
Volume
37.1
Winter Spring 2006
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book
review:
The
Silence Between Us: Selected Haiku of Wally Swist
by Wally Swist

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reviewed
by Bruce Ross
The Silence Between Us: Selected
Haiku of Wally Swist, edited by Randy Brooks
(Decatur, Ill: Brooks Books, 2005). 128 pages, 5
1/2½ x 8 1/2½, perfectbound. ISBN 1-929820-07-0.
$16.00 plus $2.50 postage from Brooks Books, 3720
N. Woodridge Dr., Decatur, IL 62526.
There is a Chinese saying (actually
found in a fortune cookie) that goes: Ultimately,
the world opens full of meaning before us. This
saying resonates with what especially appeals to
me in the haiku of Wally Swist, such as this:
deep bend of the brook
the kingfishers chatter
after its dive
Swist was and is an early great
master of a haiku formulated within sensitivity
to the reality of nonhuman nature in and of itself
and belongs, at his best, in that circle established
by John Wills, Charles Dickson, and Robert Spiess
in American haiku. After so many years this haiku
still speaks to me. Like the work of Wills, Dickson,
and Spiess, one knows on reading a Swist haiku like
this that this is not a poem mediated by literary
conventions of nature haiku, Japanese or not. This
is not an exercise in birds and flowers.
Here,as I wrote in Haiku Moment (xxxix),
is a representation of the poets fusion
with his nature subjects in what Bashô terms
being one with nature. Alluding
to Bashôs famous Go to the pine
to learn about pine, I cited Bashôs
disciple Dohôs interpretation enter
into the object, sharing its delicate lifeand feeling
(xxxix). Swist presents natural entities and natural
landscapes, those primarily in rural western Massachusetts,
through a Taoist appreciation of the liveliness
of the cosmic energy in all things [as in this wonderfully
alive kingfisher] and in a Zen Buddhist appreciation
of things just as they are in their
existential distinctness [Swist defines haiku in
his preface as discovering the epiphany in
the commonplace] (xxix).
Swists preface, The
Poetics of Walking, describes a kind of walking
meditation, what he calls psychic feng-shui,
in which he loses his ego and his will dissolves
into the divine will. Within this walking
is, for him, the center of haiku formulation: the
poetics of haiku
has always meant walking
out into nature and having the natural world move
through me. So Swist comes upon the deep part
of the brook where the kingfisher fishes and fuses
with the essence of the kingfishers exclamation.
He has produced what he has defined as a successful
haiku: the experience of an eternal
moment, the numinous found in Nature.
He gives his own narrative example of this process:
[W]hen I find the first starflower
of the season in early May, blooming, as always,
beside Canada mayflower, my eyes range up the
slope. And I see another and another. It is in
this opening of vision that the best haiku are
created.
His opening of vision
is suggestive of the world [that] opens full
of meaning, before us. Another New Englander,
Ralph Waldo Emerson, expressed it this way in the
Language section of his essay Nature:
Every object rightly seen, unlocks a new faculty
of the soul (Whicher 36). If Swist is in this
Emersonian mode of seeing and I think he
often ishis haiku often are revelations of
essence, his epiphany in the commonplace.
Many of his important haiku, such
as the one about the kingfisher, reflect nature
in some active, almost animistic, phase:
stopping in my steps:
a bird who seems to know me
calls from the pine
the farther into it,
the farther it moves away
spring mist
This bird seems to know him. The
mist seems to be playing a kind of tag with him.
An animist world? If these natural presentations
are to register in his walking meditation and be
discovered as, according to Emerson, a facet of
his own soul, perhaps these strange hints
from nature register the opening of the visionary
state Swist seeks for his haiku.
In other major haiku, a sense of
deep stillness predominates, often in a painterly
crafted scene that reminds me of Andrew Wyeths
paintings:
one broken pane
remaining in the shed
full moon
joe-pye weed
silhouetted in the sunset
the heat
deep twilight
the abandoned horse pasture
thick with buttercups
dawn mists rise . . .
the river bottom covered
with mud-caked stones
These haiku show the final stage
of Swists walking meditations. He has, in
Bashôs words, become one with nature.
The ego has dropped. Just what is there is shown,
but what is shown resonates deeper and deeper as
pure revelations.
Though this volume contains haiku
on relations with his wife, homelessness, hospitals,
and the like, by far the majority of the volumes
verses are of these quiet haiku. I think, also,
these quiet haiku will be his testament.
Works cited:
Ross, Bruce, editor. Haiku Moment:
An Anthology of Contemporary North American Haiku.
Boston, Rutland, Vt., and Tokyo: Charles E. Tuttle
Co., 1993.
Whicher, Stephen E., editor. Selections
from Ralph Waldo Emerson. Boston: Houghton Mifflin,
1960.
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