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“DailyHaiga,” Special Feature: “Kampung Halaman, Haiku and Haiga from Indonesia, Haiga by Ken Sawitri and Jimat Achmadi”

Ken Sawitri (Indonesia) Haiku published for the 2nd time as haiga in DailyHaiga Special Feature: Kampung Halaman, Haiku and Haiga from Indonesia, Haiga by Ken Sawitri and Jimat Achmadi, on February 12th, 2016 Selected by Linda Pilarski. Haiku 1st published in Wednesday Haiku 159, Issa’s Untidy Hut, May 14th, 2014 Selected by Don Wentworth

 

KAMPUNG HALAMAN, HAIKU AND HAIGA FROM INDONESIA

Writing haiku is adress to something universal, one flows in such refinement to submit to nature, return to nature. “Where they look is nothing but flowers, what they think is nothing but the moon. Perceiving shapes other than flowers amounts to being a barbarian. Holding thoughts other than the moon is akin to being a beast. Come out from barbarians, depart from beasts.” (Bashô, translated by William J. Higginson in The Haiku Handbook, 1985).

But as R.H.Blyth said: “A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beckoning, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean…” (Haiku, Volume One). As Jalaluddin Rumi said, “I’m a mirror, not a debater.” (Ghazal-38).

Haiku has thrive so far from its place of origin. It is chal​lenging to express my experience as an Indonesian into haiku or haiga. I have selected my haiku and chose my own photograph, and especially Jimat Achmadi’s photographs and paintings to this ‘Kampung Halaman (Hometown)’ series. In Jimat’s art, my haiku find ​once again ​their new way to share Indonesian experiences in a such universal way. Thanks to Jimat Achmadi who allowed me to use his work to be responded in my haiga.

About his art at this series, Jimat said: “My work is my expression about the most memorable memories about Yogyakarta, and a village in the southern Yogyakarta, where I stayed there ​for ​long enough in my school holidays at my grandfather’s house. Yogyakarta is my hometown, where I was born and grew until my adolescence. Pojok Beteng for instance, was my everyday outdoor playground. Making batik woman was my neighbour I was always happy to see her in my childhood. Mount Merapi I saw it every day. Riding a buffalo was the most exciting time when I lived in grandfather’s village, where kedasih (plaintive cuckoo, Cacomantis merulinus lanceolatus) often appeared and would be made the village felt gloomy when it sang.“ Some of Jimat’s work can be found at Jimat’s blog.

Ken Sawitri (Indonesia)

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