Thursday, November 4, 2021

Pearl Pirie : Coronovirus Haiku: Worker’s Writers School, edited by Mark Nowak

Coronovirus Haiku: Workers Writers School, edited by Mark Nowak
s Writers School, 2021





It relatively rare for a workshop group to make a trade collection (Ottawas Ruby Tuesday has one underway) but many poets have published Corona-19 poems. It may be the first Corona-19 haiku collections? How did it happen? The 19 page introduction to how this collection came into being is fascinating and has a good reading list of writers to explore. 

This workshop group who met at PEN had been learning about haikus wider traditions for months. An enviable assortment of teachers and texts were presented to this workshop group of 13 essential workers. Barbara Smith of the Black feminist womens cooperative Kitchen Table Press spoke to the group. Fred Moten and Stefano Harney, and Hiroshima Sato who focus radical tradition of haiku on sex, labour, irreverence and politics. They studied poets of Japanese internment, and Black Arts movement poets Sonia Sanchez and Amiri Baraka, as well as writings by Diane di Prima, Shiki, Evie Shockley, Langston Hughes. It is haiku that is gritty and real not preoccupied with season words and moods emulating and translating mainstream Japanese culture. They learned what is so small and immediate, that you can write in seconds, you can revise for years.

Then shutdown happened. Know te last thing they did as an in-person group when they learned of an outbreak of something called the Coronavirus? That nights 10-minute exercise: coronavirus has 5 syllables and haiku sometimes has 5 syllables as first or last line.

As a focus on continuing on zoom the Workers Writers School explored haiku to the nth degree, discussing the form, the shutdown’s effect and their poems and making this project

Some stuck syllabic form and others moved to the core idea of haiku as 3-line detonation of image and energy”.

Lets talk bout freedom

while celery juice digests

and ginger tea cools


by Alando McIntyre (p. 26)

Class is under the lens They speak what is immediate and pointed.

23% blacks in the workplace 

Need to sur for advancement

Enjoy falls yellows, ambers, orange


by Kelebohile Nkhereanye 

Bias alert #1: I love books of poetry that come from worker communities. (For example, Road Trip River Voices: Canada Liminal by Lynne Pearl).

Bias alert #2: Because I have been schooled against syllabic interpretations of haiku and toward haiku that are ideally closer to 9 syllables with a sonnet-like pivot and an arm-length list of constraints (concrete words, no gerunds, sparing or no adjectives, suspense in line breaks, no first person pronouns, a core emotion, with surprise or insight, no sentences, not one idea but juxtaposing two, use a season word that it not the seasons name, no capitalization, numbers written out in letters, no explicit metaphors or similes nor rythme, no personification,  universal” “standard” language and spelling, no judgement, no self, a sense of empty space within the poem, an allusion to other poems, no naming feelings only describing as a fictive neutral objective self, and etc ad infinitum). What doesnt make the bar get relegated to lyric shorts or keep working until it is a tanka. Are we policing a form, a craft, tone or a class?

Cho! Evry-badi

under house arrest because

of covid!


by Alando McIntyre (p. 26)

It is hard to prop open the brain to see a different path of haiku.
  To do so is healthy.

This anthology is haiku taken as a direct experience, witnessing, social conscience, as immediacy of living. It comes from the 1960s Black Civil Rights, anti-nuclear anti-corporate fight for human dignity and respect. As such it is refreshing. For example,

Afraid to go out

Cannot let anyone know me

Please hide me


by Thomas Barzey (p. 85)


Black hooded white man

Waiting late night for an Uber

Cops left him alone


by Estabon Chimilio (p. 51)


empty taxi cabs

cruising along avenues

with bankrupt drivers


by Davidson Garrett (p. 40)


Much of what published poetry shows is not proportional or inclusive of population. Even self-declared working class born often have a BA and MA, or end up as retirees of middle and upper class. That risks confirmation bias of how the world is. 

These are poems by local New Yorkers, born there or immigrants, but working people: a cashier, taxi drivers, a daycare worker, a nanny, housekeeper, an spoken word artist and actor, a street food vender.  Their vision, their attention is what marks the poems. These are not moping over birds and moon, like so many haiku that give that genre its cliché.

the cashier looks numb

scanning items lie frozen goods

hot days beg for you


by Paloma Zapata (p.73)


Made 4 bucks an hour

Spent 60 on groceries

Will eat til Im sick


by Seth Goldman (p79)


One participant sent 200 poems to consider. One person got Corona and recovered. Many reference street life and the threat which is the police and white people.

sorry youre frightened

when will you apologize

for Jim/Karens laws


by Lorraine Garnett (p. 66)


What a difference a day makes

Someone sang that song

Now I’m singing it!


by Doreen McGill (p. 49)

One of the paths of haiku is seeing what is, telling what is in this moment: 

hawk-knitted caps, Mark Kay, DKNY
            etched in hoodies, daisy dukes.

            Pigeons in formation shit on broken leaves.

Christine Lewis (p. 38)

It leaves the implication and interpretation to the reader, as satisfying poetry often does.

Most of these poems are urban haiku (which is an existing sub-genre) and many are unafraid to be funny or hopeful. Some are gritty but not poverty tourism as they are reporting their daily, which can have food insecurity, job insecurity, police and gun violence. These peots observe concretely, you might say.

dismal season. then

I am reminded seeds sprout

from cracks in concrete


Christine Lewis. (p. 35)






Pearl Pirie was editor of short precision, issue 19 of Guest: Journal of Guest Editors (Sept 2021). New chapbook: rain’s small gestures (Get it from Apt 9 Press, 2021) is minimalist poems.  Mudflaps for short dogs (Trainwreck Press, July 2021) is surreal, concrete and machine poetry. pearlpiriepoet at Patreon and Instagram.

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