This short poetic genre originally seemed to me to be an outlet for the acknowledgement of the small moments in life; those that have the greatest impact, but often go unnoticed. Now that I have gained experience with them, not only through personal writing practice, but through a wide readership of other authors, I have come to see them as so much more. Not only are haiku a venue for reflective thought and sentiment, but they are also able to provide a format for the evocation of mood, scene, and emotion.
Though many of these haiku originated from self-contemplative thought, since my first collective attempt, they have grown to acknowledge more than this self-centered limitation. By reading and learning from the masters and with carefully guided teaching and observation, I have come to accept the small part of the individual in the beauty of the larger world. The greatest haiku truly are those that are whole in themselves and their place, those avoiding the expression of the pretentious and analytical nature we often cannot escape. -Katherine B. Steimann
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Reader's Favorite
My favorite haiku by Katie is one that I think stand out in many people's minds when looking back on our Kukai over the semester. That haiku is:
Notre Dame cathedral
the whispers
of atheists
I remember when I first read this haiku I was absolutely swept away. I thought it was truly amazing how she could take something so vast and so awesome and condense that image into such a small form. I think this haiku is one of Katie's more powerful haiku. I love how even the atheists are in awe of the beauty of Notre Dame cathedral and find themselves whispering. I just absolutely love this!
Throughout the semester, Katie has inspired me with her work. This is just one of the examples of how inspiring her work can be. Her work is so visual, so powerful. She pulls from many facets of her life when writing her haiku. I used Katie as a mentor this past semester so that I could become a better writer of haiku. She is a very talented writer and I am so proud that she was my haiku buddy. Regan Bledsaw |