surrealistic Art with Guest Editor Lafcadio
For the next few weeks I would like to be your docent in The Haiku Foundation museum. We will only have time to visit the surrealism gallery, which I’m sure will have enough inspiration for getting in touch with our subconscious mind and release its creative potential through the power of the irrational juxtaposition in these drawings and paintings.
First, we can discuss surrealism some to make sure we are all on the same page, or in the same room. Surrealism is an artistic movement that began in the early 20th century. Surrealistic painters created dreamlike and often inexplicable images. One of the major characteristics of this kind of painting is the comparison of unrelated entities and components. This creates a surprise for the viewer and hopefully carries them into a world of fantasy and symbolism. This technique of painting not only challenged traditional painting but was also a representation of the social and political upheavals of society after the trauma and disillusionment of World War I. Still, surrealistic painting is used today to transcend the boundaries of the ordinary and deliver us in the realm of extraordinary.
I can’t remember which came first for me…surrealistic poetry or surrealistic paintings. Either way I am firmly entrenched in surrealism and would love to see your responses to some of the surrealistic artwork. There is so much abstraction and symbolism in the drawings and paintings, I think there will be ample material to use in writing haiku and senryu.
Below is Lafcadio’s selection of poems on the topic of “Harlequin’s Carnival”:
labyrinth dancing
the cochlear cacophony
of a silent symphonyCurt Linderman
Seattle
fish out of water
another round
of socialisingJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
the myth of the moth
and all its dark counterparts
colours in soundwavesPatricia Hawkhead
UK
dark night
a planet sneaks in thru
the open windowChen Xiaoou
Kunming, China
snakes and ladders shedding skin in the game
Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
small town fair the sudden flight of a carousel horse
Mona Bedi
Delhi, India
sacred light the ascension of belief systems
John Hawkhead
UK
pipedreams
before the fallout
twisted girdersKeith Evetts
Thames Ditton, UK
harlequin mask
the light in the painting
inside meStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
winter carnival
confetti adorning
our silenceAparna Pathak
Gurgaon India
oh, busy bee
makes flying honey pots –
treble clefAnne Curran
New Zealand
finding the pi of the apple of my eye
Daya Bhat
India
through the window
raucous winds
oh, their ambivalenceLuke Brannon
Pacific Northwest
on a roll
winged
creaturemadeleine kavanagh
United States
how light
divides a sphere
lunar eclipseAnnie Holdren
California, USA
the guitar
fishing
for a musePamela Garry
USA
prismatic
the eloquence of the chair
stretches and splitsJ E Jeanie Armstrong
Canterbury UK
funfair frolic
a whole in the heart
of HarlequinEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
cupping a lighter
for the dying mate’s cheroot—
those eclipsing eyesMilan Rajkumar
Imphal, India
spanish dancer
releasing the juice
in a peachJerome Berglund
Minneapolis
all the unplayed notes
from a forgotten guitar
dusty atticCindy Putnam Guentherman
Illinois, USA
he double downs
on the drumbeats
rainbow haze songSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
travelling circus
the chaplinesque walk
of a funambulistR. Suresh Babu
India
in a cosmic eye
all the colors sharpened
on a snake-devil’s fangRon C. Moss
Tasmania, Australia
hissing sounds
of headless snakes
harlequins in actionRadhika De Silva
Sri Lanka
fragile existence
In the macrocosm
the earth is dewy beadsTeiichi Suzuki
Japan
snare drum the loud sounds of overthinking
Nitu Yumnam
India
tidal pools
of sea stars and mermaids
–sideshow aquariumNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
almost eyeshine my sovereign machines
John Pappas
USA
break time
the airport drug patrol
a red ball in her mouthMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
shoulder to shoulder
ablur in the afterglow . . .
carousel ponies(Late summer season word, kigo 季語: the evening glow, the afterglow, the glow of the sky at sunset, a sunset, yuyake, yuuyake 夕焼, ゆやけ / ゆうやけ)
Monica Kakkar
India
a participle dangles in the balance
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
gray matter
pizza melts
a pop of brain confettiMarjorie Pezzoli
USA
swallowing itself
the dream of a clown
python ballSangita Kalarickal
United States
auto-immune
my body turns
tricksterAnne Fox
Broomes Island, MD USA
summer fair…
the fool appears
in every readingShloka Shankar
India
looking the other way Medusa’s hairdresser
Harrison Lightwater
Netherlands
fiesta
our spit-shined skeletons
bloomOrense Nicod
Paris, France
wind-up music box–
giving his mustache
a twirlLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
carnival
the rumbling stomach
of a great danesimonj
UK
eyeballing the mouse
a devilish cat
(r)eels in the cheeseBonnie J Scherer
Palmer, Alaska USA
after the dancing
the dog barking at a shoe –
lenten moonDeborah A. Bennett
Illinois, USA
the writhing snake
in and out
of my conscienceDebbie Scheving
Bremerton WA USA
bombs a trinket in the King Cake candy sky
Corinne Timmer
Portugal
harlequin’s carnival—
I find a collective noun
for menopause symptomsAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
carnival time
Cask of Amontillado waits
for unFortunatoAshoka Weerakkody
Colombo
little mermaid
cutting the tail off
a meteoriteAlex Fyffe
Texas, USA
matching my smile
to funny-faced pansies
winter gardenRupa Anand
New Delhi, India
where ends meet medleys swerve between eels
Victor Ortiz
Bellingham, WA
catgut fishing catfish
Biswajit Mishra
Calgary, Canada
primary school
an apprenticeship
in shape shiftingJenn Ryan-Jauregui
Tucson, Arizona, USA
smorgasbord
on the White Black Lake
meerkat sonataSigrid Saradunn
Bar Harbor, Maine
joker’s laugh
the universe
in Krishna’s mouthVandana Parashar
India
loose thread
the evening wind
untangles meNalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
a dead orator
sculpts his statue
my failing voiceSumitra Kumar
India
on the sea floor
a wasp plays
the EuphoniumMelissa Dennison
UK
a bee holds me captive in the trapeze
Neena Singh
India
all the squiggling I can muster the blues
Madhuri Pillai
Australia
stringed wings
pluck a tune from silence –
gravity dissolvesC.X. Turner
UK
laugh-cry of the jester –
always the reality
begins laterDan C. Iulian
Romania
around and around
a merry-go-round
for the eyeJennifer Gurney
United States
driftwood wands
the scattered syllables
of stonesKathabela Wilson
USA
a well-mannered fish
shedding its scales
for the daypetro c. k.
Seattle
breathing rain
I am drawn to
the tiger’s caveRanice Tara
India
escape clause:
this madness
is not finalA.J. Anwar
Jakarta, Indonesia
kaleidoscope mind
trying to remember
last night’s partyAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
getting our
pinfeather’s worth
side showLorraine A Padden
San Diego, CA, USA
ground truthing an eyeball
Rashmi VeSa
Bengaluru
mardi gras
the dragonfly eyes
of the HarlequinArchie G. Carlos
Minnesota
a bee dances
on a die
carnival of destinyStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
blue sky tabletop one eye on the portal
Lee Hudspeth
United States
crescendo!
he becomes the stars
in my eyesKimberly Kuchar
Austin, Texas
stroke of midnight
time for the toys
to go madMarion Clarke
Warrenpoint, Northern Ireland
smog nimbus
disassembling the color
of a calliope songPippa Phillips
United States
blues tumble
through the stilted corners of
grandma’s mindMichelle Hoover
Castle Rock, Colorado
suspended in topple
mermaids pantomiming
the birdsAja Rhianna
North Carolina, United States
effervescing the mind stew autumn’s muse
Surashree Joshi
Pune, India
Join us next week for Lafcadio’s commentary on additional poems…
Guest Editor Lafcadio, a former teacher, now works from home writing, editing and proofreading study guides for nursing textbooks. She lives in Tennessee. She has written poetry for a long time but a couple of years ago fell in love with Japanese micropoetry and hasn’t looked back. Lafcadio has been published in a number of journals and anthologies. She writes under the nom de plume of Lafcadio because nom de plume is so fun to say. You can read her poems on Twitter (X) @lafcadiopoetry or Threads @lafcadio2.0
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. A novice haiku poet, she lives in New York City.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She is Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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Dear Lafcadio, Ms. Munro, and Ms. Zajkowski,
Greetings for Polar Bear Week in the Manatee Awareness Month! Congratulations to participating poets!
Thank you for reviewing my submission. I am delighted to be published in Haiku Dialogue.
I appreciate your sharing the season word, kigo with my haiku. The World Kigo Database by Dr. Gabi Greve, Daruma Museum, Japan, is my primary almanac (saijiki) for kigo and for translation of kigo into English.
Thank you for your consideration. Best wishes.
Sincerely,
Monica Kakkar (she/her/hers)
https://www.linkedin.com/in/monicakakkar/
We’re so glad you submitted! I loved the image of carousel horses in the sunset.
loose thread
the evening wind
untangles me
Nalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
This one is ethereal. It tugs at my soul..
winter carnival
confetti adorning
our silence
Aparna Pathak
Gurgaon India
Another one that tugs at my soul. I love an unexpected turn, and the image of the silence of winter. The confetti conjured up light snowflakes to me. Snowflakes blanket the quiet; perfect.
Confetti as snowflakes! That is a wonderful connection…isn’t it interesting how everyone sees differently?
Hello!
I’m honored to be included on this list; thank you. There are so many magnetic haiku here that it’s hard to choose a favorite. The following two, next to each other, really stood out for me.
fiesta
our spit-shined skeletons
bloom
Orense Nicod
Paris, France
The pop of the fiesta next to the sparkle of the skeleton enlivened my senses. And then ending with bloom I thought was such a great turn. It softened the image and tied it together; just lovely.
wind-up music box–
giving his mustache
a twirl
Laurie Greer
Washington, DC
The whimsy of this is delightful! I like the juxtaposition of the toy with the dastardly mustache twirl; brilliant!
I liked your idea of a grandma imagining all of this, maybe in a dream. I also enjoyed these two poems. Miro did create a feeling of playfulness in this painting.
This was a pleasurable long list to ponder this week. Narrowing to three, I found intriguing:
small town fair the sudden flight of a carousel horse
Mona Bedi
Loved the melancholy of unplayed notes in:
all the unplayed notes
from a forgotten guitar
dusty attic
Cindy Putnam Guentherman
And lovely and lyrical:
loose thread
the evening wind
untangles me
Nalini Shetty
Agreed those are intriguing. Of course the painting is mysterious so it was a delight to see how everyone reacted to it.
harlequin’s carnival—
I find a collective noun
for menopause symptoms
Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
How wonderful it was to dwell on all of the poems. Many thanks to Guest editor Lafcadio for including mine. Loved Adele Eveshed’s one on menopause. Going through the phase myself, I loved the humour in it.
I found that one humorous too! It would be fun to say in the middle of a hot flash, “Oh it’s nothing just a touch of the Harlequin’s Carnival.” I enjoyed yours as well. Thank you for submitting.
Haha! Thanks, Lafcadio. It’s a joy to participate.
snare drum the loud sounds of overthinking
Nitu Yumnam
India
Yet to finish the list, but this one stood out for me.
It took me back to a mindfulness session whereby we were encouraged to focus on the moment whilst different senses were being teased in all directions.
Thank you for the mention, Robert! I’m glad my words resonated with you. It’s always special to know when a piece connects with someone’s experiences.
That sounds impossible to me! My overthinking usually gets louder in the middle of the night.
Hi Lafcadio, I wanted to thank you for including my haiku…It’s been a lot of fun learning about surrealism in painting and poetry and a pleasure to read these exquisite haiku.
So glad you enjoy it. I’m having a great time reading all the submissions. Thank you for joining in.
Thank you, Lafcadio…happy to join in. :)
Always intrigues the brain.
Wow! Just as I expected, incredible verses in response to the amazing art of Miro. Thank you so much for including mine, Lafcadio!
As a former English teacher, I was especially tickled by:
a participle dangles in the balance
Roberta Beach Jacobson
Indianola, IA, USA
and also in my late 50s:
harlequin’s carnival—
I find a collective noun
for menopause symptoms
Adele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
Incredible work all around!
Thanks Eavonka! This painting brought out amazing poetry! I liked your hole in the heart ku and the two you mentioned made me laugh.
Laughter is the best medicine, and I do have a bad cold so this was just what the doctor ordered, Laf! Thank you so much for bringing all of this to us.
Such a marvelous curated collection. So many knocked my socks off. I’m barefoot before this one…
stringed wings
pluck a tune from silence –
gravity dissolves
C.X. Turner
UK
Deborah,
So glad you enjoyed the collection. I found so much entertainment and amusement in these poems. The poem you quoted is one of my favorites as well. Cheers, Lafcadio
tidal pools
of sea stars and mermaids
–sideshow aquarium
Nancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
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The first two lines in this well-written haiku conjure up a magical image. Then the third line
brings the reader back to reality.
Thanks, Valentina, for your thoughtful commentary on my haiku. I really appreciate it.
I loved reading all of these haiku, taking me back to Miro’s painting again and again. What poets focus upon, what they see in the painting is both eye opening and educational. Could it be a Rorschach test for each of us? Probably not, but I would like to think I know a bit more about each poet from your verses and the images you’ve created. Congrats to you all. I will be reading them again in the days to come.
Thanks, Lafcadio, for selecting one of mine and including it with the other poets ‘ haiku.
You are most welcome, Nancy. It’s a great poem. I so enjoyed the collection. I think the painting brings out the personalities of the poets in unique ways! Thanks for submitting!
Valentina,
It is interesting to note the way Nancy wrote her poem. It’s like the painting, filled with a lot of magic!
Thanks, Lafcadio. So kind of you to say, and I agree with you about the whole collection bringing out the personalities of the poets. Nan