Blast from the Past

One of the most memorable events during my writing career was when Terra Infirma was awarded a 1993 grant from the Colorado State Council of the Arts to set many of my poems to sound on a Public Radio Broadcast. A lot of energy and time went into this production. Women of all ages including children elevated my words to whole other unexpected levels.

It had been years since I listened to the two-part series until Holy Guardian Angel John Stevenson resurrected the links for me. Here they are. If and when you have time, relax with a cup of tea, take a few deep breaths and just let go.

Just Added to Kindle

HOW WORDS AND THOUGHTS AFFECT YOUR LIFE is a revised book I published in the mid 80’s called HOW WORDS AND THOUGHTS AFFECT YOUR BODY. It has been out of print for many years. After all these years, my husband reread it one day and said, “This is still so inspiring , We gotta get it out there.”

I added an Afterword section since so many quantum physicists and medical doctors have come forth basically sharing the same things–that words and thoughts are the building blocks we use to shape our lives.

Since the publication of this book, I discovered books and courses by Jim Self on Alchemical Mastery. His teachings take the use of words to a whole other level and if you are a spiritual aspirant who has dipped her toes into many courses of study, know that there is a lot more waiting for you at the end of the rainbow–a new beginning to play in consort with the Creator.

My Senryu from the Latest issue of Modern Haiku

New widow

she forces herself

to prune his rose

Tim Green of Rattle Interview with Alexis Rotella

I just got around to listen to it now.

Writing a Bio: A Task for the Birds or ChatGPT?

To see

what I’ve

been up to

I Google

myself

That five-liner is called a kyoka (sister to the tanka form). Kyoka are what senryu is to haiku.

So, every time a publisher asks me for a bio, I shrink. Why? Because who I was and what I did a month ago is not what I’m doing now 0r have been doing for a while. My outpouring is not static. My publishing credits continue to grow. So, for kicks, instead of going to Dr. Google, I asked ChatGPT to write my bio and I think it did a better job than I ever could. I can’t disagree with anything it says except I was not schooled in Connecticut. Rather, I graduated from Drew University in Madison, New Jersey. Let’s face it, I’ve been writing haiku and related forms since the late 1970s and a lot of water has run under the old bridge since then. Here I am in 2023 at age 76, a licensed acupuncturist/hypnotist practicing in Greensboro, North Carolina for the last 2.5 years, still married to the same wonderful guy for 58 years.

Anyway, here’s my bio courtesy of ChatGPT: (see if you agree)

Alexis Rotella – Pioneering Japanese Poetry Forms in English

Introduction:
Alexis Rotella, a prominent and highly respected poet, has left an indelible mark on the world of poetry by masterfully infusing Japanese poetry forms into English literature. Her profound understanding of haiku, tanka, and other traditional Japanese forms has redefined the possibilities of expression within the English language. With a unique blend of cultural sensitivity and artistic brilliance, Rotella has earned her place among the most influential poets of our time.

Early Life and Education:
Born on January 17th, 1948, in Bridgeport, Connecticut, (not accurate; I was born January 16, 1947 in Johnstown, Pa.) Alexis Rotella’s poetic journey began at an early age. Growing up in a family that nurtured her creative spirit, she quickly discovered her love for words and expression. Rotella pursued her education at Southern Connecticut State University and Trinity College, (not so, my undergrad degree was in philosophy from Drew University in Madison, NJ) where she developed a deep appreciation for literature, particularly Japanese poetry.

Exploring Japanese Poetry:
Captivated by the simplicity and elegance of Japanese poetry forms, Rotella delved into the world of haiku, tanka, and haiga. Recognizing the challenges of translating these unique forms into English, she dedicated herself to preserving the essence and spirit of Japanese poetry while adhering to the linguistic nuances of the English language.

Poetic Innovations:
Rotella’s poetic innovations are marked by her ability to balance tradition with experimentation. She has seamlessly merged the traditional essence, brevity, and captivating juxtapositions of Japanese poetry with English’s vibrant and diverse vocabulary. Through her distinctive approach, she has expanded the boundaries of haiku and tanka to create a new space for expression within the English literary canon.

Recognition and Influence:
Alexis Rotella’s life’s work has garnered widespread recognition both nationally and internationally. Her poetry has been published in various prestigious literary journals, anthologies, and online platforms dedicated to haiku and tanka. She has won numerous awards, including the Museum of Haiku Literature Award (I forgot about that one, but many other awards are in my backpack), and served as an editor for several poetry publications (I also founded Prune Juice, senryu journal, still going strong today and let’s not forget I served as President of the Haiku Society of America in 1984 and oh yes, 40 books published so far).

Additionally, Rotella’s influence extends far beyond her own poetry. She has inspired and mentored countless aspiring poets, nurturing their love for Japanese forms and encouraging their individual poetic voices. As a well-known and highly revered figure in the poetry community, she has played a pivotal role in the popularization of Japanese poetry forms in English-speaking countries.

Legacy:
Alexis Rotella’s contributions to the world of poetry will endure for generations to come. Her ability to harmoniously blend the simplicity of Japanese forms with the richness of the English language has formed a bridge between two literary worlds. By sharing the beauty, depth, and brevity of Japanese poetry with English-speaking audiences, Rotella has enriched the poetic landscape and continued the legacy of these timeless forms.

Conclusion:
Alexis Rotella, an accomplished poet and passionate ambassador of Japanese poetry forms, has carved a unique path in the realm of English literature. Her profound impact and dedication to breaking new ground have established her as a revered figure in the poetry community. Alexis Rotella’s remarkable journey as a poet will forever serve as an inspiration to those seeking to bridge cultural divides through the transcendent power of words.

(Sometimes, friends, it takes a village to write a bio, or maybe even an obit)

Feeding the Birds (Haibun)

My neighbor says
oh, your gate is painted green
and you got your windows washed

what else is going on over there,
what else are you guys having done?

A package appears on the front steps.
He texts me as he always does.
He really ought to text me
when there’s not a package on the porch.

an owl returnsto the cedar duskfall

(Contemporary Haibun 19.2, Summer 2023)

Holy Week in the Big Apple

https://www.thephare.com/poetry2

It’s always a kick to have a haibun published in a literary journal that’s not just dedicated to Japanese poetry forms in English.

Holy Week in the Big Apple was inspired by a dream my husband had around Easter time.

Enjoy

Metaphors

Aristotle said, “The greatest thing is to have a command of metaphor.”

What is not a metaphor is literally true.

Metaphor is the native language of the Unconscious. We cannot not think in metaphor. I think that’s one of the reasons people new to haiku have a hard time wrapping their heads around the fact that haiku frowns on the use of metaphor (notice that “wrapping their heads around” is a metaphor).

A metaphor carries a message further and faster than any other medium. We are constantly comparing this to that.

After giving a talk on haiku guidelines, I stress the fact that metaphor needs to be put on the back burner. The writer needs to describe what’s in front of her. It might sound simple but it’s hard when you’re a newbie. No matter how many times new writers hear that use of metaphor is a no no, they will automatically introduce metaphor into their (non)haiku anyway because it’s the way we talk on a moment-to-moment basis.

At a certain point, I might just let sleeping dogs lie, knowing that unless one really wants to focus on describing what’s literally there, it may be too much of a stretch for some people.

(You might be interested in Clean Language by Sullivan and

Rees)

What does poetry have in common with gardening?

The first warm day after some frigid temperatures and here I am coming to terms with the plants that didn’t make it through the winter, even though the season was mostly mild until March.

Every serious gardener has dreams of creating a beautiful landscape. And if any of you are like me, you may wake in the middle of the night thinking about a bush that needs pruning or how one spot needs something to offset something else. Even though a tree may have cost a pretty penny but hasn’t done much in three years, you know you won’t be happy until it’s gone, out of your hair, so another shrub can take its place.

I have a poem I’ve been working on for over 20 years and still the ending hasn’t presented itself, despite many attempts to look at it with fresh eyes. For the life of me, I can’t throw it away because of all the time invested in it. I sometimes submit a poem to a journal only to toss and turn because I’m still not sure if “the” or “a” was the right article to go in front of “owl.”

I spent a fortune on two dozen tulips last year which I wound up planting in pots because there wasn’t enough space for them in the garden. They are beautiful and flourescent and every hour or so I look out the window to see how they’re doing. But today I’m torn–shall I plant them again even though they may not bloom again for two years, and if they do bloom, chances are they won’t ever be as flamboyant. One moment I decide to give them to a younger gardener next door and the next, I’ll keep them despite the uncertainty.

Perhaps if I threaten the poem, tell it if it doesn’t work with me, I will toss it in the circular filing cabinet. But even if I do, I know I’ll be haunted until my last days on earth..

Mid February

It’s interesting how the unconscious reminds us of things we aren’t consciously aware of. I was wondering why I kept thinking of the Queen of Hearts all afternoon until a potato chip fell on the floor in the shape of a heart.

I haven’t written too many haiku about valentines but here’s an oldie from decades ago.

In the garbage bin / mound of snow / and a valentine

A reminder that the only thing permanent is impermanence.

January 7th an old high school beau, Jimmy (who looked like the Marlboro man), passed away. He was my first puppy love. Back in the days when home room class rooms had valentine boxes, I addressed to Jimmy a card doused with cheap Blue Waltz perfume. It stunk up the entire room. Even though I hadn’t seen him since our 40th class reunion, I am happy we got to dance. I am glad he had four kids and grandkids he loved. RIP dear Jimmy. Happy Valentine’s Day, dear heart.