Haiku Society of America Renku Awards
			    in Memorial  of Bernard Lionel Einbond
			  
              
                
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                HSA Renku Awards for 2001
              
              Shinku 
        Fukuda, Eiko Yachimoto, and Fay Aoyagi
judges 
              
                Grand Prize
                
                  Winter Stars
                  Mark Brooks
                    Christopher Herold 
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                    Winter Stars
                    
                      winter stars 
                        the telescope eyepiece 
                        slightly warm 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      eggnog and rumballs 
                        ready
                        our wives call from the kitchen 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      a muezzin
                        ducks back inside 
                        the minaret 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      you stand in line 
                        for lotto tickets 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      stuck on the turnpike 
                        I watch the moon rise 
                        over an open field 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      motionless silhouette
                        of a stag 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      still uncertain 
                        the palsied Floridian 
                        dimples a ballot 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      pressure ridges surround 
                        the base of the volcano 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      then she unzips my fly
                        and slips in 
                        a downy feather 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      on their second date 
                        he proposes 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      major mergers
                        spawn a trading frenzy
                        at the closing bell 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      larger fish chase down 
                        baby orange platys 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      Los Angeles smog 
                        eclipsing the eclipsing
                        June moon 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      home run ball lost
                        in sprinkler mist 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      a whole platoon
                        of plastic soldiers 
                        raked from the sandbox 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      Night of the Living Dead 
                        on the late, late, late show 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      one limb only
                        of the withered cherry tree
                        rife with blossoms 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      near some cliff dwellings
                        an old pilgrim yawns 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      safe and dry
                        we pull down our kite
                        out of the rain 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      in a shift of wind
                        someone practicing tuba 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      the new guy
                        cleans out 
                        the elephants' cage 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      barnacles seal
                        the dingy trunk 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      a layer of frost
                        settles
                        into the woodpile 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      manuscript accepted
                        by the flames 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      now adorned
                        with a St. Jude medallion 
                        he rhymes again 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      the kids' smooch attempt 
                        becomes a fit of giggles 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      boat stuck
                        in the tunnel 
                        of love 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      muffled scraping
                        from the next cell 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      harvest moon and yet 
                        green pecans still tumble
                        down the roof 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      dusk so early, swallows 
                        no longer skim the pond 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      in the garden
                        dragonflies
                        are becoming attached 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      party streamers 
                        tied to a gate 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      with a flourish 
                        I brush on 
                        the ragged cloud 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      snowmelt ripples 
                        the driveway oil slick 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      petals drift
                        through the long arcs
                        of a swing 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                      what's a fit reward
                        for the best jumping frog? 
                      
                        
                          
                            
                              
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                Second Prize
                
                  Snowball Snow
                  Paul W. MacNeil
                    Ferris Gilli
                    Peggy Willis 
                    Lyles 
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                      Snowball Snow
                      
                        first light
                        the sidewalk to work 
                        passes snowball snow 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        shouts of laughter
                        from the hillside sledders 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        she adds
                        a dash of hot sauce 
                        to the bubbling soup 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        helicopter rotors
                        rev for takeoff 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        sudden swirl
                        of fallen leaves
                        in full moonlight 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        chrysanthemums
                        beside your door 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        the butler 
                        frightens tricky monsters 
                        with a real tarantula 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        Kahlil Gibran glares
                        from the book's cover 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        how many times 
                        have those dark eyes
                        spoken my name 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        a different tattoo 
                        for every man who seduced her 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        smoke 
                        rings
                        the sated lovers 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        another schnauzer
                        clearing the hoop 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        moonrise 
                        lengthens melon 
                        after melon 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        as the Dow drops 
                        the smell of sweat 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        a bar of soap 
                        thuds
                        on the shower-stall floor 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        barely a hiss
                        the sommelier pulls a cork 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        bouquets
                        of cherry blossoms
                        for Madame Butterfly 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        every mirror shows
                        the tomboy's spring formal 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        on their nest
                        a heron pair 
                        touches and bows 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        proposing with a new house
                        and a prenuptial contract 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        he lived
                        without me
                        after all 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        why did that masked stranger
                        leave a silver bullet? 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        eagerly
                        we drop our coins
                        into the gypsy's palm 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        refugees cross
                        a withered field 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        matted with ice
                        the Scottish cattle
                        stand to the storm 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        echoes of the battering ram
                        on the portcullis 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        his birth cry 
                        cuts through 
                        a daze of pain 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        behind a rusty dumpster
                        syringes 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        the moon's path 
                        leads straight to the yard
                        of an AA center 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        dried-out cockleburs
                        on the rabbi's sock 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        she shakes sawdust
                        from the prize ribbon
                        at the state fair 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        telling the phone solicitor
                        I'm not available 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        ecology
                        is an ancient science,
                        true or false? 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        atop the plastic float
                        a frog joins the chorus 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        brilliant blues
                        begin to climb
                        spires of lupine 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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                        beekeepers bait a hive
                        with honeycomb 
                        
                          
                            
                              
                                
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		The Haiku Society of America sposors this annual award for renku of 36, 20, or 12 stanzas. 
        See  the contest guidelines for the HSA Renku Awards. 
        For more information about the goals of this contest, download a copy of the HSA Renku Contest Committee Report (pdf) published in Frogpod XIII:2 (May 1990). 
        Awards by year: 
        | 2018 | 2017 | 2016 | 2014 | 2013 | 2012 | 2011 | 2010 | 2009 | 2008 | 2007 | 2006 | 2005 | 2004 | 2003 | 2002 | 2001 |
         
        2001 judges commentary: 
        Grand Prize - Winter Stars
        Responding to the hokku with the winter stars by describing the warmth of home, the wakiku shows us happiness in everyday life. The shift in No. 3 verse is excellent. The flow from No. 5 (moon) to No 6 (a stag) tightens the renku. All three moon verses deal with different situations. The moon eclipsed by the smog in Los Angeles is inventive. (Please remember that 'no moon' and 'the invisible moon' should be avoided in the moon verse.) 
        The first blossom verse is about withered cherry trees responding to the Living Dead in the previous verse. Skillfully, the poet focuses on a single branch with blossoms. The second blossom verse is picturesque and shows sensibilities often seen in Japanese-style renku. Are the first love verses (the ura 3 and 4) about a man falling into the trap of a prostitute? These verses about contemporary urban life are entertaining. However, the second love verses in the nagori-omote 8, 9, 10 are a little weak as love verses. The stronger love verses do not deal with children in love. 
        In the omote 4 and 5 and the ura 1 and 2, we see good shifting from the inside scene to the outside scene. The shifting and linking in the omote 5 and 6 is excellent, as well. The development in the nagori-omote 2 (tuba), 3 (elephant) and 4 (barnacles seal) is clever. The nagori-omote 5, 6 and 7 with the rejected manuscript in the middle demonstrates excellence in developing the flow. 
        Unfortunately, we don't see much variation in the nagori-omote 11 and 12 and the nagori-ura 1 and 2. The poets could have shown more movement here. Another flaw in this kasen, we must say, is there are too many animal verses (the omote 6, the ura 6, the nagori-omote 3, 4, 12, the nagori-ura 1, 6). It is better to have no more than one verse with a four-legged animal in the whole kasen. Also, too many outside verses in the middle are inhibitors of variation. In addition to the nagori-omote 8 (the kids' smooch) verse, there are several humorous verses. 
        The omote 4, ura 9 and 12, the nagori-omote 8 are superb examples of haikai. We can feel the kind eyes of the poets. The ageku with a frog is well done and evokes warm feelings. Some English-language renku have artificially long verses with forced three-line-breaks and occasionally even a short verse in 2 lines is too lengthy. In this winning renku, we don't see these shortfalls. The choice of words in this kasen is simple but powerful. Equally important is the pleasant rhythm and sound. We hope that many English-language poets will be inspired to write with relaxed and cheerful pens as shown in the winning renku. 
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        2001 judges commentary: 
        Second Prize - Snowball Snow
        Let us briefly comment on the second winner, Snowball Snow. The shift and development in the omote 2 and 3, the omote 5 through the ura 5 are skillful. Three round-figure images in a row in the ura 5, 6 and 7 are somewhat disappointing. The cherry blossom verse with Madam Butterfly in the ura 11 is unique and evocative. The response to the ura 12 is cheerful and clever. A pair of herons in the nagori-omote 1 is answered by the human marriage verse in the nagori-omote 2. Here, the poets show effectiveness by twisting the flow. A gypsy in the nagori-omote 5 and refugees in the nagori omote 6 are a little close, image-wise and a little inert, link-wise. 
        Too many dark verses appear in the nagori-omote 8 through 11. However, the development in the nagori-omote 1 through 4 is skillful. The second blossom verse could be about cherry blossoms as in the traditional-style Japanese renku. The ageku is excellent with a bright and hopeful tone. We see excellent linking rather than dramatic shifting in this kasen. We believe the readers can feel how much the poets enjoyed writing it. Compared with the non-winning entries, this kasen follows the renku rules diligently and is a very high-level, powerful work. We truly respect the poets in the U.S. who are beginning to establish their own world while they enjoy writing high quality renku. We all thank the poets who entered this contest. 
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        2001 judges additional commentary:        
        These comments were written by Shinku Fukuda in Japanese, reflecting comments from Eiko Yachimoto and Fay Aoyagi. The comments were translated into English by Fay Aoyagi.        
        Compared with 12 entries last year, there were 6 entries in the 2001 renku contest. This was rather disappointing. However, we are glad to point out that all the entries were full kasen. In Japan, renku contests only accept half-kasen (18 verses) due to the high volume (700) of the entries. We feel this is unfortunate because kasen is the jewel of renku. We admire the many poets who have made efforts to obtain a deeper knowledge of renku, have had more experience in writing it and are eager to explore this new world. 
        There are some important elements in kasen renku. There should be close responsiveness between the hokku (the first verse) and the wakiku (the second verse). The omote (#1-6) should be calm and cheerful. In the ura (#7-18) and the nagori-omote (#19-30), the poets should shift and develop verses with the feeling of 'ha' (breaking the rhythm). The kasen renku should contain the compulsory two blossom verses and three moon verses, as well as two sets of love verses. There should be unlimited variations in the materials and the flavor of linking. The topics can be on society and its subjects, human nature, humor and current events. In linking, the poets can find the strings from the previous verse by picking up the flow through the topics, the emotions, the scents, the sounds and the hierarchies. They can also leap. An ideal ageku (the last verse) should have a hopeful and cheerful tone. 
        To judge with the utmost fairness, each of the three judges first submitted his/her favorites with comments to the others. After thorough discussion, we reached our conclusion. The grand prize is awarded to Winter Stars and the second prize goes to Snowball Snow. Let us discuss why we selected Winter Stars as the winner. We use the terms omote, ura, nagori-omote and nagori-ura here because we believe that awareness of these four parts of the renku is important for best results.
         The poets seem to have written this kasen, Winter Stars, with relaxed pens, while keeping their eyes on American life-style and feelings. Basho used the term 'sejo-ninjo' (the feeling of the society and and its subjects). See the omote 3 and 4, the ura 1, 3, 7, 8, 9 and 12, the nagori-omote 7 and 8 and the nagori-ura 3. Each country has its own culture, customs, and human characteristics. We don't have to remind you that those elements of the society where the poets live are often reflected in the renku they write.        
        Lastly, we are so grateful for being given this opportunity to judge the contest and we enjoyed reading all the entries. 
        December, 2001 
        ~Shinku Fukuda, Eiko Yachimoto, Fay Aoyagi, Judges        
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        In October 2000, the Global Renku Symposium was held in Japan with Shinku Fukuda as a coordinator. The international renku panelists were William J. Higginson from the U.S., Ian Cordescu from Romania, Mr. Zu Yao-Ming from China and Ai Yazaki from Japan. To promote renku which we can share as a global treasure, we issued "Global Renku Tokyo Manifesto." For the poets who are interested in English-language renku, Shinku Fukuda wrote "Introduction to Global Renku". Please contact Shinku Fukuda to obtain this book: 
        Shinku Fukuda
          1-3-2 Kurihira
          Aso-ku, Kawasaki
          Kanagawa-ken 215-0031
          Japan
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