Hawai‘i Literature & Art
— Since 1978 —
Yeah, yeah, I know. I was the one who belly-ached about the pressure, about one week being not enough time to post a poem, but the poem I wrote was an exception. For one thing, I was itching to write about the green dress and the poem had been percolating in my mind for a…
she alleged, six or seven times, in her beautiful green dress. I was that green dress. Now, I am the ghost of that green dress. These days, I float ethereally from where the Ala Wai Inn stood and down John Ena Road near Fort DeRussy, where people— Mrs. George Goeas, Alice Araki, and Eugenio Batungbacal—…
This and that . . . .
Congratulations Bamboo Ridge Press! Congratulations Darrell, Eric, Wing, and Joy. This issue is a milestone and the hallmark of a great achievement on your part. Most of all, it is a testament of your hard work and perseverance over the years. You have helped countless of people in their writing and often at much personal…
Albert Saijo: from interlude to interlude
I haven't seen it yet . . . .
Am reading Never Let me Go by Ishiguro.
After MVT, there was the official launch at UH campus center.
Thank you all for your wonderful reception of my book, Anshuu. I could not be more grateful.
My write-up shows the steps I took in getting the students to write their own renshi. The process was simple:
1. playing a word association game like–river, rocks; rocks, roll; roll, cinammon and so on.
2. dividing the class into small groups of four or five;
3. writing my own poem and having the first writer in the groups take my last line to start their own poems;
4. reading their own poems;
5. pasting all of the poems, showing the sequence, and pasting the final scroll of poems on the board.