"Chinoiserie" by William Bruce Ellis RankenSome Truncated Quatrains by Bruce Wren The Society May 29, 2019 Culture, For Educators, Humor, Poetry, Poetry Forms 12 Comments A truncated quatrain is a form I have invented in an attempt to find some appropriate English form similar—for its brevity and single-mindedness in theme—to the Japanese haiku. They consist in four lines of iambic rhythm, following the scheme tetrameter, tetrameter, and pentameter. The last pentameter line is broken into two, with the caesura following the fifth, unaccentuated syllable. The rhyme scheme is a, a, b, a. Rebellion Once seven beetles in a row Decided to no longer tow _The line. Then one said: __“One, and two, and… GO!” On the Sea An orient moon ascends in might Astride the fading crimson light _While westward sails my __Wreckage toward the night. Τι ζητειτε οι; or What are You Searching For? (John 1:38) Good question! Wait. I’m thinking of Fair fortune’s crown, or life above, _Or ten more years, or… __Wait! I think it’s love. As the Years Go By My life grows loud with sighs and moans As on my ligaments and bones _A pyre arises __Of years as old as stones. Blessed are the meek Am I to be a famished beast To devour the world as if a feast _Laid at my feet, or __Humbly eat the least? On my 53rd Birthday 1. So now, you say, they’re fifty-three These years that have rolled over me? _Well, mix some whiskey __In my evening tea. 2. Like waves, I have felt fifty-three Cool years pile up on top of me: _I, Titanic, __Miles beneath the sea. Fr. Bruce Wren, born in 1962 in the small town of Cottonwood, Idaho, current serves as Chaplain of the Chicago Chapter of the Lumen Institute, Section Director to the Chicago Regnum Christi Men’s section, chaplain to the Catholic Professionals of Illinois, spiritual director for many religious and lay people, and helps regularly at several parishes in the Chicago Diocese. He also devotes regular time to the feminine congregations of the Missionaries of Charity, the Little Sisters of the Poor, and the Rosary Hill Dominican Sisters. He has published one book of poetry, “Fending off the Dragon Fire”, available at Amazon. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 12 Responses J. Simon Harris May 29, 2019 Very interesting verse form. I see a lot of potential in something like this. Thanks for showing it to us! And nice work, too! Reply Wren Bruce LC May 29, 2019 Thank you! Reply C.B. Anderson May 30, 2019 Bruce, nonce forms come and go, and you should probably come up with weightier material if you want this one to stick around. The experts tell us that haiku (a syllabic form) only works in Japanese, and that American haiku should not be expected to follow the 5-7-5 format. So where does that leave you? Wherever you want to be. Follow your star, and it will lead you to where you need to go. Since you have already gone to where you need to be, I will leave you with just a few critical comments: In “Rebellion” the last word in line 2 should be “toe,” not “tow.” To toe the line means to place one’s shoes in the position dictated by a higher authority. I don’t know what it would mean to tow a line, unless one were fishing from a moving powered boat. In “As the Years Go By” the pentameter line has too many syllables. Perhaps eliminating “Of” would help, but the idea is still rather vague. And what, pray tell, is a “pyre as old as stones?” As with everything, the art is in the detail. Reply Bruce E. Wren May 30, 2019 Mr. Anderson, Thank you for pointing out the error on “tow/toe”: that one slipped by me unawares. As for the indication concerning the extra syllable in the last line of “As the Years Go By”, I was aware of that, and I was quite sure someone would point it out. However, I stick to the principle that poetic form, though necessary and helpful, should not be a rigid straight-jacket, as the practice of so many of the old masters of classical poetry has shown time and time again. I do not believe it is necessary to give examples, as they are literally everywhere. “Pyre” was meant, of course, as a metaphorical trope. I had hoped this to be obviously polysemic, and that the reader would pull from the trope that which most “echoed” in him or her (perhaps the sense of our aging being at the same time like being burned but also growing cold as stones, or rather our years piling up being like piling old dead stones one by one into a big pile, etc.). I suppose each reader can say if this worked or failed. Finally, I was not hoping to imitate the Japanese haiku or its structure, since Japanese (I suppose – I don’t know it!) must be wildly different from English. I was simply looking for a short, terse form in English, with a classical accentual-syllabic structure. Reply Monty May 30, 2019 . . . but why bother inventing a ‘form’ if you’re gonna wantonly and unashamedly break the rules of that ‘form’? I don’t get it. Why would one invent a form, and then write a poem in that form which isn’t in that form? And when you say that you’ve found the practise of so many of the old masters “time and time again to be like a straight-jacket”; you should make it more clear that that’s just how YOU found them . . and not necessarily how others may find them. The straight-jacket’s in place for a reason; and any attempts to loosen it are normally made when one’s looking for a dose of convenience. C.B. Anderson May 30, 2019 OK, Bruce, points taken. Your point about metrical license is something that has always bothered me. How on earth did the notion of iambic meter ever become established if no one ever actually practiced it rigorously? I try to do so myself because I can; other great poets, such a Richard Wilbur and Anthony Hecht can and do. This has always led me to mistrust the classical masters whose work is uneven in this regard. If pure iambic is just an impossible ideal, then why talk about it at all? Robert Frost’s “loose iambic” irks me, though somehow he makes it work. I am no Robert Frost, so I find it a good idea to be strict in regard to form. The whole “pyre” thing, as you laid it out, seems over-complicated. I know that some stones are very very old, but I would view life as something more like a candle. A pyre brings to mind a king that is burned with all of his possessions, including his wives and concubines. So, even though I thought I knew what you were trying to do with this connection, I had to force it into a coherent image. I didn’t mean to say that you were trying to imitate haiku. And if you are looking for a terse form in English, the couplet is available to all. Something a little longer? Well, I guess you’ve done that. Wilbur Dee Case May 31, 2019 In two of my favourite Postmodernist poems, I think it is the metrical variety that is most interesting, as in Anthony Hecht’s iambic pentametre “Samuel Sewell” and Richard Wilbur’s “The Beautiful Changes”. Note how the slight metrical variations coincide neatly with the meaning in line 2, for example: “Samuel Sewall, in a world of wigs, Flouted opinion in his personal hair; For foppery he gave not any figs, But in his right and honor took the air…” Note the nice turns of phrase in the metrical variations of Wilbur’s opening stanza (which are followed approximately in his following stanzas): “One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies On water; it glides So from the walker, it turns Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.” Reply Wren Bruce LC June 1, 2019 Yes, I must agree. I believe it was Ezra Pound who once said: “Rhythm must have meaning”. Usually it is through metrical variation within a set, expected form, that gives it this meaning (analogically speaking, Mozart did this often with classical musical forms.) Nevertheless, I appreciate Mr Anderson’s humility in demanding of himself a rigorous application of strict iambic form. Perhaps we should be Frosts before permitting ourselves exceptions? Reply James Sale May 31, 2019 Really lovely work, Bruce and you are onto something with these truncated forms as an alternative to haiku. Personally, I have never rated haiku and regard it as inimical to real English poetry, partly because it cannot utilise the prime strength of the English language, namely, the iambic meter. That said, of course, there are always poets who something good with a form, however difficult the form is to wrestle with. But what you are doing reminds me of that great and forgotten American poet (from New York in fact) Adelaide Crapsey, whose Cinquain form is quite brilliant. Take, for example, her cinquain called Triad and see how the compresses just as powerfully as a haiku, BUT incorporate the iambic meter at the same time. The effect – as with some of your lines – is wonderful: TRIAD These be Three silent things: The falling snow…the hour Before the dawn…the mouth of one Just dead. Reply C.B. Anderson May 31, 2019 James, I don’t know how or where you found it, but that was one remarkable short poem. Reply Wren Bruce LC June 1, 2019 Thank you, Mr. Sale. Appreciation from a serious poet like yourself is authentic encouragement. I am quite critical of my own efforts, but I still do like a few of these quatrains that I submitted. Reply James Sale June 1, 2019 Yes, CB, Adelaide Crapsey is an American poet who has been seriously overlooked. She died young at 36 of tuberculosis, and her life story, like a true poet’s, is heroic. She invented the cinquain form, and crafted some wonderful pieces in this form, which, unlike the haiku, goes with the grain of the English language. She was deeply interested in metrics and I believe lectured on it. To say she was a major poet is perhaps to say too much, but certainly she wrote exquisitely and she opened up avenues for other poets with her creation – something I feel Bruce Wren is building on in creating forms aligned with the English language’s metrical structure: his On the Sea, for example, gets that iambic ‘feel’ within the structure. Check out: Complete Poems and Collected Letters of Adelaide Crapsey. I am almost certainly going to be performing from her work in Bryant Park for the SCP on the 17th June – this month! Love to see you there CB and any other SCP poet – and FYI Michael Maibach, James B Nicola, Theresa Rodriguez and Mark Stone are going to be with me. Reply Leave a Reply to James Sale Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.