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Showing posts with label Margaret Saunders. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Margaret Saunders. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 January 2024

1989 letter from American haijin Lee Gurga

I'm continuing to publish selected letters from my haiku correspondence before I donate them to the Haiku Canada Archives in the University of Victoria Special Collections. It's interesting to note in Lee's letter that haiku was relatively unknown in English thirty five years ago. In 1997 Lee became the President of the Haiku Society of America. He edited Modern Haiku from 2002 - 06. He's the current editor for Modern Haiku Press.

 

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Dear Chris,

         Thanks so much for your generous "care package" of
Canadian poetry. This morning I finally got a chance to
spend some time with the books - - in the tub, my favorite
place! Of course, I am familiar with your name and
Margaret Saunders from the various haiku publications.
It was enjoyable to read some of your "long" poems
and to be introduced to some poets who I haven't met before.
Quite a few more things going on there in Toronto than
here in Lincoln, IL!

          In reference to your twenty years of odd jobs, I recall
Randy Brooks emphasizing how important it is for poets to
have "other" jobs. Where else to get material to write
about? Maybe this is why so many hollywood movies are
about the motion picture industry - - an indication of
their creative bankruptcy.

        I have only recently begun to write "long" poems again - -
my first since I was in high school. Actually, I didn't do
much writing at all for the past 20 years, then began writing
haiku again in earnest about a year and a half ago. Over the
years I had kept in touch with haiku by reading  and rereading
Blyth's Haiku, the only haiku books in English of which I
was aware. The interest in haiku today is just amazing to me.

      I had an opportunity to visit some friends in Peterborough
this past summer. In case you don't get Modern Haiku, I am
enclosing a copy of a little piece I did up there. I hope
you enjoy it. Also a story about a haiku gathering we had
in the St.Louis area this past October. Glad to hear you
are enjoying my little "mouse."

Yours, 
Lee     

 

Tuesday, 26 December 2023

1982 letter to Bill HIgginson re early Haiku Society of Canada meeting

 Oct. 29/82

Bill Higginson
From Here Press
Box 219
Fanwood, N.J.
07023 USA

Dear Bill,

              Delighted to hear from you!   Yes, it must be over a decade since
we corresponded, and it sounds as if a lot of water has passed under
both our bridges . . . hopefully our experiences can be incorporated
into our haiku and other poetry . . .

            It's funny but I never met a real, live haiku poet (other
than the occasional wanderer I pressed into authorship in my hippie
years) until 1979, when just for the hell of it I decided to attend
a meeting of "The Haiku Society of Canada" at Eric Amman's (sic) house.
I arrived with some trepidation and a 6-pack of beer, and surprise!
everyone present was a real, live writing haiku poet & even more
astounding - fairly normal human beings. I don't know if you have
ever met Eric, but he is a shy, self-effacing guy, sort of a
gnomish Woody Allen without the forced humour. George Swede was
a larger version of a hobbit (not as elfin as Eric - he's since
shaved his beard) - Margaret Saunders is everyone's aunt and granny
in one, Marshall Hryciuk is a big-bearded, big-bellied laughing
Buddha (too much acid? -) etc.  A very congenial group, esp. after
we polished off the beer, some saki, a few bottles of wine, etc.
Serious discourse was forced to give way to a round-robin haiku
reading, which eventually 'degenerated' into good natured bantering
about each other's occasional misadventures at authorship. No
blood was shed, the highest accolade I can give. Subsequent
meetings of the HSC and the more recent Toronto Haiku Workshop
have followed pretty well in this tradition.
               Anyway, a toast, welcome back to Haiku (for both of us)!

              The enclosed collections will  update you better (I hope)
than a long and boring letter about my life. Unfortunately, the most
recent work in the collections is about 2 years old, so as soon
as I gain access to a photocopier, I will inundate you with some
more current writing. If you have any available collections of your
work, let's swap!

            At his point I was dragged off to a Halloween Party in
my housing co-op - 3 or 4 beers and several hours later I'm back . .
you are of course most welcome to use any of my haiku in any projects
you have in mind .... I'll send you some more recent stuff here as well -
Thanks for the compliments about my haiku (you may have the only
extant copy of "Guest in a Garden", by the way) . . and thanks for the
offer to visit - it's inevitable that we meet - not sure of my status
regarding border crossings (haven't been in the States since '69) . .
I'll try to correspond more frequently than every decade in the future . .

POETRY POWER!!

Chris

no signature available on this carbon copy



Monday, 5 December 2016

A Flock of Blackbirds: Haiku and Senryu




A Flock of Blackbirds: Haiku and Senryu

by Margaret Saunders



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over the car wash
a flock of blackbirds



spring rain:
after all this time . . .
homesickness


Canada Day:
an old vet hangs out
a Union Jack


falling snow:
on the reservation
white crosses vanish


silently falling
around the nursing home:
autumn leaves . . .


at the theatre,
the rustle of papers:
I clench my teeth


after the crash
the cry
of a vulture


in the distance - -
in the old vet's room - -
the Q.E.W.


in the April sun
a row of bright headlights
moves down the street


town dump:
through the rubble
wildflowers


a bitter wind:
a single leaf clings
to the maple


morning funeral:
on my neighbour's roof
autumn frost


at the General
an aborted baby hugs
an aborted baby


early this morning
just when I was thinking spring
another snowfall!


suddenly it's spring.
in yesterday's frozen pond
the birds are bathing.


the robin that chirped
in my garden last evening,
has now flown south


silently
the mist blindfolds
the village


in the park
the bandstand ghost
hosts empty stalls


after
our quarrel
a full moon


the girl serving lunch
in the cafeteria
is scratching her crotch


nightfall:
from the drive-in movie,
honking horns


at the movies,
competing with the stars,
a chink of daylight


on the beach
the lookout chair
looks out and out


under the maple,
a cluster of sleepy cows,
swap flies with their tails.


rain washing
a chalked swastika
down the drain


slowly drifting
towards the ball park:
fog patches


after the reception
a withered carnation


fading into
Steeltown's smog:
funeral cortege


town square
drifting around the cenotaph . . .
plastic poppies


the sleepy kitten
settles in a beam
of autumn sunlight


notes:


* I published Margaret's first haiku collection with my Unfinished Monument Press in October, 1979.

* the haiku/senryu were all hand lettered in capitals, so it's hard to know exactly what Margaret's intentions were regarding capitalization

* individual haiku weren't given publication credits, but at the end of the collection, the following mags are listed as 'first appeared in':
Jabberwocky, Cicada, Canadian Children's Magazine, Poetry Toronto, Canadian Haiku: An Anthology, Canadian Thanksgiving Book, Blind Windows, Wee Giant, Mamashee


*I typed the contents of Margaret's collection to send to Haiku Canada president Terry Ann Carter, who is writing histories and essays on the early days of English language haiku. Following is one of my email responses to Terry about those times.

Hi Terry,
I met Margaret at that first haiku meeting at Eric Amann's condo. I've written about this meeting several times, how it was the first time I'd met other living breathing haiku poets (or at least ones I hadn't inspired to write haiku after they'd read my first little chapbooks from 1969).

I've written several times before about this seminal meeting (I'm pretty damn sure it was the inaugural meeting of the Canadian Haiku Society). For the first time I got to meet my mentor, Dr. Eric Amann, who had encouraged and published my early haiku in 1967 in his very respected and influential magazine, "Haiku". In the decade between these early snail mail contacts and our first meeting, I'd been a major organizer in opposing the Vietnam War where I lived in Miami, Florida. Eric, living far away in Toronto, was resident in the mythical, to me, country I'd been born in. After 'dodging the draft' I lived for three years, 1969 - 1972, in the UK in squats and various temporary lodgings (as the Brits would say).

In 1972 I decided I'd had enough of the hippie lifestyle of living on the street, and took a chance and flew with no money or worldly possessions to Canada. So when I finally met Eric I'd been living in Canada for only 6 or 7 years, but I'd acclimatized quickly to my agreeable and supportive homeland.

I suspect that most of us who met that evening at Eric's condo were also initially apprehensive about meeting other Canadian haiku poets. I didn't know if it would be a snooty gathering of multilingual academics, or Zen practitioners, or Japanophiles, expat Japanese or what! So it was comfortable to look around Eric's crowded little livingroom and learn that we were all pretty darn normal Canadians - almost so normal as to be cliches  ;  )-  Dr. Eric Amann turned out to be a shy gnome of a man, substantially shorter than I am at 5'7. Marshall Hryciuk was a big, gregarious laughing Buddha, with long hair and obvious good humour. Margaret was a short, friendly little Scotswoman, grandmotherly, but with an almost flirtatious gleam. George Swede was perhaps the most 'normal' person, who looked and talked like a typical professor.

Margaret and I bonded immediately at that meeting. I'd taken a sixpack of Budweiser beer, in case the meeting was too pompous. I needn't have worried. The 6 beers were quickly shared by all present, & I'm pretty sure most of us enjoyed our drinks while sitting on Eric's floor, Wee Margaret included.

I haven't kept records of specific dates, but I'm sure Margaret almost immediately published some of my poetry in her Hamilton-based litmag, "Wee Giant". I reciprocated, publishing her first chapbook haiku collection, "A Flock of Blackbirds", in October, 1979, with my Unfinished Monument Press.

There was an odd rivalry between Margaret and another Hamilton haiku poet and litmag publisher, Herb Barrett. Both Herb and Margaret were the nicest people you could imagine, and both were talented poets who encouraged dozens of other poets by publishing them. To my memory, having Margaret and Herb compete to publish and review my poetry, and to feature me at Hamilton poetry readings, was like having two doting, but competitive, grandparents fighting for my affection  ;  )-

I can find only one copy of Margaret's "A Flock of Blackbirds", and I'm debating with myself whether to send it to you. Is there any way you can track down copies of her work?