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Ginko through the Seasons in 2013

To celebrate the four seasons of 2013, I will be leading a ginko (haiku walk) at four exciting locations Poet’s Rock (Karawatha Forest), Boondall Wetlands, JC Slaughter Falls and Venman Bushland.

Karawatha Forest

Masaoka Shiki, one of the four pillars of haiku (along with Basho, Buson & Issa), believed that haiku poets should practice shasei – sketching from life – in order to heighten their powers of observation. A traditional way of developing these powers and opening yourself up to the everyday magic that awaits, is to participate in a ginko.

On a ginko, participants are encouraged to jot down notes about what they can see, hear, smell, touch and taste as well as making notes on other thoughts and feelings that may arise during the walk. At the conclusion of the walk, participants then share their notes and spend time writing and work shopping their haiku.

To coincide with each ginko, a group renga (36 linked verse) will also be written online, using one of the haiku written during the ginko as the hokku (opening poem).

So, if you want to develop your haiku-eye and revel in the subtle seasonal changes, book yourself in to enjoy this unique experience. Each ginko is strictly limited to 8 participants. Costs are $25 for one ginko/renga or $80 to participate in all four.

Places in the series will fill quickly, so to book a spot visit: http://www.queenslandpoetryfestival.info/program/ginko-w-graham-nunn/

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City Botanic Gardens Ginko

Here’s last Sunday’s haiku harvest from our ginko around Brisbane’s City Botanic Gardens. It was a rolling Spring day where the only colour that remained certain in the sky was the purple of Jacaranda blossoms.

on the path
crow throws a sideways look
I know! I know!

(Trish Reid)

*

photographing flowers
the eye of a curlew
fills the lens

(Cindy Keong)

fig tree
a quick root
against the wall

(Tiggy Johnson)

*

family picnic
a jacaranda
provides the blanket

(Lyndon Norton)

mangrove forest
passing bikes tremble
the bridge

(Lyne Marshall)

*

river surges
twenty masts
sway in agreement

(Corrie Macdonald)

*

in the flower garden all the names I never learned

(Chris Lynch)

photohgraphy by Cindy Keong

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Kurilpa Bridge Ginko

Last Sunday a group of us set off from the State Library of QLD across the Kurilpa Bridge on our first Spring ginko. Was a gorgeous Spring day that sparked many fine haiku. Here’s a handful of them along with some stunning photographs by Cindy Keong. This Sunday, we are off to City Botanic Gardens… can’t wait!

********************

city expressway
swallows race
ahead of traffic

Cindy Keong

*

cats purring
at her feet Kuril tosses
her knitting bag

John Wainwright

silent couple
the space between them
too wide for hands

Corrie Macdonald

*

white shirt
high in the mangroves
summer river

Rebekah Woodrow

sunday service
bikes chain themselves
in rows

Trish Reid

*

peeing a mosquito out of the urinal

Andrew Phillips

rising moon
nappy change
in the park

Tiggy Johnson

*

on a bridge
on either side
a bridge

Chris Lynch

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QLD Writers Week

QLD Writers Week (October 10 – 16) is just around the corner and there is plenty happening all across the state as part of the celebrations. I will be hosting a series of posts from some mighty fine QLD Poets all next week, focussing on the role of place in poetry and I will also be stepping out with some haiku lovers to run a Ginko on Sunday October 16 to bring the week to a close. The full program is now online here, so be sure to check it out and see what is happening in your neck of the woods!

To get into the spirit, I will leave you with a haiku…

 

                                                                                          low tide
                                                                                          mangroves stand in pools
                                                                                          of themselves

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Come on a ginko with me

spring breeze
at her thighs
the towel loosens

 

In late October/early November, as Spring bursts in all its beauty, I will be leading a series of six ginko (haiku walk) around this fine city of ours and its stunning surrounds. Masaoka Shiki, one of the four pillars of haiku (along with Basho, Buson & Issa), believed that haiku poets should practice shasei – sketching from life – in order to heighten their powers of observation. A traditional way of developing these powers and opening yourself up to the everyday magic that awaits, is to participate in a ginko. On a ginko, participants are encouraged to jot down notes about what they can see, hear, smell, touch and taste as well as making notes on other thoughts and feelings that may arise during the walk. At the conclusion of the walk, participants then share their notes and spend time writing and workshopping their haiku.

As part of the last series, we visited Sandgate Beach, Downfall Creek, Mt Coot-tha Botanic Gardens, New Farm Park & Southbank, and some stunning haiku were composed, many of which I had the pleasure of publishing on this site and many of which have gone on to be published in journals and magazines all around the world.

Here’s a couple of links to haiku written on the Mt Coot-tha and New Farm Park Ginko earlier this year to give you a taste.

So if you want to develop your haiku-eye and start your Sunday’s off in a meditative headspace, come on a ginko with me…

Details are below:

Ginko (Haiku Walk) with Graham Nunn

Dates: Sundays 16, 23, 30 October and 13, 20 and 27 November

Venue: We gather at Queensland Writers Centre, Level 2, State Library of Queensland

Time: 9am – 10.30am

Fees: Flat Fee $95 for the six sessions

Bookings: You can book online here or contact QWC by calling 07 3842 9922.

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Winter Full Moon Ginko – poems and photos

It was a spectacularly clear night on Friday as ten of us gathered at Valori Espresso Lounge & Gallery for our moon viewing ginko along Scarborough Beach. The moon was right on time (6:30pm), revealing its red glow before rising majestically. Here is a selection of poems and photos from the night.

                                                                still night
                                                                a plover calls
                                                                the rising moon

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                               *

                                                                moon viewing
                                                                a mullet bubbles
                                                                to the surface

                                                                Graham Nunn

                                                                                *

                                                                stars fade
                                                                tonight the moon
                                                                commands centre stage

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                 *

                                                                cold night
                                                                an uptight couple
                                                                glare at the moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                fishing boats
                                                                blink on the horizion
                                                                harvest moon

                                                                Jenny Wright

                                                                                 *

                                                                full moon
                                                                who is here to howl at you?
                                                                the traffic roars

                                                                Maree Dirou

                                                                                                                        

                                                                 winter moon
                                                                 draws the tide
                                                                 like a stick figure

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  wind on the water
                                                                  a thousand little footprints
                                                                  melt into night

                                                                  Kristin Johnson

                                                                                *

                                                                  ebb tide silence
                                                                  a passage beacon flashes
                                                                  to a red lantern moon

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  together
                                                                  on our different shores
                                                                  moonrise melts the distance

                                                                  Sue Mair

                                                                                 *

                                                                  waves break
                                                                  coldness
                                                                  laps my feet

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                 *

                                                                  stars fade
                                                                  a hot ember moon
                                                                  brands the ocean

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                                  *

                                                                  cold night
                                                                  the rising moon
                                                                  pours words through my mind

                                                                  John Allen

                                                                  street lamp
                                                                  just the trunk
                                                                  of a pine tree

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                *

                                                                  fishermen cast
                                                                  into a winter moon
                                                                  wizzzz

                                                                  Andrew Phillips

                                                                                 *

                                                                  clear path -
                                                                  is it yours
                                                                  winter moon?

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                  *

                                                                  following
                                                                  or leading?
                                                                  winter moon

                                                                  Erina

                                                                                   *

                                                                  moonrise
                                                                  my mouth
                                                                  drops open

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                   *

                                                                  new moon
                                                                  on the path
                                                                  old lovers move closer

                                                                  Cindy Keong

                                                                                  *

                                                                  full moon
                                                                  shivering
                                                                  in the shallow water

                                                                  Therese Morgan

                                                                                   *

                                                               photographs by Cindy Keong

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Winter Full Moon Ginko

                                                                       coming
                                                                       hazy or not
                                                                       winter moon

                                                                           photograph by Cindy Keong

That’s right, this Friday, June 17, the first winter full moon will rise and what better way to celebrate than to take a walk along the gorgeous Scarborough Beach composing haiku.

If you are interested in joining the group for the ginko, the meeting point is Valori Espresso Lounge and Gallery (71C Landsborough Ave. Scarborough) at 6pm. There will be writing, workshopping and the sharing of haiku before and after the walk, so it will be a great collaborative learning experience for everyone who comes along.

If you would like to book a spot you can email Therese Morgan at valoriespressoloungeandgallery@hotmail.com

Cost of the event is $20 per person.

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Downfall Creek Ginko

                                                               broken silence
                                                               the fall of one
                                                               golden leaf

                                                                            *

                                                               gentle breeze
                                                               the crackle of gum leaves
                                                               across the boardwalk

                                                                            *

                                                               shady fig
                                                               the silence
                                                               of empty nests

                                                                              – Lee-Anne Davie

                                                                Melaleuca
                                                                again an unseen bird
                                                                cries your name

                                                                            *

                                                                wetland pool
                                                                turns my mind
                                                                to tea

                                                                            *

                                                                Easter Saturday
                                                                a family barbecue
                                                                amuses the kookaburras

                                                                              – Trudie Murrell

                                                                  thin path
                                                                  the strangler fig tightens
                                                                  its grip

                                                                            *

                                                                 forest entrance
                                                                 lorikeets race
                                                                 against the traffic

                                                                            *

                                                                 choosing a path
                                                                 ants travel straight ahead

                                                                              – Cindy Keong

                                                                  no breeze
                                                                  grass moves
                                                                  to the rhythm of butterflies

                                                                            *

                                                                  in the creek
                                                                  moss and rust
                                                                  years apart

                                                                            *

                                                                  back to read another page
                                                                  copper-bottomed ant

                                                                               – John Wainwright

                                                                            *

                                                                              all photographs by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Trudie Murrell & John Wainwright

                                                           garden wedding
                                                           storm clouds bring something
                                                           new to wait for

                                                                           *

                                                           waiting for the bride
                                                           pageboy and crow
                                                           compare suits

                                                                           *

                                                            under the Bay Fig
                                                            a violin plays
                                                            branches dip closer

                                                                           *

                                                            long summer
                                                            boughs outstretched
                                                            check for rain

                                                                          *

                                                             under the fig tree
                                                             crested pigeons fuss
                                                             house proud

                                                                          *

                                                                          poems by Trudie Murrell
                                                                          photograph by Cindy Keong

 

                                                           chattering birds                               
                                                           remove the ear-piece
                                                           when the mobile rings

                                                                            *

                                                           there is but one poem                    
                                                           this time a black ant

                                                                            *

                                                           the woman beside                            
                                                           the pregnant woman
                                                           rubs her stomach

                                                                            *

                                                           autumn breeze                                   
                                                           nothing is still
                                                           but my heart

                                                                            *

                                                           small light
                                                           a spider on
                                                           her web

                                                                           *

                                                                           poems by John Wainwright
                                                                           photograph by Cindy Keong

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New Farm Park Ginko: Jonathan Hadwen & Cindy Keong

                                                          grandfather’s roses
                                                          a spot growing
                                                          on each leaf

                                                                         *

                                                          family barbeque
                                                          teenager texts
                                                          from a separate bench

                                                                         *

                                                         wedding in the park
                                                         only half
                                                         a string quartet

                                                                        *

                                                         dishwasher can’t clean
                                                         the lipstick from the glass
                                                         things you left behind

                                                                        *

                                                         garden bare of flowers
                                                         one curling leaf

                                                                        *

                                                                         poems by Jonathan Hadwen
                                                                         photograph by
Cindy Keong

 

                                                                at the edge of
                                                                the rose bed
                                                                lavender stalks

                                                                            *

                                                                roses in full bloom
                                                                the bride sucks
                                                                in her belly

                                                                             *

                                                                crowded park
                                                                two plover’s
                                                                clear a space

                                                                             *

                                                                 play date
                                                                 dogs teach their owners
                                                                 how to fetch

                                                                             *

                                                                  blisters of burnt paint
                                                                  the summerhouse gone

                                                                              *

                                                                             photograph & poems by Cindy Keong

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