hosts: Vidya Shankar & Shalini Pattabiraman
A Thursday Feature.
poet of the month: Matthew Caretti
26 December 2024
Matthew Caretti
Matthew has been influenced in equal parts by his study of German language and literature, by the approach of the Beat writers, by his travels and his Zen monastic training. After leaving the Seo-un Hermitage, Matthew engaged in a pilgrimage through South Asia before returning to Africa, where he had lived and worked as a Peace Corps Volunteer. He served as Principal at Amitofo Care Centre, an orphanage and school for five hundred children in Malawi, and as director of the same NGO’s centre in Lesotho. Matthew now teaches English and leads a simple life in Pago Pago, American Samoa. His collections include Harvesting Stones (2017, winner of the Snapshot Press eChapbook Award), Africa, Buddha (2022, Red Moon Press) and Ukulele Drift: Poems from a Small Island (2023, Red Moon Press). His prose and poems appear regularly in Frogpond, Modern Haiku, contemporary haibun online, Hedgerow, Cattails, Tiny Moments and several other journals. He is the recipient of a 2024 Touchstone Award for his haibun ‘Deep Water Port’.
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We wrap up this month with two more of Matthew's exquisite haibun.
Talitiga
Not quite sea sick
but knowing what might come
I spend the hours between land
in a hard bunk quiet.
hitching a ride
Save for the screws
that remind with their thrum
of the wavelengths in between
placid old ports.
on the fuel ship
Its name implies
a bold response to misfortune
to knowing the rest of the world
but abiding here.
porthole moon
cho, December 2024
Malawi Orphanage
The children bow and chant and exercise and breakfast. Then the day. The weekend. Open. Free. The way of their ancestors.
chiChewa
the warmth of
morning maize
The quiet day into a quiet night. An occasional burst of song from the nearby village. From the road to Zomba.
night bus
how speed
bends sound
I wake before the rest. Stretch. Feel the Sunday world come to life.
vipassana
birdsong enters
the side doors
Twilight lengthens. No electricity to speed it along. The deep of the dry season. Of rivers reduced to a trickle.
load sharing
candle stubs prop up
each new flame
Light comes of its own accord. No switch to turn. Only to watch from the porch. To know this moment. This little chore.
darning socks
the sudden whole
of the sun
NOTES:
“ChiChewa” is the official language of Malawi.
“Vipassana” is the Pali term for insight meditation.
“Load sharing” is the term used to describe the process of rolling blackouts in Malawi.
Modern Haiku 49.1, Winter-Spring 2018
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VS: We notice some recurrent themes in your haibun, like the references to the sea and everything about it which, I assume, is the influence of your geographical and cultural background. What advice would you give to someone whose work is rooted in their culture yet want to give it that universal appeal?
MC: The sea has certainly become a motif in my poems since I moved to a seaside shack in American Samoa in 2021. Likewise, when I’d just come out of the monastery, my African work explored themes like the transient nature of things and altruism. But I eventually returned to teaching in Malaysia and then came the pandemic, so pieces became grounded in that culture, literature and some deep introspection born of isolation. Likewise, when I return home to Pennsylvania, I am seeing a place at once with new eyes and caught up in old memories. All that is to note that geography and the culture(s) associated with it have had and continue to have a profound effect on my work, yet at the heart of it all, I hope, is the human condition. Our yearning for love and to be loved, for kindness, for understanding and, ultimately, to share and to learn. To find our collective way to a life well lived.
VS: About your haibun we have featured all through this month, what would you want us, at THG, to take away from them?
MC: Each reader will take something different—shreds of a rainbow among old lava peaks, something to ponder about man’s connection to nature, glimpses of island love and the joys of living here, a bit of the melancholy associated with loss and, in the end, how we might persevere. That’s the beauty of this form. There is space enough for the reader in each piece. Gates will appear. Invitations. The decision then is whether and how to enter.
Prompt for members:
"Gates will appear. Invitations. The decision then is whether and how to enter."
What does this statement mean to you especially as we move into the new year a week from now? Retrospection? Prediction? A new year resolution? Let's read through Matthew's answer to the final question once again for inspiration.
Haibun outside this prompt can also be posted!
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26/12/2024
Feedback welcome 🙏🏻
Doors
Is this a day for doing something crazy or just something normal?
first page
the same old crime
and such
I was never one for the frivolities of life, but over time, the definition of "frivolous" has shifted. Now, sitting quietly in the park, reading a book by my favourite author, feels frivolous—a guilty pleasure.
winter breeze
the rabbit disappears
in the shadows
Gauri Dixit, India
Thank you for sharing these exquisite haibun by Matthew. I love how haiku are interwoven in between short prose made up of fragments in Malawi Orphanage.
It is an interesting prompt, just right for this time of the year.