23.03.16
Haiku-Pupil im Tageblatt Ochtrup
Zu Gast im Tageblatt Ochtrup bin ich heute, und freue mich. Denn Martin Fahlbusch hat ausführlich berichtet:
18.03.16
"blauer Himmel" in vielen Sprachen
blauer Himmel –
diese Wolke
ist mein
blue sky—
this cloud
is mine
spéir ghorm –
is liomsa
an scamall seo
blae lift –
this clud
belangs tae me
blaue Himel –
diä Wulche
isch miär
ciel bleu –
ce nuage
est le mien
Vilya luine -
fanya sina
ninya ná
fᴂger lyft -
Þis wolcen
is min
Tschiel blau -
quel nivel
è il mes
Cielo azul -
esta nube
es mia
Cielo azzurro -
questa nuvola
è la mia
שמיים כחולים ־
הענן הזה
הוא שלי
chamayim kaholim
ha aanan hase
hu sheli
blaua Hümmi –
de Woik’n
is meine
där blaue Himmä –
de Wolke da
is meine
cer albastru -
norul acesta
e al meu
hic nimbus
in caelo caeruleo
meus est
'eng SuD
chalDaq
vlghaj
బ్లూ స్కై
ఈ క్లౌడ్
నా ఉంది
Голубое небо
это облако
мое
olympos benetos
tauta nephelê
emê estin
Blauor hemml -
diehse vollge
iss meenä
blå himmel
den molnet
tillhör mig
blu' n Heven
de Wulk
hört mi
blaua Himme
de Woikn
is mei
blaua Himmel
die Wolk doo
das iss maini
Deutsch, Englisch: Ralf Bröker
błękitne niebo –
ta chmura
jest moja
Deutsch, Englisch: Ralf Bröker
Scots: John McDonald
Irisch: Gabriel Rosenstock
Schweizerdeutsch: Diana Michel-Erne
Französisch/Elbenlatein/Altenglisch/Rumantsch Grischun/Spanisch/Italienisch/Hebräisch: Valeria Barouch
Österreichisch: Sonja Raab
Mansfeldisch: Ramona Linke
Rumänisch: Ioana Dinescu
Latein/Klingonisch/Telugu/Russisch/Griechisch/Leibzschor Schnahbl: Heinz Schneemann
Schwedisch/Holsteiner Platt: Hildegard Dohrendorf
Bayerisch: Kle Mens
Saarländisch: Eva Limbach
Polnisch: Grazyna Werner
Polnisch: Grazyna Werner
aus: Kreischen der Kreide/the screech of chalk, red moon press, 2016
http://www.redmoonpress.com/catalog/product_info.php?cPath=32&products_id=216
19.02.16
Back to work ...
Roberta Beary, die große amerikanische Haibun- und Haiku-Autorin, schreibt: "Ralf Brökers Debüt-Sammlung von Haiku und Tanka Kreischen der Kreide/the screech of chalk nimmt den Leser mit auf eine lyrische Reise durch die universellen Wahrheiten des Alltags. Gleichzeitig beleuchtet das Buch mit seinen Kurzgedichten die technikgetriebene Entfremdung in der modernen Familie. Ein talentierter Dichter, der in Deutsch und Englisch schreibt. Wir haben darüber hinaus das Glück, dass Bröker seine ursprünglich deutschsprachigen Haiku und Tanka für diese geballte und dabei starke Ausgaben selbst ins Englische übertragen hat."
“Ralf Bröker’s debut haiku and tanka collection Kreischen der Kreide / the screech of chalk takes the reader on a poetic journey that traverses the universal truths of everyday life. At the same time this book of small poems highlights the technology-driven alienation in the modern family. A gifted poet who writes both in German and English, we are fortunate to have Bröker’s own English translations of his original German haiku and tanka in this concise yet powerful volume.” — Roberta Beary
Online Order (international): Red Moon Press
Mail Order (Germany): me
und in der Buchhandlung Steffers, Ochtrup
“Ralf Bröker’s debut haiku and tanka collection Kreischen der Kreide / the screech of chalk takes the reader on a poetic journey that traverses the universal truths of everyday life. At the same time this book of small poems highlights the technology-driven alienation in the modern family. A gifted poet who writes both in German and English, we are fortunate to have Bröker’s own English translations of his original German haiku and tanka in this concise yet powerful volume.” — Roberta Beary
Online Order (international): Red Moon Press
Mail Order (Germany): me
und in der Buchhandlung Steffers, Ochtrup
08.09.14
c l o s e d
"Haiku has become the hiking song melody of my life. It helps me watch
the world and it carries my mindfulness. Haiku gives me pencil, paper,
and words to notice my here and now. It enables me to deal with my past
and to be curious about the future. In rare moments my haiku are more
than I am; it allows other people to get to know me a bit. Of course, I
don’t see and can’t find my way most of the day. But I am not afraid: I
hope to be a whistling haiku pupil for the rest of my life."
from: Blogging Along Tobacco Road
from: Blogging Along Tobacco Road
03.07.13
Haiku From German Tongues and Other Updates ...
Sorry for not posting here this long time. I have been busy with the German Haiku Society's jubilee, the relaunch of Haiku From German Tongues and a new blog called VerSuch.
At the moment I try to make up my mind how to continue publishing my own work. Is it better to note every single publication? Shall I combine German and English work?
I must admit: difficult decision ...
At the moment I try to make up my mind how to continue publishing my own work. Is it better to note every single publication? Shall I combine German and English work?
I must admit: difficult decision ...
14.12.12
POCK
the
windshield saves
from the insect
from the insect
between
the muses pine smooches pine
note
alt tab swoodoo alt tab
Out
Courageously, the needle finds her way through the skin. Reaches finally this black spot under the fingernail. Pushing now the hurting something slowly toward the fingertip.
It could be a small rose prickle. Or a tiny piece of splinter. Whatever! It came out. And she is tucked into the drapes again.
Ascension Day
Mom spits
into her handkerchief
walking the Royal
Mile
with eyes
on my now
with eyes
on my now
alumni reunion
the storks' nest
empty
the storks' nest
empty
somewhere in the
mist
a dog barks
at me
a dog barks
at me
our bedroom
the red light
booms into
the red light
booms into
sweetheart's moans
after Pilates lesson
a glass of birch sap
after Pilates lesson
a glass of birch sap
Easter walk
grasping an idea
and stumbling
grasping an idea
and stumbling
Saturday renku senryu
flea market morning
heaven provides
support
heaven provides
support
leaned on his walking stick
he talks with a neighbor
R. B./Gillena Cox, TT
the eye I see
tolls red tolls red
to hell
tolls red tolls red
to hell
so hot today
but the apple
I picked
Assumption Day
jet fighters landI picked
Assumption Day
at the fairground
my thoughts
wander into the white
of a wall
election day
my shadow meditates
outside the cave
International Kukai, 5-8 2012
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