The gig also featured on BBC Radio 4's 'Quote Unquote' programme with the presenter announcing in standard English A skinhead when asked why he spat in the face of the Dean of Baliol College when leaving a show by punk band Dum Dum Dum said: "Just my way of saying goodnight and thanks for a nice evening"
Friday, June 24, 2011
"It's 1980 and even punk's nihilism is looking over optimistic" - Dum Dum Dum
The gig also featured on BBC Radio 4's 'Quote Unquote' programme with the presenter announcing in standard English A skinhead when asked why he spat in the face of the Dean of Baliol College when leaving a show by punk band Dum Dum Dum said: "Just my way of saying goodnight and thanks for a nice evening"
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Thursday, June 16, 2011
CURIOUS LOVE SPLASH - Paul Conneally 2005
curious love splash
world summit to bring you weapons
a big fan not just of peace
these women never die grubby
once upon a future true heroes
finding joy in the gathering
curious love splash
blood and conservation make a bright ballet
seasonal monotone delights
poetic train giving tourists new voice
hand in hand a biting of words
paul conneally
11th april 2005
this shreadline piece was originally entitled 'a biting of words''
it was created out of cut up headlines from 'culture'
a magazine funded by the uk arts councilgiven away with tyneside newspaper 'the journal'
the artist picked his copy up in the swallow hotel newcastle-upon-tyne
the tuesday after easter 2005
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
LifeCycle - Geoff Broadway - Transform Snibston
Was a real pleasure and inspiration to work alongside Geoff Broadway for Transform Snibston. Here is Geoff's installation 'LifeCycle' and in his own words an explanation of the piece from Geoff's own website:
LifeCycle from Geoff Broadway on Vimeo.
"LifeCycle is a multi-screen audio-visual installation that explores the themes of change and transformation as they are understood and experienced by a range of people who live and work in the Coalville area. It was launched at the historic Century Theatre within Snibston Discovery Museum, Coalville, on 14th May, 2011. It was commissioned as part of the Transform project, a major arts program developed to transform how Snibston can be understood and interpreted.
LifeCycle reflects an ongoing interest in interpreting and re-articulating everyday life using film, audio and installation. This piece is based upon my journeys through Coalville, recording conversations with the wide range of people I met and capturing visual impressions of people and place. It is based upon notions of transformation and change - I asked the people I met to share with me their thoughts on the things and values we need to recognise; what we should treasure and preserve; what needs to come to an end and be let go of; what can we put at the heart of our culture and our communities.
The video above is a screen-based version of the film used for the installation.
The installation consists of 5 back-projection screens, 5 data projectors, surround-sound system, and is controlled by 3 Mac-mini computers.
The LifeCycle commission was curated by Maurice Maguire and Carolyn Abel at part of the Transform project. Jointly commissioned artists were: Brendan Jackson, Paul Conneally, and Joanne Dacombe.
Thanks to Chris Plant AKA Colour Burst for his invaluable Quartz Programming for multi-computer syncing."
Geoff Broadway 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
The James Connection - A Series Of Mountain Sonnets Linked To 'Suggestions For Writing Haiku In English' by James W. Hackett
the james connection
 [1/23-8/21/03]
cindy tebo marlene mountain stephen addiss an'ya gary gach debra wooolard bender jennie townsend
nancy smith paul conneally carmen sterba francine porad gary blankenship
a series of mountain sonnets
linked to
 SUGGESTIONS FOR WRITING HAIKU IN ENGLISH
by
 James W. Hackett  1
 The present is the touchstone of the haiku experience, so
 always be aware of this present  moment.  'this present moment'
[1/22-3/24/03]
 my scrapbook of memories presently without a haiku
 on this gray day the next moment a repeat of the last one hundred
looking for my watch trusting its having been here somewhere once before
 meditation period that last grain slides through the sandglass
past as present present as present future as present
 shadows of the past hints of the future tint the present
forgetting the past i wander in mindless ecstasy
 jwh arrives in kamakura with a mean rice curry crave*
 just now the hiss of sugar dissolving in hot tea
 deep in thought exploring a mouth ulcer with my tongue
 still part of the problem old definitions and new
 making up an identity nicely packaged
 under the sagging christmas tree a slip of broken ribbon
 dear diary a brand new war started today
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*Sept. 10, 002, whf
  2
 Remember that nature is the province of haiku.
 (Carry a notebook for recording your haiku experiences.)  'nature'
[1/22-3/27/03]
 mother nature calling me in the middle of the woods without toilet paper
 a bigleaf maple shakes off rain my scratches run unreadable
 droplets inscribing spring on leaves silence of the birds
 in the dentist's chair my haiku notebook underneath the x-ray apron
 swallow calligraphy leaving no traces
 crossing weblets abandoned in dust between the panes
 the 'province of haiku' clueless i scan maps of france and canada
 shakah brah go straight to hawai'i and don't pass the parrots
 she touches everything song notes in the book margins
 heavy snow i put in an order for stinging nettle jeans
 what's nature an angler throws a rod into the creek in anger
 fishing fly 'it's not nice to fool mother nature' 
daddy long legs race the winner disappears
 end of winter birds at the feeder as if no time's past
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 Contemplate natural objects closely... unseen wonders will reveal themselves.  'unseen wonders'
[1/22-3/32/03]
 dead fly in the pitcher plant another drowning i couldn't stop
 beneath the wet lumber a gray slug grows towards spring
 young crippled smiling she panhandles rush-hour traffic back & forth
 leaky pipe the garter snake opens its soft mouth
 the homeless woman gazes at the postman
 forgotten leeks left in august to return for christmas
 nose to nose with the neighbor's dog i require stitches
 pressured into a mammogram one breast then the other reflates
 the gentlest of squirms this baby born at fifteen weeks
 the swing of a golfer caught in strobe alley
 mountains and caves on tv where is that long tall 'bin'
 no bison but a sketch of pictographs of old
 where beetles feast sap weeps from the pine's amber heart
 scent of gardenias a swarm of ants on pure white petals
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 Interpenetrate with nature. 
Allow subjects to express their life through you.
That art Thou. 'interpenetrate'
[3/26-5/1/03]
 carpenter bee hole perfectly round bores into my awareness
 wasps fooled by false spring paper the front porch
 the times falling open at the sports pages
 with hardly a cloud in luminous blue the sun in my heart
 a thunderstorm splatters through the screen full of the night
 paint tossed onto the canvas my random technique
 humidity seeps into my pours until the autumn wind blows
 that restless feeling what a relief the breaking storm
 pushed down the steps the sense knocked into me
 spring weather a squirrel's nest sags in the branches
 symbolically female an owl in the moonlight
 a fragrant breeze my step lightens
 the fishmonger's call across the marketplace beautiful flies
 scales iridescently flash off the blade
1dwb 2gb 3pc 4gg 5mm 6fp 7cs 8ns 9ct 10jt 11a 12cs 13pc 14dwb  5
 Reflect upon your notes of nature in solitude and quiet. Let
 these be the basis of your haiku poems.  'solitude'
[3/25-7/30/03]
 twirling bird feeder pine and camellia nod to each other
 deep into sunset when i'm without words the bobwhite
 soundscape without limit in the hackett garden
 homestead the whole of it spread before me at the gate
 just the other animals and me a beautiful dreary day
 throwing a rock from the cliff into mist waiting wait...
 the call of a ring neck beyond the traffic circle
 one hundred years happening right now
 i put my head under the bath-water just for the sound
 all's quiet this morning save our resident meadowlark
 alone after mother's day transplanting gifts of flowers
 footsteps echo final walk-through the empty house
 at the edge of the canyon i welcome nothing
 beached jellyfish becoming invisible
1fp 2ct 3gg 4jt 5mm 6mm 7gb 8sa 9pc 10a 11cs 12fp 13gb 14dwb  6
 Write about nature just as it is... be true to life!  'true to life'
[3/22-4/8/03]
 another storm leaky roofs and widow-makers
 the daylilies range and range from two to eight inches
 the old hound eating cat droppings
 in the apartment lease no pets allowed empty bird house
 backspace key until there's nothing left to erase
 woken by a dog fox at the trashcan
 first one child then they all flock around a fallen nest
 first pimples on the girl's smooth brow
 next to the station more cherry blossoms than people
 the heart-seizing beauty of night war in blue and green
 darn rainbows so quickly fading always fading
 end of winter ducks at the feeder no time passed
 ripples spring twilight fades from each one
 online problems i'd have written about dogwood leaves if not
1gb 2mm 3sa 4fp 5ct 6pc 7jt 8dwb 9cs 10ns 11a 12gg 13jt 14mm  7
 Choose each word very carefully.
Use words that clearly express what you feel. 'what you feel'
[3/31-4/22/03]
i don't give a shit and call it haiku to advance art a wee bit
 life and living exactly the same only different
 explosion in the field my mind drifts to the milkweed pod
 this silent tension of another day without any money
 where is that dancer with the perfect lead missing from the center?
 after destruction the healing of land body and soul comes slowly
 how the surgery and scars hurt more than my spreading cancer
 a one-legged marathon runner crosses the line
 2 blonde 4-year-old girls at the beach each echoes what the other says
 'oh! what a relief it is!' families of returned mia’s
 the wet clay turning on the kickwheel as a space opens
 again the first day of transmigration into an ant
 sixty the relentless morph into grandfather accelerates
 i wanted the iris to open yesterday a mind of its own
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 8
 Use verbs in the present tense.  'verbs in the present tense'
[4/7-7/8/03]
 write here is a flower unfolding in turbulent times
 if you're going to do it might as well do it now
 wanting to say ‘thank you’ but feeling too grateful to
 thorny rosebush the morning newspaper whose keeper you are
 give worry donate fret contribute
 become a part of the under layer of lilting leaves
 as i write the wind detaches blossoms and sends them to my doorstep
 drive to the art museum to view photographed constructions
 i mistake a broom and discarded poster for art
 the girl next-door arranges dandelions in a jar
 our conversation about the air we're in
 flight to mazatlan with loch lomond lyrics circling my brain   
 map of the mall i find the value of x in the e-x-it sign
 someone's sneakers still up there on the power line
1jt 2pc 3gg 4a 5sa 6ns 7cs 8dwb 9gb 10pc 11mm 12fp 13ct 14gg  9
 For added dimension choose words that suggest the season,
 location, or time of the day.  'seasonal words'
[4/22-7/30/03]
 before birdsongs the sound of the newspaper delivery boy
 eleven or twelve scallions bound tightly with a rubber band
 straw in the manger and strawflower bunches upside-down
 roses in summer autumn winter spring
 noonday sun rising cathedral window patterns on the wall
 the sun slants low and things aglow in its light begin to blush
 solstice uncoiling the garden hose a butterfly
 dewpoint the moistness of a snake on a rock
 my mother's birthday on june 21st
 the bewitching hour's downpour no place to go but up
 afternoon nap the centipede chooses the left nike
 my new loafers the puppy's chew toy
 man in the moon half full or half empty
 first nasu on my dinner plate
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 Use only common language.  'common language'
[5/1-7/1/03]
 the cat knows i know she knows i'm talking about her
 after she finds the "right word" the poet police take it away
 yellow snow the jogger's foot propped on a fire hydrant
 shit my shoe finds the neighbor's dog's
 come see mommy come see another wormfrogbuggrub wonder
 'swing lo sweet chariot' propane tanks floating down the river
 after she eats one of her young the neighbor's chicken spanked
 getting ready to leave the dog everywhere in my path
 rubs my ankle as she pads by
 muggy heat behind eyelids pinprick stars in a red sky
 june full moon bright commonwealth coyote howls
 dull day but a multitude of flies in the garbage
 curb stone words remind me to look right
 accompanying nasty face and universal gesture
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 Write in three lines which total approximately 17 syllables.
 Many haiku experiences can be well expressed in the
 Japanese line arrangement of 5, 7, 5 syllables - but not all.  'approximate 17 syllables'
[4/23-7/8/03]
 never to return the moth leaves my fingertip and flies through light rain
 with daisies to plant waking to rain and birdsong at the dark window
 cherry petals drift onto the potted fir tree visions of fairies
 another pair of jeans in my wardrobe become the wrong size
 my favorite shirt belly buttons missing ripped torn tossed
 out the train window wires on the telephone poles swooping like swallows
 no cow manure here a mound of earth with holes in spokewheel fashion
 promised land all the rainbow i need in every color iris
 last night's dream of youth trim uniforms and joining the military
 perpetuation of a bad myth i'll pass on the math
 mu mu mu mu mu begins the monk nantembo's favorite haiku
 a picturebook farm with ten cows my favorite foreign postage stamp
 seen from the freeway fish-shaped cloud descends into the lips of a hill
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 Avoid end rhyme in haiku. Read each verse aloud to make
 sure that it sounds natural.  'natural sound'
[5/5-7/30/03]
 sifting pollen ears of the marmalade cat twitch
 tiny soda pop bubbles dissipate i'm on the mend
 tick tick ticks all around us dropping to the forest floor
 hiss and clunks of a radiator as traffic goes by
 deep in wooded hills the town spring gurgles
 hammer saw and backhoe the city moves its edges
 buzzing right by me a hummingbird engine
 a bee foxglove in a the noise of
 her only quietude is at the laundromat
 raindrops cease the murmur of the river moves closer
 wind not in the willow not in the pine not in the cinnamon ferns
 independence day celebration rattles the trailer no sleep tonight
 creaking pines my bones ache too
 orange peel grins from grandma's mouth
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 Remember that lifefulness, not beauty, is the real quality of haiku.  'lifefulness'
[7/9-8/18/03]
 no portrait in the attic the dip and dive of swallows
 'bring 'em on' now that the 2-toned are abloom the ditch lilies
 kickboxing while holding hands school-age brothers
 4 fireflies in a mayonnaise jar the lights go out
 on canning day sour pickles in blue glass
listening to an operatic duet on the radio
 day camp the smallest boy practices his throws through lunch
 teen age bus boy counts his tip money for the third time
 check-out clerk stops to smell the woman's roses before he bags them
 the sound of bluebottles in the smell of a dead pigeon
 one wing broken a sparrow flutters across the parking lot
 the soldier swallows to think he might die here in iraq
 windchimes' occasional ping a bird's call a sunbeam's flicker on a leaf this peaceful day
 movie channel's ‘men in black’ ends with a peal of thunder
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 Never use obscure allusions: real haiku are intuitive, not
 abstract or intellectual.  'intuitive'
[7/14-8/14/03]
 that first splay-fingered touch a child in the autumn grass
 the front doorbell another replacement window salesman
 outside my kids and the blue angels screaming adrenaline rush
 overwhelmed as usual i stop to smell the roses
 on the restaurant table two yellow roses well almost roses
 on my feet black dog twitching dreams at the window misted greens
 french vanilla my moist tongue responds to the flavor
 summer afternoon the boys tell stories about someday
feet tangling in the creek we remember fireflies
 what's a made-up god know about sex anyway
 waxing moon thinking of birds the housecat yawns
 fifteen times more toxic than a rattler i release the black widow
 back to the earth worms from the tackle box
 westerly wind th'dust 'o bones o'them miners wha'found th'motherload
1jt 2pc 3fp 4a 5sa 6ns 7cs 8jt 9gb 10mm 11gg 12a 13ct 14dwb  15
 Don't overlook humour, but avoid mere wit.  'avoid mere wit'
[6/29-8/18/03]
 seen through the leaves a white-haired man dancing
 turning sixty now i understand my sister 'autumn'
 oh issa see how the fly doesn't wring its dirty hands
 single living my imac set to laugh at my mistakes
 in place of the daily haiku a text-message from the white house
 balancing my checkbook the surplus becomes a deficit
 figures adjusted to be in sync with the bank's
 in my empty wallet a fortune
 gold mulberry leaves lighten the turf my silk shell darkens
 enough sense to come in out of the rain tho i didn't want it
 grape stomp it feels good to be stained
 a tire swing not entirely empty length of frayed rope
 silent nun in watch repair shop present perfect
 dear god warmed by bedcovers in my morning prayer
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 Work on each poem until it suggests exactly what you want
 others to see and feel.  'work on each poem'
[7/9-8/13/03]
 chimes of iron chain clinking against flagpole across freeway
 frogs croaking soprano alto tenor and bass
 the telephone rings i start the second line yet again
 renga my inner child learning to take turns
 creased newspapers the tired faces of commuters
 the receding storm holds back dawn yet stars still dim
 summer storms the pain of sighs caught up in my ribcage
 oh dear the worked-on poem with a perfect worked-on look
 the peacock erects its feathers for zoo-goers
 57 years the a-bomb survivors still see the mushroom cloud
 august 6th us television explores volcanoes
 pele's tears i don't listen to his explanation
 a thousand words plus a photo of his latest wife
 changing clothes i've become another woman for my husband
1gg 2sa 3gb 4ns 5cs 6jt 7pc 8mm 9a 10cs 11ns 12ct 13fp 14dwb  17
 Remember that haiku is a finger pointing at the moon, and
 if the hand is bejewelled, we no longer see that to which it
 points.  'avoid excess decoration'
[7/10-8/21/03]
 july 10 it's yet another day of just being
 cooler under the trees now that the planting is done
 inspection over termites work clearing the yard of stumps
 the sadness in grandma's blue eyes summer evening
 his laughter our morning noon and night
 for her rescue private lynch thanks americans and iraqis
 pulled out of the lake into the boat the golden retriever
 window-washer i wave too
 since mom died not a thread in the sewing machine
 august sun a red tractor fades in the field
 sleeping all day she takes a nap at night tabby cat
 students back at summer's end book-bikes-buses block my driveway near suppertime
 a dandelion and two spent joints by the skate-park bench
 eleven dog days left 'til labor day fleas come indoors too
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 Honour your senses with awareness, and your Spirit with
 zazen or other centering meditation. The Zen-haiku mind
 should be like a clear mountain pond: reflective, not with
 thought, but of the moon and every flight beyond...  'reflection'
[7/10 -8/13/03]
 thunderstorms clear the pond muddy what goes around
 a closer look to note the bend of the willow
 in the spirit of lewis and clark our capsized canoe
 reeling as the geese fly over ripples in the lake
 market day i find my face in the eye of a huge sea-bream
 the cat walks away only broccoli in the shopping bag
 after all the greenery the long walk home
 is not the haiku mind of nature so knowing no 'shoulds'?
in the garden of my childhood a small tree to pray under
 pecks in watery grass while her kid plays with dandelions
 clover and bees and a yellow circle under the chin
 her letters lost among pictures of it's a small world
 carousel music the galaxy goes round and round
 fast afloat with the moon to infinity and beyond
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The James Connection was coordinated by paul conneally and marlene mountain for the marlene mountain section of the World Haiku Review which conneally was editor of at the time.
The mountain sonnet is a form developed by paul conneally with marlene mountain which uses mountain's one line haiku link form as a usually themed 14 line poem made up of 14 one line linked haiku.
Conneally asserts that marlene mountain is one of the most talented and influential haiku poets of the late 20th and early 21st century continually challenging readers to confront what haiku / haikai was is and might be.
Saturday, June 11, 2011
The Sound of Water - Thurmaston - Charnwood - Leicestershire
Conneally asks Jemma and Brenda, rather than himself, to appear on the radio and talk about the work. This mediation between artist and the work and the wider public through community and media extends the scope of the piece inviting and allowing further interpretation and insights and into the work than the artist could perhaps imagine.
The work led to a publication 'The Sound of Water' and is an example of how psychogeography / splacist approaches can work to explore areas and planning schemes. Here a Section 106 planning order where the builders are required to pay for public art is subverted from the nowm when Conneally and Bagley use the builder's money to work with a group that are against the building development.
Some of the poems from the action group are then incorporated into the estate as metal haiku benches made by sculptor Richard Thornton.
The work was supported by Charnwood Borough Council.
Freedom For A Song - Paul Conneally 2010
Freedom For A Song comes from INDIFFERENT, a series of prints, images and texts, by artist, poet and cultural forager Paul Conneally. INDIFFERENT emerges from cultural forages in and around Snibston Discovery Park and the villages that surround it. The forages form part of the process underpinning Spoil Heap Harvest a piece commissioned by Snibston as part of TRANSFORM.
INDIFFERENT sees Conneally juxtaposing the poetry of the playwright and poet Francis Beaumont, who was born in Thringston, North West Leicestershire, with not frottages but presages of plant and other materials, made on a cultural forage through the Snibston Colliery spoil heap, now a country park. The artist invites the viewer to seek for pictures within the presaged image in the same way that a psychologist might ask a patient to look for images in the famous Rorschach or Ink Blot Test. What can you see? You can report back to the artist what you feel the image to be by email: little.onion@ntlworld.com or by commenting on this page using the comment form.
Throughout Spoil Heap Harvest Conneally will make psychogeographic cultural forages through the wider footprint of the former Snibston colliery which is in Coalville, North West Leicestershire. The forages and interventions will be mediated by the poetry of William Wordsworth, Francis Beaumont and the paintings of John Constable. All three of these cultural giants deeply connected with the area in ways for the most part unknown by local and wider communities.
Wordsworth lived in the area, with his whole family, for a whole year and it was at Coleorton that he first read his completed masterpiece, The Prelude, to Coleridge. Constable, Sir Walter Scott and many other famous artists and writers clamoured to North West Leicestershire to stay with George Beaumont at his home Coleorton Hall, just down the road from Snibston. George Beaumont himself was the lead benefactor for the setting up the National Gallery in London.
Paul Conneally is cultural forager in residence at Snibston Discovery Museum as part of TRANSFORM SNIBSTON.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Sunday, June 05, 2011
Photographs of Haiku Jam at Derby Roundhouse Japan Earthquake Cultural Day
Saturday, June 04, 2011
Friday, June 03, 2011
Haiku Jam - Six Haiku by Alan Summers with Japanese Translations by Hidenori Hiruta
This is a phototograph of one of a limited edition series of six jars of haiku jam by artist poet Paul Conneally.
Each jar of haiku jam has a haiku by award winning haiku poet Alan Summers with a Japanese translation by Hidenori Hiruta published on it.
This Haiku Jam series has been produced for the Japan Earthquake Appeal and will be available at Japan Earthquake Japanese Cultural Day at Derby Roundhouse on the 5th June 2011 11 am to 4.30 pm
.Thursday, June 02, 2011
Ten Days of R&R in Japan
|    Haikumania War Crimes Project follows Ty Hadman from the Vietnam battle-zone to some leave in Japan with "Ten Days of R&R in Japan" presented in eight haiku. - Paul Conneally TEN DAYS OF R&R IN JAPAN 
 En route to Japan; Tokaido Station: She knows no English, One of about 20 girls who waited patiently for over 2 hours for me to finish my zazen meditation. As I sit in a full-lotus, Of me! The Zen master's Golden Pavilion: This is the same Zen temple as described in Yukio Mishima's world famous novel, The Temple of the Golden Pavillion. New Year's Eve Arms filled with gifts:  |   
All work is copyrighted by Ty Hadman and should not be reproduced without permission from the author.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Dong Ha Haiku
Dong Ha Haiku
As part of its War Crimes project haikumania presents Dong Ha Haiku by Ty Hadman. This piece was first published in 1982 by Smythe-Waithe Press in Kentfield, CA and remains a powerful piece of work - Paul Conneally
DONG HA HAIKU
  
 (Dong Ha was one of the poorest villages in  South Vietnam in the province of Quang Tri, just a few miles south of  the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) near the Cua Viet River where I was  stationed in the Marines with a rifle company from 2/29/68–4/3/69.)
this one last kiss 
       before I leave for the war 
             this winter
(Travis Air Force Base, CA 
  February 23, 1968)
dusk’s darkness deepens 
    along the lines the whispering 
        of tonight’s password
I’ve got the jitters . . .... 
 no sign of movement 
 except these fireflies
no enemy seen 
 but I get a good look 
 at myself
the first letter 
 from his girlfriend arrives 
 she says she’s pregnant
in the rear truck 
 of a long convoy 
 the dusty road
sugarcane fields 
 the beautiful countryside 
 swarming with snipers
concertina wire 
 a water buffalo 
 wiggles through
Concertina wire is a type of coiled barbed wire used to make it more difficult for the enemy to sneak across the lines.
sweeping the road 
 for antipersonnel mines 
 the sun gets hotter
rust colored water 
 not even enough 
 to bathe with
The scarcity of water was a permanent situation. Only commissioned officers were permitted to use water to bathe. The rest of us either had to go months on end without bathing or take our chances bathing in the shallow river where enemy snipers were often waiting. I came down with amoebic dysentery twice and was hospitalized on both occasions due to having to drink the filthy water. Medicinal plants have helped me a lot over the years, but I still suffer from colitis to this day.
  
 heavy casualties; 
 I don’t give a damn about 
 this moon tonight
survivors in small boats 
 looking for a new place to live 
 the war drags on and on
minute by minute 
 hour after hour 
 the days go by
filling sand bags in the hot sun 
 soul brothers singing 
 soul music
  
 Filling sand bags under a hot sun in high  humidity was a frequent activity. They were used mainly to build new  bunkers or fortify old ones. They were also used to hold down the tin  roofs of Quonset huts during the monsoons.
because of this war 
 I become close friends 
 with an American Indian
men 
 killing 
 men
it’s quite impossible 
 to kill all of them — 
 mosquitoes attack!
Many of the mosquitoes carried malaria and other nasty tropical diseases.
crickets stop chirping 
 I awake 
 with a start!
that fat rat just stares
inside the bunker 
 in the candlelight
my bayonet gleams
War is HELL! 
 Along the DMZ 
 not one flower
(Khe Sahn)
The DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) separated North Vietnam from South Vietnam. The area was an eerie sight like the cratered surface of the moon. All vegetation had been destroyed by the bombing and use of chemical defoliants.
peace symbol 
 and the word LOVE 
 on his helmet
village off limits 
 she’s glad 
 I came
Tet: 
 both armies 
 wet
Tet is the month of the Vietnamese New Year and Buddhist religious celebrations and observances according to the old agrarian lunar calendar. A time of strength and strong beliefs. The Viet Cong launched their bloodiest attacks and offensives during this time. I had the misfortune of having to experience two Tets. It also marks the short but intense rainy season and monsoons.
rain . . . 
 blood 
 & mud
rain soaked and cold 
 without moving an inch 
 I let the warm urine flow
sitting in a hole 
 wondering what the hell 
 am I doing here?
waiting in ambush . . . 
 our hands touch as he hands me 
 an extra grenade
returning to camp 
 with one less buddy 
 darkness deepens
suffering from battle fatigue, 
 the war came to an end 
 in a dream
dead bodies arrive 
 the soldier on duty 
 continues eating
Little kids yelling, 
 "You number One! Want boom-boom? 
 Want Coca-Cola?"
Boom-boom was the word they used for prostitute. They also offered bags of opium and marijuana. Absolutely nothing else except for bottles of Coke. It seems these are the three things you can find just about anywhere you go in the world even in places of extreme poverty where food and water are not available.
  
 my 21st birthday 
 oh how I’ve aged 
 this past year
(February 9, 1969)
dawn 
 only ONE man 
 dead
waiting for a flight out 
 I watch several new men arrive 
 and a tear appears
Written on my last day in Vietnam while waiting on the airstrip.
the crying boy 
 just can’t understand why 
 I broke his toy machine gun
I’m now back in the United States again.
Memorial Day service — 
 a young man prays hard 
 handless
shaking his cup 
 of coins with vehemence 
 the crippled vet
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MARINE BOOT CAMP HAIKU - Ty Hadman
A presentation of Ty Hadman's work as part of the haikumania War Crimes Project we present "Marine Boot Camp Haiku". This piece gives us a real feeling of the often brutal Boot Camp culture that even now prevails in armies around the world. - Paul Conneally
MARINE BOOT CAMP HAIKU
Ty Hadman
     Taking the oath; 
      "I promise to serve GOD 
      and my country."
  
      standing on a set 
      of yellow painted footprints 
      there’s no turning back
     These footprints were to indicate where the new draftees and recruits had to stand in line while 
      waiting to get our heads shaved.
  
      our hair is gone 
      in a matter of minutes 
      we look like pathetic monks
  
      on a bus to the barracks 
      no one is allowed to speak 
      a single word
  
      second week of training 
      the damn D.I. nicknames me 
      "Scarecrow!"
  
      D.I. stands for Drill Instructor.
  
      an exhausting day 
      the man beaten up badly 
      stifles sobs after taps
Taps refers to the time of rest, after "lights out!" Sometimes a sad bugle is played.
  
      lights on at 4 a.m. 
      the last man out of bed 
      gets a boot in the butt
  
      chow hall 
      four minutes 
      for breakfast
  
      A chow hall is a military cafeteria.
  
      120 men 
      take a piss in 42 seconds 
      "two seconds too slow ladies!"
  
      standing at attention 
      hour after hour in the heat 
      no one moves an inch
  
      today we were allowed 
      to smoke just one cigarette 
      everyone is miserable
  
      daytime 
      worse than the worst 
      nightmare
  
      parade grounds 
      our heels thundering in unison 
      music to the D.I.’s ears
The parade grounds is the place where military marches and inspections are held.
  
      pugil stick drill:
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
     Pugil sticks are used in training men to fight with a bayonet attached to the front end of a rifle in 
      hand-to-hand combat.
  
      climbing up the rope 
      by the time I reach the top 
      my penis is hard
  
      twice today I was called 
      a slimy dick cock sucking 
      son-of-a-bitch of a bastard!
  
      standing guard duty 
      the D.I. hiding inside 
      the dipsty-dumpster
  
      the D.I. just waiting 
      for me to make a mistake 
      his sadistic eyes
  
      "Scarecrow! Stand up 
      with your arms straight out 
      until I say you can move"
  
      have an upset stomach, 
      complain, get punched in the gut, 
      then puke my guts out
  
      fourth week on the rifle range 
      I ain’t gettin’ Maggie’s drawers 
      no more
  
      Maggie’s drawers is the name of the flag that is waved when the marksman completely 
      misses the target.
  
      qualifying with the M-14 
      my eye and the bull’s-eye 
      become one
  
      The M-14 is a military rifle. The M-16 was mostly used in Vietnam, but a few soldiers 
      preferred the heavier, but more accurate M-14.
  
      Final Inspection: 
      the fly on my nose refuses 
      to leave me alone
  
      Graduation Day: 
      for the very first time the D.I. 
      calls us Marines
  
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