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'Poetry Splash! E-zine'          Issue **019**
Date : 31 August 2000.

Arvind, Sangita, Pushkin Passey

(((((((((((((((((( CONTENTS )))))))))))))))))))))
1. Forms Of Poetry (On Haiku. Osho's interpretation of Haiku)
2. ...The Delectable, Memorable Poem...(Some Haikus from Paper Lanterns)
3. Poetry In/From India (A poem by Merin Elizabeth Kuruvilla)
4. Your Requests! (Poetry Quotes: Bob Dylan)
5. Let Us Connect With Poetry (The Accelerating Universe & Poetry)
6. A Poem For You All -- From Me (A poem by Arvind Passey)
7. Comments, Ideas, Contributions from Readers (Poems sent by Prarthana
Jagannath, Baxter Woodward, and Shridhar.J)

A Note From The Editor:

"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem,
see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe (1749–1832), German poet, dramatist. Wilhelm
Meister’s Apprenticeship, bk. 5, ch. 1 (1795–96; tr. by Thomas Carlyle).

The role of e-zines like the one that you are reading right now is to
spread goodness and a humane perspective. Remember, your thoughts are
framed by what you read and listen, and they in turn influence the words
that you will write or speak.
Think about it!

We have had some more poetry site-walas writing in. Here are a few URLs.
Enjoy poetry!

paulo da costa (
sitename: escritas
description: site of the portuguese-canadian poet and editor of filling
Station, a canadian literary magazine

amakha (
sitename: amakha moulay
description: the best one coca cola ou safi mada wa iga raya hahahahah

Michael O'Dea (
sitename: Poems From Sunfire
description: Selected poems from Irish poet O'Dea's first collection

lahoucine (
sitename: world of aisbih
description: THis site contains whatever you want to know about islam
,arabic music. just visit me.

Dragan Milinkovic and Nikola Kitanovic (
sitetitle: WA, Kingdom of Internet
description: Webs Awards, Kingdom of Internet. Awards only to the best on
the net.

Katrina Weston (
sitetitle: The Poetry Point
description: Sumbit Poetry, Publish Poetry, Poetry Banner Exchange, Poetry
Chat, Poetry Forum

The last two sites that you see in the list above have been awarded the
'Poetry Splash!' Award this month.
Until the next issue...bye!
Arvind Passey.

           --* Forms Of Poetry *--


The haiku is a Japanese verse form consisting of three unrhymed lines of
five, seven, and five syllables. It presents a pair of contrasting images
-- one suggestive of time and place, and the other an observation.
Here is an example:
           The stars in the sky
    And the lush, green rolling fields
             Cry alone tonight

Be sure to eliminate all unnecessary words from your haiku; it should be
short and sweet. You should also avoid metaphors and similes in order to
keep the poem simplistic.

'I clap my hands
and with the echoes
it begins the dawn --
the summer moon.'
"The summer moon is still hanging and the sun is going to rise. And I have
clapped my hands, and the echoes are still resounding in the mountains. It
is just a painting in words. A haiku has to be understood -- a painting in
words, not only a poetry in words -- and it has to be visualized. Just
visualize yourself surrounded by mountains. And you clap your hands. The
mountains go on echoing and the summer moon is still there and the dawn
has come. The sun will be arising soon.
Why should he write these small haikus? He used to live by the side of a
lake surrounded by mountains, meditating in utter silence. Once in a while
he would open his eyes and whatever he would see, he would note down.
These haikus are not out of the mind. These haikus are reflections in a
mirror, in a no-mind. In a silent heart the summer moon, the dawn very
close and he claps his hands, and all the mountains resound with echoes."

 --* ...The Delectable, Memorable Poem... *--

Debi Bender (
sitename: Paper Lanterns
(We thought of including a few lovely haikus in this issue from the
'Poetry Splash!' award winning site: Paper lanterns. Enjoy!)
hay moon
the cicada chorus
supplanted by frogs
smooth stones
the coolness of water
held in their shapes
candle flickers
paper lanterns
in a goldfish pond
afternoon sun falls
through orange groves
wings glide
over southern pine
hawk shadow
each bend
a brief heistation
oak branch
blue lake shimmers
a cupped moon
without a sound
even mountains
yeild to mist

         --* Poetry In/From India *--

(This poem is from the fourth collection of poems 'Milestones' by Merin
Elizabeth Kuruvills. She is a sixteen year old girl and had started
writing at the age of four.)


A candle burns
the wax melting
in white trains on to the table.

In the dusk,
shadows play on the wall,
the paint peeling
in the glow of a flickering light.

Figures wait, impatient.
Another power cut...

They fan themselves with
in the insufferable heat,
their faces curiously lit
by the lonely flame of the candle.
Keep burning.

            --* Your Requests! *--
(Sometime back Prarthana had requested for poetry by Bob Dylan and Dylan
Thomas. We have already published a poem by Dylan Thomas. In this issue
are a few poetry quotes by Bob Dylan.)
In the dime stores and bus stations,
People talk of situations,
Read books, repeat quotations,
Draw conclusions on the wall.
--Bob Dylan (b. 1941), U.S. singer, songwriter. "Love Minus Zero/No
Limit," on the album Bringing It All Back Home (1965).
Democracy don’t rule the world,
You’d better get that in your head;
This world is ruled by violence,
But I guess that’s better left unsaid.
--Bob Dylan (b. 1941), U.S. singer, songwriter. "Union Sundown," on the
album Infidels (1983).
I had to say something
To strike him very weird,
So I yelled out,
"I like Fidel Castro and his beard."
--Bob Dylan (b. 1941), U.S. singer, songwriter. "Motorpsycho Nightmare,"
from the album Another Side of Bob Dylan (1964).
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.
--Bob Dylan (b. 1941), U.S. singer, songwriter. "It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only
Bleeding)," on the album Bringing it all Back Home (1965).
I asked the captain what his name was
And how come he didn’t drive a truck
He said his name was Columbus
I just said, "Good luck."
--Bob Dylan (b. 1941), U.S. singer, songwriter. "Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream,"
on the album Bringing It All Back Home (1965).

      --* Let Us Connect With Poetry *--

-An Article By: Arvind Passey.

If I ask you all to 'hitch your wagon to a star' I wouldn't be asking you
to become an astronaut nor would I want you to start an indepth study of
astrology. All I want is that you write more and better poetry...and to
look towards physics & the universe for guidance.

What is true for science must be true for the writing of poetry too. Mario
Livio, an astronomer 'agues that all beautiful scientific theories possess
three essential attributes: symmetry, simplicity and an adherence to the
generalised Copernican principle.'

Let us see how we can apply these attributes to the writing of poetry:

What is needed in poetry is rhythm and a dance of words and thoughts
coherent enough to communicate from the most receptive grey cells to the
other extremity. All this must remain true whatever form a poem adopts. It
is not important when a poem was written...from the earliest times to
anytime in the future, these attributes would hold true.
So symmetry is the property of remaining the same under certain
transformations. That is, if Jill, Sandra, Antwain, Pushkin, Keats and
Tulsidas choose to write a lyric on love they would be free to to give
their poem any form, choose their own words, argue in their own style, BUT
their poem must have rhythm and there must be a dance of words and
thoughts coherent enough to communicate to all. These are the fundamental
laws of poetry & the only way to implement them is to read a poem aloud to
yourself and see if your mind likes it. Believe me, your mind will not lie
to you.

Scientific theories have a tendency to replace many questions with a few,
basic equations. Same is true of poetry. It pays to avoid tortuous
explanations. It is best to use simpler and shorter syllables to introduce
rhythm. It is pragmatic to take up one thought at a time. It is a poet's
duty to remember that he is writing a poem and not a speech to be
delivered in the parliament.
A simple rule is to be on the lookout for a strange idea, and when it
comes, to explore it. Explorations remove the myths of unnavigable jungle
tangles and unclimbable peaks. "In any field, find the strangest thing and
then explore it."-- John Archibald Wheeler.

Scientists call the 'Copernican Principle' the principle of mediocrity.
The generalized Copernican principle simply states that the best theories
are those that do not require the observer to live in a special place in
the Universe or at a special time in history in order to be true.
A poet, therefore, need not wish he were married to Sylvia Plath to write
as Ted Hughes did! Similarly, there is hardly any point in wishing oneself
poverty, misery, lonliness, insanity etc to be able to write poetry.

Poetry can be written by anyone, anywhere and at any time. A poem simply
has to adhere to symmetry and simplicity. Importantly, all the best poems
that we remember and relish reading are probably mediocre. Let the smart
ones remain in textbooks and on shelves of researchers, that is, if they
are able to make it to those places. The best poems are those that do not
require the reader to live in a special place in the Universe or at a
special time in history in order to read and fall in love with it.

(In the next issue we will talk about energy levels and the gaps in poetry

    --* A Poem For You All -- From Me *--

<<explanation for not replying an e-mail from a poetess.>>
-A poem by Arvind Passey

there aren’t any valleys
or mountains
or deserts
no, not even moonscapes


and without form.
unpredictable rhymes
these jogs, these mimes.

time and space
is all there is –
the rest, for a poet,
like bliss





Comments, Ideas, Contributions from Readers

By Prarthana Jagannath

The filtered rays of twilight
                   set the clouds afire.
The celestial Goddess of the night
                   descends upon the earth,
Her crowning glory cascading black,
                   studded with gleaming stars.
Her very presence snuffs out the flames
                   of the setting sun.
An inky blackness washes the canvas of the sky ..
                  and the streaks of red fade to black.
The scintillating gem of the moon adorns
                  her wispy locks,
Showering its light upon this dark and transient world,
Its face cratered with the lashes of the universe,
                  shines cold and lonely.
The night then draws to an end,
The Sun returns once more on His endless vigil.
His soft rays peek over the veil of the horizon,
                  warming the earth once more,
Melting that frozen tear drop in the sable sky.
The canvas is then set ablaze.
The empyreal Divinity retires to Her heavenly abode,
And the mortals gaze in awe,
                  as Olympus is brought to light!


"i met him on the corner"
By: Baxter (
Address: 618 alta vista ave.
corona, ca  92882

of Citron and Taylor
his hands shook as he
handed me a brittle fold of paper
my fingers joined in the tremors
as i accepted the latent gift
he uttered words i can hardly recall
they meant little to history
and they drifted away with the
smoke of our cigarettes
i knew his name from a past encounter
a startling aspect of acquaintance
all in all i suppose he frightened me
but truly, i did not care to notice
his eyes caught glimpses of my
smeared lipstick
and dripping eyeliner
his lips got caught in the pointless words
dribbling and cascading from his mouth
the creases under his eyes
told a hundred stories without endings
i raised the box that held my smokes
in front of my chest
i hoped it would repel any chance
of physical reconciliation
and our feet stepped in a dance
of nervousness
eventually he faded into the shadows
that were the borders between
knowing and not knowing ourselves
that was the first time we made love

letting the tide roll
over our bodies
vistas and hills, their
eyes peer down upon seaweed hair

yellow tones of laughter
operating in sun light
umpteen times, they repel like magnets

ready now, i was ready then
elephants tend to forget
yellow tones of conversation
naked through sheets of
apple peels, falling from a tempered sky

-baxter woodward



My Little Angel
By: Shridhar Jagannathan (
C/408, Nalini Apartments, Sane Guruji Nagar, Mulund(East)

In my arms she was so delicate and tender,
Her eyes so clear such a wonder,
Innocence in them, not for so long, so sad,
Face this cruel world, she had to one day.
Skin, so soft, pink and smooth
Glowing in my hands, like a pink sapphire.
Its very presence was so fresh and clean,
Pollution in the air, it had not yet seen.
Hands so small, with fingers so tiny,
Trying to hold my hand...
I felt so beautifully funny.
Gem of my life, sweeter than honey.
Her being was so innocent,
So divine and so pure,
I feared her being drawn
into this worldly lure.
My child you are in my arms today,
I adore you, I love you, I care for you,
I hate to show you this world...
Your purity it may take away.

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