Post by NhuanDuc on Nov 9, 2022 0:16:32 GMT 8
"a problem of shape
the human life, long, narrow
like a dragonfly." — Mariya Gusev
Dear all brothers,
I would like to share the poem written by Mariya Gusev. It observes two following essential rules of Haiku - which came into existence in Japan over 300 years ago:
• The 5-7-5 syllable form.
• The use of season words.
The poet employs the shape of a dragonfly’s body to explore one of the deepest paradoxes of modern life. It is exhausting to catch dragonflies since they are elusive insects regardless of being much smaller than humans. Their unique bodies - for instance, delicate and fragile wings, and long and narrow bodies - perform in unpredictable directions. They are well-known as resilient migrants from one continent to the others. It is the same as the human mission of 'make living' in which humans have been insanely cycling around the vicious cycle of 'modern' lives from dawn to dusk in order to fulfill their stomaches and pursue the achievements of frangible 'humanistic' happiness. The poet thought about human life, which is long - about 80 years on average - but narrow - increasingly disconnected from the rest of nature. Personally, the Covid19 pandemic has exposed the truth of the 'narrow' life regardless of supposing life as either long or short. On the one hand, technological, biological, and AI advancements enrich our quality of life, for instance, at least the human lifespan is growing in developed countries. On the other hand, we have faced physical and mental challenges or so-called side effects of the civilized era: from slightly being isolated from each other - because of becoming addicted to smartphones at the individual level and becoming unwise, uncooperative politicians at the inter-state level - to Mother Earth's protests - which are named in a fashionable way, 'Climate Change' and 'Global Warming'.
Issues of human shape unstoppably arise every day, however, the adaptability and resilience of dragonflies' wings have still maintained for a huge migration, and may humans be ready for a giant transformation as soon as possible. Who knows what if...?
Can anyone guess which season is in the poem?
With Upekkhā,
Phù Thi.
the human life, long, narrow
like a dragonfly." — Mariya Gusev
Dear all brothers,
I would like to share the poem written by Mariya Gusev. It observes two following essential rules of Haiku - which came into existence in Japan over 300 years ago:
• The 5-7-5 syllable form.
• The use of season words.
The poet employs the shape of a dragonfly’s body to explore one of the deepest paradoxes of modern life. It is exhausting to catch dragonflies since they are elusive insects regardless of being much smaller than humans. Their unique bodies - for instance, delicate and fragile wings, and long and narrow bodies - perform in unpredictable directions. They are well-known as resilient migrants from one continent to the others. It is the same as the human mission of 'make living' in which humans have been insanely cycling around the vicious cycle of 'modern' lives from dawn to dusk in order to fulfill their stomaches and pursue the achievements of frangible 'humanistic' happiness. The poet thought about human life, which is long - about 80 years on average - but narrow - increasingly disconnected from the rest of nature. Personally, the Covid19 pandemic has exposed the truth of the 'narrow' life regardless of supposing life as either long or short. On the one hand, technological, biological, and AI advancements enrich our quality of life, for instance, at least the human lifespan is growing in developed countries. On the other hand, we have faced physical and mental challenges or so-called side effects of the civilized era: from slightly being isolated from each other - because of becoming addicted to smartphones at the individual level and becoming unwise, uncooperative politicians at the inter-state level - to Mother Earth's protests - which are named in a fashionable way, 'Climate Change' and 'Global Warming'.
Issues of human shape unstoppably arise every day, however, the adaptability and resilience of dragonflies' wings have still maintained for a huge migration, and may humans be ready for a giant transformation as soon as possible. Who knows what if...?
Can anyone guess which season is in the poem?
With Upekkhā,
Phù Thi.