Saturday, June 11, 2016

Double Exposure Photography and Tanka. All photos and tanka copyright by Janet Keen..


              egret  hunt fresh fish 
                           paddle boarders hunt fresh waves
                so much time hunting 
             do they ever stop, take stock
            and practise satisfaction 

Janet Keen New Zealand. 


Tanka, the 5-line lyric poem of Japan is quickly becoming popular in the English-language poetry community. 
Like haiku, its shorter cousin, tanka usually is well-grounded in concrete images but also is infused with a lyric intensity and intimacy that comes from the direct expression of emotions, as well as from implication, suggestion, and nuance. 
If you already write haiku and have ever wanted to add commentary to your verses, tanka is the form for you! 
The tanka aesthetic is broad and all-encompassing. 
You can write on virtually any subject and express your thoughts and feelings explicitly.
    
1. Think of one or two simple images from a moment you have experienced and describe them in concrete terms -- what you have seen, tasted, touched, smelled, or heard. 
Write the description in two or three lines. 
As an  example:
 an egret staring at me
 me staring back
2. Reflect on how you felt or what you were thinking when you experienced this moment or perhaps later when you had time to think about it.
    Regarding the moment described above, you could think  about how often  you  have watched and photographed egrets. 
In fact, they even could be said to be a defining part of your  life.

3. Describe these feelings or thoughts in the remaining two or three lines:
 wondering for years
 what would be
 my life's defining moment
4. Combine all five lines:
 an egret staring at me
 me staring back
 wondering for years
 what would be
 my life's defining moment
5. Consider turning the third line of your poem into a pivot line, that is, a line that refers both to the top two lines as well as to the bottom two lines, so that either way they make sense grammatically. 
To do that, you may have to switch lines around.
    Here's a verse with the lines reordered to create a pivoting third line:
 wondering for years
 what would be
 my life's defining moment
 an egret staring at me
 me staring back
    To test the pivot line, divide the poem into two three-liners and see if each makes sense:
  wondering for years
  what would be
  my life's defining moment
 
  my life's defining moment
  an egret staring at me
  me staring back
6. Think about the form or structure of your verse. 
In Japan, tanka is often written in one line with segments consisting of 5-7-5-7-7 sound-symbols or syllables. 
Some people write English tanka in five lines with 5-7-5-7-7 syllable to approximate the Japanese model. You may wish to try writing tanka in this way. 
But Japanese syllables are shorter than English language syllables, resulting in shorter poems even though the syllable count is the same. 
To approximate the Japanese model, some poets use approximately 20-22 syllables and a short-long-short-long-long structure or even just a free form structure using five lines.
 You may wish to experiment with all these approaches. My egret verse is free form.
7. Decide where capitalization and punctuation may be needed, if at all. 
Tanka verses normally are not considered full sentences, and the first word in line 1 usually is not capitalized, nor is the last line end-stopped with a period. 
The idea is to keep the verse open and a bit fragmented or incomplete to encourage the reader to finish the verse in his or her imagination. 
Internal punctuation, while adding clarification, can stop the pivot line from working both up and down. A colon could be added without disenabling the pivot:
 wondering for years
 what would be
 my life's defining moment:
 an egret staring at me
 me staring back
I decided to use indentation instead:
 wondering for years
 what would be
 my life's defining moment
    an egret staring at me
       me staring back
 
A few final tips before you write your first verse: 
  • Tanka verses normally do not have titles, unless they are in a "tanka sequence" or "tanka string."
  • Commentary can be separate from the concrete images or woven into them.
  •  Even though commentary is fine, it's a good policy -- as in any fine poetry -- to "show rather than tell."
    This is a very simplified quick start guide to 
writing tanka. 

The more you write tanka and read other’s verses, you will find many variations to the approach presented here. 

Enjoy the form and remember to share your verses 
with others! 
 A great place to start is with a tanka society such as 

the Tanka Society of America or any of the other 

organizations coming into existence around the 

globe. 

                                                       




                                     
                                               daisies glow amongst
                               crumbling lead cracked paintwork in
                                taranaki  town twilight 
                               do ghosts in forgotten shacks
                               whisper scandals to the tainted



                                                       
                                                         










Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Impressionist photography, dancing with dandelions and haiku



                                    rainbow dandelion, 
                           even on the dullest day
                           still strength to sparkle
                          Janet Keen Rotorua

                                     
                                      lone dandelion left
                         the wind swept others away
                         what made you stay put?
                                                                        Janet Keen, Rotorua


                                                              fly into the void
                                         rest your head amid the fluff
                                         dandelion cushion 
                                           Janet Keen NZ



                                the witches spell
                                 just a fraction now
                                of calming dandelion tea
                                endless dream of me
                                                                             Janet Keen, NZ
                                                                           
                                                                           




                                                        kissing dandelions
                                     as opposed to dead prickles
                                     less pain on the mouth
                                                                                       Janet Keen, NZ




                                                                        
                                                  rose petal finger
                                                 dandelion casts a shadow
                                                her needs always left                                                                                        Janet Keen, NZ 






                                                                                 gaps between petals
                                                     look like paths to unknown lands
                                                    take a risk and leap
                                                                       Janet Keen, Rotorua NZ


                                                           the red of her lips
                                       sweet smelling as fresh roses
                                       smudge on his collar
                                                       Janet Keen, Rotorua, NZ






                                                                    Minimalism, so fashionably sophisticated.
                                                                    stifled bloom of gloom
                                             simplicity so snoring
                                             yawn yourself awake 
                                                       Janet Keen, Rotorua, NZ

          

                                                       

petals like fingers
reaching out towards the mist
wishing to connect
Janet Keen NZ


cracks on crusty earth
impossible to avoid
      marrying a rat          

 Janet Keen, New Zealand


 beautiful allum
part of onion family
closeness makes you cry
 Janet Keen,NZ





after being with him
take notice of how you feel
soft touch may deceive
                                                                         Janet Keen, NZ


misty dandelions
a shroud of indiscretions 
taken to his grave
Janet Keen,NZ


Mixed Messages
 his tapered fingers
 brush hair away from her eyes
intentions unclear

  




                                                   
                                                gladly choose your path 
                                                trust the forks that you may take
                                                every stem has hairs
                                                             Janet Keen, NZ


                                                                         
                                                                                 Geese at the lakefront, I love them
                                                                             reputations wrong
                                                     the more often you meet them 
                                                     the softer they are


                                                            Resilience
                                                         hail falls hard now
                                       bending dandelions to mud
                                       springing  up when past
                                                                    Janet Keen, Rotorua, NZ


                                   when the storm subsides
                                light shines through the dandelions 
                                  couples reconcile
                                     Janet Keen, Rotorua NZ

                                                                 
                                               Loss
                                            the fight exploded
                                           suddenly one windy night
                                            now they are alone
                                                                                             Janet Keen, Rotorua NZ
                                                                                       


                                                                         Cobbwebbs
                                               just because it's dawn
                                              doesn't mean to say your words
                                                have been swept away
                                                     Janet Keen Rotorua, NZ
\
                                                                           leaving town
                                                                      yearning  to connect
                                             one last time before he goes 
                                              allum dandlion
                                                                                              Janet keen

                                                                 
                                                                    
                                                    leaving forever   
                                     wispy marks left on my soul
                                     in my heart you're mine                                                            
                                               Janet Keen, NZ



                                                 don't think that because
                                                 for now you have departed
                                               light has left my life
                                                         Janet Keen, New Zealand
                                                       

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Creative Quotes
 
Why is love intensified by absence?” 

 
 Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler's Wife


 “How we need another soul to cling to, another body to 

keep 

us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I 

need this, I need someone to pour myself into.” 
 
 Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath



 “I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I 

felt when I told myself he didn't.” 
 

 Sarah Dessen, Dreamland

 “The simple lack of her is more to me than others' 

presence.” 
 
 Edward Thomas












Tuesday, June 7, 2016

Double Exposure Ohiwa Harbour, Bay Of Plenty NZ and haiku opportunity to participate.


 Double exposure of Janet with bike and native vegetation at Ohiwa. 

Haiku
 new bike flaming red
 new cardigan fluro pink
you in black, oh dear


For those of you who still don't know what a haiku is;  I will  tell you again
 It's a three lined poem with syllables, five seven five, of Japanese derivation. 

I have a strong desire for  people to write to me at jkeen@clear.net.nz and email me a haiku in response to my photos.
 I will be publishing a book sometime in the future; so you could have a chance to be in it. 
 Please send me your haiku with your country of origin and I will publish it on this blog. 



Ohiwa Holiday Experience. 

My husband Graham  and I went for a short four day holiday to Ohiwa Harbour Holiday Park. 
During this time had a number of mini -adventures; namely...

#Eating out at nice cafes; (there's a lovely French one in Whakatane).
#Biking around Ohiwa Harbour. 
#Walking up to the top of the hill at the back of the camp where there is an Old Maori Pa site and panoramic views of the sea, mountains, farmland, estuary and native bush.
#Biking from the mouth of the Whakatane river ; along the river banks to the bridge at the entrance to the Whakatane township. 
This takes around an hour to bike, it's flat and has very interesting scenery.
#Walked the round trip up the hill at Ohiwa down the other side to Boyd's beach and back along the beach to the camp; this took three hours and I had a three hour sleep after it.
# I took lots of photos, this place is one of the best I have found for nature photos; the land is fresh, unspoilt and wild. 
The sunsets are scintillating and the warm temperatures and fresh sea air make you come back to your normal life with a feeling of unbridled optimism. 

I recommend this place, I must have been there thirty  times; Graham and I discovered  accidentally over 16 years ago while going on a rambling country drive, where I said to him, "lets go down this road and see what we can discover." 
 It is out special place, full of romance and intrigue and like Noosa on Queensland; I never tire of it or being with him there. 

We sometimes  go to the camping ground in the off season as it's quiet. 
We don't like noise, loud music and crowds. 
When we go on holiday together we are like little hermit crabs, Having adventures side by side, locked on our own dreams and coming together from time to time to laugh and joke at the absurdity of situations that lots of other people would possibly  not find humourous. 
He does cryptic crosswords and  suduko, reads the Herald and  surfs the net for news and I create by illustrating  in my visual diary or taking photos, making cards and writing short stories and poetry.
 I read interior design magazines and art books and sometimes books on how to write children's short stories. 

We eat good quality food like camembert cheese, oysters, squid rings, fish and fruit and we do a lot of exercise; breathing in fresh air. 
We are happy holidaying and adventuring  together;  it is something we have always done well. 


 The facilities at the Ohiwa beach Camp  are clean and tidy. 
The grounds well kept and the owners friendly and unobtrusive. 
There are tons of things to do in Ohiwa, like walking, photography, fishing and biking.
 I urge you to go,I have been all oer New Zealand and to my mind it is one of the seven wonders of the unspoilt NZ world. 


mind wanders with thoughts
of what you are doing now
trees lost all leaves
Janet Keen, NZ
I did eight  illustrations while  I was away and experimented with laying washes of colour from double exposure photos behind my doodles. 

sheep soon trot away
the minute my camera's out
hard not to catch bums
Janet Keen, NZ

I took lots of shots of sheep, this one is double exposed with branches 


skeletons of  trees 
masses of shaky fingers 
scratching a weak sun
Janet Keen, NZ


The bare branches with blurred background obtained while firing off my camera while Graham was driving. 



                                      fishing boat mirrored
                                     beside the old wooden wharf
                                      ripples break you up
                                                     Janet Keen, NZ  
The harbour at Ohope has a lovely wharf with old and new fishing boats with loners and odd balls fishing. 
Apparently large fish can be caught here when the tide and conditions are right. 
They weren't right this day which accounted for the air of despondency. 


 Boy fishing Ohope Wharf 1.

                 one fishing boy droops
                rod reeling in empty hook
                do jumping fish laugh?
                          Janet Keen, NZ
                

                 boy fishes alone
                 two more boys fish together 
                bickering seagulls 
                              Janet Keen NZ
Boy fishing, Ohope Wharf 2.







lost in deep dark thoughts
 young man broods about his life
hawk circles above
Janet Keen NZ


Boy fishing, Ohope Wharf 3. 


                                                         walking on the wharf
                                      first thing attracting my eye 
                                      pool of  reflections
                                           
Patterns from the reflections of the  famous weathered, grey Ohope wharf on the water, double exposed with branches of de-nuded poplars. 

                                                       usual view from wharves
                                     snaking rivers of sage sprats
                                    thieving pippy bait
                                                          Janet Keen, New Zealand
Double exposed poplar trees and Ohope wharf reflections. 


Creative Quotes of the day
“If you want to conquer the anxiety of life, live in the moment, live in the breath.”
Amit Ray, Om Chanting and Meditation


“Doing something positive will help turn your mood around. When you smile, your body relaxes. When you experience human touch and interaction, it eases tension in your body.”
Simone Elkeles, Return to Paradise


“Relationships are steppingstones for the evolution of our consciousness. Each interaction we have, be it one of joy or contrast, allows us to learn more about who we are and what we want in this lifetime. They bring us into greater alignment…as long as we continue to move forward and do not get attached to hurt, anger, or being a victim.”
Alaric Hutchinson, Living Peace