Renku (連句, "linked verses"), or haikai no renga (俳諧の連歌, "comic linked verse"), is a Japanese form of popular collaborative linked verse poetry. It is a development of the older Japanese poetic tradition of ushin renga, or orthodox collaborative linked verse. At renku gatherings participating poets take turns providing alternating verses of 17 and 14 morae. Initially haikai no renga distinguished itself through vulgarity and coarseness of wit, before growing into a legitimate artistic tradition, and eventually giving birth to the haiku form of Japanese poetry. The term renku gained currency after 1904, when Kyoshi Takahama started to use it.
The oldest known collection of haikai linked verse appears in the first imperial anthology of renga, the Tsukubashu (1356-57).
Traditional renga was a group activity in which each participant displayed his wit by spontaneously composing a verse in response to the verse that came before; the more interesting the relationship between the two verses the more impressive the poet’s ability. The links between verses could range from vulgar to artistic, but as renga was taken up by skilled poets and developed into a set form, the vulgarity of its early days came to be ignored.
It always turns me on to see
The way you look at me
With your eyes that dance on the pale white moon
Would you even think about leaving so soon?
And there she hits you within your eye
You know all is lost and about to die
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile
And talks for a while with that
Fateful severed spiteful boy
Deep away in the heart of joy
Talks like crazy, talks to the sea
Sea is what you see in me
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night
Set sails for the future head on into the night
You give yourself the red carpet grave
The last of the lost was hereby saved
With the serpent tongue and a hot plated heart
She turned back to the story from the start
And there she goes all dressed in style
All is won within all that dies
Then she turns her head with a beautiful smile
And talks for a while with that
Deadly severed spiteful tongue
Sweep away the heart with songs
Run like crazy, run to the sea
Sea is what you see in me
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night
Set sails for the future head on into the night
A rose dressed in thorns
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot
A rose dressed in thorns
A black kingdom between mountains of lust
Yet your touch is just a feeble plot
Kick up a fire and watch them explode
Track to the city filth that lies below
When I'm with you the streets are fields where flowers grow
You look pretty in every stitch you're in, I'm a little boy
I'm in love with you in ways they'll never try
Set sails for the future head on into the night