Ephemeron
A review of Isabella Mori’s ‘A Bagful of Haiku – 87 Imperfections’
At the beginning of her book A Bagful of Haiku – 87 Imperfections, author Isabella Mori reminds us, ‘… haiku are tiny, and they don’t last long.’
And, yet ‘this book, given to the moment’ of ephemera has continued to inspire me over the years until it has now become a familiar teacher and wise friend always at my elbow to nudge, ‘Hey, did you notice this turn of phrase, see how that idea occupies a contiguous space, the way this thought hangs on this one here….’
As a taste of her ‘imperfections,’ here are two bon mots:
she became extinct
that’s what she felt, after yet
another beating
and then again:
wait! you haven’t seen yet
what the sun can do! wait!
spring is almost here!
Somerset Maugham wrote, ‘Time, because it is so fleeting, time, because it is beyond recall, is the most precious of human goods and to squander it is the most delicate form of dissipation in which man can indulge.’
The ‘87 Imperfections’ presented here are anything but that and will probably last the reader a lifetime of attempting imperfections.
