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The Renku Sessions: Pilgrims' Stride 29

renkuchainWelcome to The Renku Sessions. Renku is a participatory literary game, following a set of rules that are implemented by the leader of the session. If you would like to learn more about renku go here. And if you would like to see a sample of a complete renku go here.

I’m John Stevenson, and I will serve as your guide for this session, a thirty-six verse (kasen) renku. I have supplied the opening verse (hokku) and each week I will select an additional verse from among those submitted prior to the Tuesday deadline.

Our final moon verse is to be drawn from eighty offers by seventeen poets! Those already included in the renku offered some gems this time. Among them:

all those hiding places
in the craters
of a bomber’s moon

    –Alan Summers

easy enough
to wait for Godot
when the moon butts out

    –Betty Shropshire

a new crater
between Mare Serenitatis
and Lacus Somnorus

    –Vasile Moldovan

farmers view
the harvest moon
from the nursing home

    –Ellen Grace Olinger

the moon returns
to reveal the spiritualist
has disappeared

    –Marion Clarke

ginkgo leaves
taking on the color
of the moon

    –Alice Frampton

the moon
a mix of dusty rocks
and spare parts

    –Carole MacRury

sadness
between Laika’s orbit
and the moon

    –Lorin Ford

The choice for our twenty-ninth verse is made between offers by Carmen Sterba (moon beams / skim away shadows / on a turned cheek) and Patrick Sweeney (continents join / under this moon / the bones of my head), both of whom have been great contributors. There are some issues with each verse that cannot be resolved without more extensive revision than I have done with previous verses. So I am considering both links exactly as they were offered. Both verses have the issue of containing elements of human anatomy that might relate to “tongue” (verse 25) or to the head as suggested by the red wig (verse 10). Carmen’s verse uses the word “shadow(s),” which is used in verse eleven and “skim away” seems pretty close to “scrapping” (verse 24). Patrick’s verse contains multiple cuts, though they are especially apt considering the images it contains. Having said all this, both verses are fresh, lively, and well suited to this place in the “ha” portion of our renku.

Here is the verse you must link to:

continents join
under the moon
the bones of my head

    –Patrick Sweeney

The next link, the thirtieth, is also an autumn verse. It is the final verse in the middle (“ha”) section of the renku. Here are the formal requirements for verse twenty-nine:

  • Autumn image
  • Written in two lines, without a cut
  • Linking with the twenty-ninth verse, and only the twenty-ninth verse
  • Shifting widely to a new topic and setting

Add your suggested two-line link below, in the Comments box. You have until midnight EST, Tuesday, September 30, 2014. You may submit as many verses as you like, but please use a new comment box for each one. I will announce my selection for the next link on Thursday, October 2 here on the blog, and provide information and instructions for submitting the next link.

What We’ll Be Looking For — Throughout the Session

    There are many schematic outlines for a kasen renku. We will be using one set out by Professor Fukuda in his book Introduction to World-linking Renku. It will not be necessary for you to have a copy of this book since instructions will be offered before each verse is solicited.

    It is a good idea for those participating in the composition of a renku to make use of the same list of season words. There are a number of these lists available and I intend no judgment of their relative value. For purposes of this session I am suggesting the use of The Five Hundred Essential Japanese Season Words.

    Pilgrims’ Stride to Date

      comparing maps
      to the mountain pass–
      pilgrims’ stride

        –John Stevenson

      a sun-warmed stone bridge
      over snowmelt

        –Billie Wilson

      dampened soil
      of seed trays
      in the glasshouse

        –Margaret Beverland

      grandmother’s silverware
      polished every monday

        –Polona Oblak

      a sonata
      on the concert Steinway
      played to the moon

        –Lorin Ford

      dragonflies hover
      by the swaying reeds

        –Karen Cesar

      slight hum
      of a drone
      in fog

        –Alice Frampton

      the atmosphere
      thick with teenage pheromones

        –Norman Darlington

      I stumble
      trying to reply
      “I plight thee my troth.”

        –Paul MacNeil

      thinking of a red wig
      during chemo

        –Asni Amin

      the woodland
      of silent stories
      and shadow

        –Alan Summers

      he makes a wish
      to become real

        –Marion Clarke

      each mirror reflects
      only the cool moon
      rising

        –kris moon

      freshly-caught fish
      sizzles in the pan

        –Aalix Roake

      a wealthy prince
      exiled in Nigeria
      soliciting my help

        –Christopher Patchel

      sugar plum fairy came
      and hit the streets…

        –Jennifer Sutherland

      a milky nimbus
      at dusk
      beneath the cherry tree

        –Scott Mason

      pulling in spring clouds
      with a telephoto lens

        –Dru Philippou

      plain truth
      of a skylark’s
      song

        –Stella Pierides

      our yoga instructor
      tells us to breathe

        –Priscilla Van Valkenburgh

      smoldering dung cakes
      burning in the blackened pit
      flavors the curry

        –Betty Shropshire

      the family’s grudge
      celebrates a century

        –batsword

      first snowfall
      covering little by little
      all the dirt

        –Vasile Moldovan

      scraping the ice rink
      of blood, sweat and tears

        –Carole MacRury

      the sting
      of a paper cut
      on her tongue

        –Terri French

      used books signed
      for someone special

        –Ellen Grace Olinger

      a large voddy tonny
      for the woman who may be
      his next wife

        –Sandra Simpson

      stirring the crowd
      with the slur of a slur

        –Maureen Virchau

      continents join
      under this moon
      the bones of my head

        –Patrick Sweeney

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      1. continents join
        under this moon
        the bones of my head

        –Patrick Sweeney

        long night
        of the playoff zombies

      2. continents join
        under this moon
        the bones of my head

        –Patrick Sweeney

        watch out for that scarecrow
        he has a skull!

      3. continents join
        under this moon
        the bones of my head

        just then he was thinking
        of the autumn ploughland
        (Link: head-ploughland)

      4. continents join
        under this moon
        the bones of my head

        –Patrick Sweeney

        unenlightened
        by the lightning strike

        *

        allusion to:

        How admirable!
        to see lightning and not think
        life is fleeting.

        Basho ( Hass translation)

      5. Previously posted:

        a canopy of umbrellas
        across the cemetery

        Rewritten to include season word:

        a canopy of crickets
        across the cemetery

      6. continents join
        under this moon
        the bones of my head

        –Patrick Sweeney

        the air electric
        with splinters of lightning

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