The Renku Sessions: Tan-Renga Week 2
Hello, everyone. We will be focusing on tan-renga for the remainder of the year, with a couple of breaks while I am traveling. While I’m not certain how deeply rooted in its history this may be, I’m going to urge you to think of tan-renga in two ways. One way is to think of it as the shortest of all renga/renku forms. This would encourage variety in the linking styles and perhaps some great leaps. The other way is to think of it as collaborative waka/tanka, which might support closer linking, bordering upon narrative.
Our first week of completed tan-renga featured 106 offers, from 24 capping poets.
If my previous role of selecting renku verses felt something like selecting poems for a book or journal, this kind of selection feels more like judging a contest. That usually involves an initial production of a long list of potential selections and a winnowing of that group to a shorter list of finalist poems. From that point, the distinctions that lead to final selections become finer and much more subjective. In the end, my final selections are as much a reflection of my reader qualities as of the qualities of the poems themselves.
Having said all that, here is my “short list” from this week:
scarecrow
holding the cornstalk
like a microphone
Dan Campbell
the same corny jokes
as last year’s
Richard Straw
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
Laurie Greer
frontlines dug in
for the winter
Richard Straw
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
a martyred hermit
bleeds his blessings
Richard Straw
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
Laurie Greer
in the silhouette
the muezzin’s call
Lakshmi Iyer
scarecrow
holding the cornstalk
like a microphone
Dan Campbell
pop stars sing
we are the world
Wendy C. Bialek
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
Carol Jones
shadows
falling in line
Debbie Feller
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
Carol Jone
flashing blue lights
in the red-light district
Keith Evetts
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
a trickle of red
down the tank turret
Keith Evetts
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
Carol Jones
meeting her parents
for the very first time
Michael Henry Lee
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
a hint of orange
in her daiquiri
Tracy Davidson
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
Laurie Greer
… which of them
is the chosen one?
Sushama Kapur
scarecrow
holding the cornstalk
like a microphone
Dan Campbell
that stiff grin
of the born ventriloquist
Laurie Greer
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
on the firm ground
of a castle in the air
Laurie Greer
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
Carol Jones
ladies’ soft voices
from the island gazebo
Lorin Ford
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
Laurie Greer
sound of sirens
clearing the streets
Nani Mariani
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
lingering long
after the last goodbyes
Pauline O’Carolan
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
Laurie Greer
creaks as the weathercock
trims to the wind
Harrison
scarecrow
holding the cornstalk
like a microphone
Dan Campbell
in the background
crickets chirp
carol jones
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
Carol Jones
bombs away
as the chopper blades drone
Betty Shropshire
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
our eyes
warm with wine
Susan Grant
And here are the tan-renga that we will be adding to the archive:
hot spell
a dragonfly weaves
between the reeds
Carol Jones
ladies’ soft voices
from the island gazebo
Lorin Ford
scarecrow
holding the cornstalk
like a microphone
Dan Campbell
the same corny jokes
as last year’s
Richard Straw
dusk…
a murder of crows
circles the steeple
Laurie Greer
sound of sirens
clearing the streets
Nani Mariani
Saharan sand
deepening
the sunset
Tracy Davidson
a trickle of red
down the tank turret
Keith Evetts
THIS WEEK
We will, once again, be offering three-line opening verses. You may submit as many as five. I am thinking that, for this round, I will select a single opening verse for everyone to work with in the following week.
Enter your offers in the comments section, below, before midnight (Eastern US time) on Monday, October 3. On Thursday, October 6 I will select an opening verse for our next round of capping, perhaps making appreciative comments about some of the other offers.
Thank you, all,
John
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helicopter lifting
homeless lady
in heaven
Well done to all selected and archived poets (I now have an image of eight haiku poets squeezed together on a library shelf!)
Thanks John for this feature. I don’t know very much about tan renga so this is most interesting and helpful.
A few verses for your consideration…
sleepless again
no point in crying
over lost sheep
moon shadow
everything becomes
a strange figure
restless sleep
every snore you make
louder
dark thoughts
dissipated
birdsong
rain at dawn
the suddenness
of this world
‘I now have an image of eight haiku poets squeezed together on a library shelf’ 🙂 🙂
A delightful image, Marion.
Thank you, Carol—I’m pleased it made you smile.
Amazing what comes to you when you can’t sleep! (I’ve been awake since just before two and it’s now half six in the morning. 😖 However, I did complete a fair amount of research and make notes for my poetry in schools workshops, so at least it’s been productive)
marion
Yes, some wonderful words come to mind, the only thing I don’t do is write them down thinking I will remember my thoughts, wrong.
I hope you caught up on your lost sleep, it can be very draining, however, a lovely way to spend a few quiet hours, and getting ahead with your poetry workshop.
she pauses
and climbs
the hill
falling leaves
a tribute
to last summer
the wild turkeys pass
by our house
one by one
the afternoon fades
not sure what to do
on the list
debris knocks
along the river bank
on a Friday night
barbed wire
another tattoo
in memory of
*
last rites
inside the culvert
a change of clothes
*
empty water bottle
along the path
a snake plays dead
*
screech owl
the uncertainty
of dawn
*
dirt road
the dust devil
keeps apace
– Betty Shropshire
Congrats to all those chosen for your capping verses as well as those whose verses were under consideration . That’s impressive. Of course, this is my first experience with this tan-renga so like you, I am trying to learn what’s what. Thanks John for leading us in this.
bedtime…
boar’s hair brush gliding
through her hair
a warbler serenades
his mate and us
–how soon before hatching
a peony tucked
behind her ear
–wedding breakfast
which blossoms
will attract the most bees
–flirtation
the blossoms
that attract the most
–flirty skirt
Thank you John and all for the stimulating, thoughtful poems. Great learning.
swollen river
together in a tin boat
strangers and neighbours
gone wandering –
from inside walls
paint peels
he stumbles
learning to walk
rough road
autumn dusk
his garden rake
stands idle
trees leaning
into each other
friendship
Congratulations Lorin, Richard, Nani and Keith!
Thank you John for all the guidance!
My five ku for this week:
dawn birdsong –
cold tea on the desk
says it all
***
village fair –
child’s new doll and her
in blood pool
***
beach wedding –
sand lands inside eyes
selfie spoils
***
in the backyard
by the fire
eyes of steel
***
midnight scene –
a neighbour’s scream
renting the air
5.
twilight has gone
like the story of Romeo and Juliet
no wedding ring
Thanks, John, for your guidance. And thanks, all, for your camaraderie. Faring forward…
down-pouring rain
my daughter’s airplane
somewhere
*
wind and rain
the windows frame
a cold day
*
eyes open
a dream morphs
into day
*
dream of dead
voices and faces
the long grass
*
desert stars
the wise men head home
while children die
first raw weather of autumn
hearing the cold
in the busker’s throat
oak leaves
the smell of autumn
coming in clusters
*
hurricane blowing through–
the gulley
full of bubbles
*
4.
shaking legs
he has a new girlfriend
spring of sadness
5
family get-together
a cat chases willow fluff
around the garden
4
mackrel clouds
bedclothes billow
along the wash line
3.
half a century ago
Apollo XI
take humans to the moon
roused from a dream
the wind is just
the wind
.
riverside camp . . .
moonlit moths dance
across the border
#2
one hanging basket
of fading petunias left
off balanced
the oak
with our initials
is now a stump
the same strangers
day after day
on the subway
****
remembering
her fragrance
but not her name
*****
alligator
cruising down
the flooded street
2.
in the garage
grandpa’s old shoes
become an anthill
1.
no goose
but nature is so beautiful
perfect blooming lotus
Congratulations to all dear friends 🌺
Thank you very much, dear John..
1.
spring at last–
the sun and the crunch
of snow peas
*
2.
a white narcissus
bent over the puddle –
mirror, mirror . . .
*
3.
La Niña event –
a crowd of bluebells leading
up the garden path
*
4.
ripe blackberries
where the river bends
a billy to each kid
*
5.
Chanel exhibition –
no-one mentions
the Nazis
*
.
lost love . . .
fallen leaves cover
a forgotten rake
I’m feeling an big ‘ouch’ there , Jonathan
smiling
at my banjo case
filled with dollar bills
Congratulations Lorin, Richard, Nani, and Keith! And thank you for always teaching us and helping us, John!
sparrows sheltering
in the overgrown yews
set for removal
3rd
cherry buds unfurl
a child stirs
within his cradle
1) holding the mike
her shiver of melodies
each sad episode
2) parrot cry on tree
on deaf ears for soothsayer
with other parrot
3) hot tea
wave of cold spell
her former friend’s face
4) all carrots’ dry peel
moments ‘decision of dish
unopposed in floor
5) summer winds’ cool blow
quick spell on cloth liner’s row
now ditch’s running show
blue hour…
windows rolled down
on a spiritual
*
drosophila…
this living monument
to a world of dew
*
another tempest
bringing chaos
wherever she blinks
midnight
past caring
what the morning brings
the world on fire
a blaze of headlines
but still no change
Many thanks, John; enlightening as ever. Thank you for including my efforts.
I particularly relished:
scarecrow
holding the cornstalk
like a microphone
Dan Campbell
the same corny jokes
as last year’s
Richard Straw
Irresistible along with the capping verse’s ‘third line’, and all.
—
And now my five offers:
morning jog
an answer blowing
in the wind
a long red light
at the roadworks…
liquidambar
at the bottom
of his toolbox
a pink envelope
security patrol
the bomb-sniffing dog
ignores a dead body
pharmacy queue
I remember what’s-his-name’s
odd socks
Keith Evetts
offer 2
honey bee
dust clouds billow
around a speeding car
edit:
honey bee
dust clouds billow
behind a speeding car
mackerel sky
hopes and prayers piled
atop hopes and prayers
first named storm
nothing I would repeat
in polite company
storm surge
awash in waves
of regret
storm season
spaghetti models with
the evening meal
doppler radar
losing a lot on the black
and white analog
offer1
silk scroll
leaves falling beneath
the artist’s brush
Congratulations, Lorin, Richard, Nani and Keith.
Thank you John for this wonderful oppotunity to learn so much more.
Lorin, I liked your chosen verse when I read it. Many thanks.
Richard, Nani and Keith : congratulations!
Carol, many thanks for your generous comment to me. Clearly, I liked your inspiring verse a lot.
Nothing could’ve surprised me more than having a ‘capping verse’ selected on this first run of tan-renga verses (first time I’ve attempted a tan-renga verse !)
Thank you John, for the very nice surprise! 🙂 And also for the insight you’ve given, above, for your process:
“If my previous role of selecting renku verses felt something like selecting poems for a book or journal, this kind of selection feels more like judging a contest. That usually involves an initial production of a long list of potential selections and a winnowing of that group to a shorter list of finalist poems. From that point, the distinctions that lead to final selections become finer and much more subjective. In the end, my final selections are as much a reflection of my reader qualities as of the qualities of the poems themselves. ” – John Stevenson
I, too, being new to tan renga was delighted at having a verse chosen, and then to see your verse capping mine to be archived, well, I’m still ‘over the moon’ 🙂
Thanks to all the other poets’ verses on the short list.