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Life in general: Let's write Haikus!

From Laurie Niles
Posted October 24, 2004 at 04:41 AM

A friend forwarded these Haikus to me. They were written by a clarinetist with poetic inclinations, and yes, they spoke to me! They also gave me an idea...let's write Haikus!

Haiku is a Japanese verse form of three unrhymed lines. The first line has five syllables, the second line has seven syllables, and the third line has five syllables.

So here are a few to get you thinking:


Squeaking and squawking

All eyes roll to the heavens

The clarinet speaks

=====================


The jam session starts

Somebody calls "Giant Steps"

Cold fear grips my brain

=====================

Here's the girl singer

Stepping to the microphone

Pitch, time, all gone now

=====================

Gig is going well

Some one requests "In the Mood"

I look at my watch

=====================

Gorgeous chick tells me

"You sound just like Kenny G"

My ego shatters

=====================

Three-eight, eleven-eight

Damn you, Andrew Lloyd Webber

Five-eight, seven-eight

=====================

The woodwind doubler

Practicing the piccolo

Frustration defined

=====================

Pit orchestra gig

Days and nights become as one

I have no damn life

=====================

Bad intonation

Strings are sharp and reeds are flat

Brass, too loud again

=====================

An oxymoron:

"He plays the accordion

With delicacy"

=====================

Bassoons forever

Try in vain not to sound like

A farting bedpost

=====================

The strings slowly tune

When they're done, the unison

Is anything but

=====================

"I can't find my note"

Bemoans the confused singer

"Quit now," we all pray

=====================


That plate of hors d'oeuvres

Cost more than we're getting paid

Think we underbid?

=====================

God bless Trust Fund gigs

Only have to eat Ramen

For a few more weeks

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 24, 2004 at 08:51 AM
Greetings,
one characteristic of haiku apart from the number of syllables is thta you have to include a seasonal word. This might not be so obvious in the English verison if you are not Japanese.

So a veyr poor translation from Japanese of my favorite:
The mask that I bought,
Very large eye holes,
Autumn festival.

Men wo kotte,
okii me no ana
aki matsuri

The mask traditionally worn at the autumn festival is a skull. The point being that even though on e is having a good time winter (or death) is coming soon.


One of the most famous for rather nefarious reasons is:
You only live twice,
Once when you are born,
And once when you die.

No prizes for guessing the movie...

So instead of a season word, howabout a string word?

the fiddle I got,
was sounding really super
but my g string broke

Cheers,
Buri

From Emily Grossman
Posted on October 24, 2004 at 10:26 AM
Playing Danse Macabre
Think I'll be a witch this year
Halloween madness
From Tommy Atkinson
Posted on October 24, 2004 at 02:53 PM
This one is for before we started requesting people to post reasons for their favorites....

The best recording?
It's Heifetz. No reason why.
This thread is boring.

From Cynthia He
Posted on October 24, 2004 at 10:03 PM
I love practicing
Until I see in the score
The fingered octaves
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 24, 2004 at 11:52 PM
Mattias Ekland
has stolen all my prunes
master of the runs
From Julie Elman
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 12:29 AM
My fingers rebel
As I scan the black ovals
Sing, violin, sing!
From Sue Donim
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 12:41 AM
Teacher haiku:

I'm in school today.
Twenty minute group lessons.
Tuned up? Lesson ends.

From Tommy Atkinson
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 12:40 AM
Fingers, play in tune
Just this once; do it for me,
Or I'll chop you off!
From Sue Donim
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 12:46 AM
And one for me:

Finzi Introit blues
Squeals too high to stay in tune
My harmonic hell

From Jake Laband
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 12:47 AM
Hours of practice
My Fingers bleed from sharp strings
Violin Hickey
From Alan Wittert
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 03:01 AM
Least talent -- most cash?
Andre Rieu, skill adieu...
Vanessa Mae win.
From Emil Chudnovsky
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 03:16 AM
Harold Schoenberg once wrote a column in praise of a sort of "poetry" which involved:
1) First line involving a two-part nonsense word, both parts tri-syllabic
2) A mention of a real, famous person in the second line
3) A polysyllabic single-word penultimate line
4) A sense of humor

Thus, he wrote:
"Rickety-rackety
Boulez and Stockhausen,
Serial exponents,
Know all the tricks.
Opium tone-rows they
Inhale with joyousness
Dodecaphonically
Getting their kicks."

From june rhee
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 03:31 AM
another teacher haiku.

student's recital
i hope i taught them something
what is a b flat?

From Phil Kurian
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 03:52 AM
A few little passages to describe the life of an adult beginning the violin.
---------------
Bad intonation!
I think I'll stick to guitar
Thank goodness for frets
---------------
Ernst F sharp minor,
Concerto I'll never play
I, the late starter.
---------------
Practicing Sevcik
The bane of my existance
Someone kill me please
---------------
Lousy repetoire.
I want to play Tchaikovsky!
Not nursery rhymes!
---------------
"I SAID LEGATO!"
Shouts the violin teacher
"PLAY IT PROPERLY!"
---------------
I call this opus
"Woes of the Adult starter"
Give me sympathy.
---------------
From Phil Kurian
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 03:54 AM
oops... sorry Laurie, I didn't realise I plagiarised the first line of one of your poems!
From Karin Evensta
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 04:09 AM
Another adult beginner....

No time to practice
Too many teenage dramas
Blown concentration


I pay attention
take notes, ready to focus
the day ends, oh well

School - the kids are gone
Morning solitude, what joy
My violin sings

From Laurie Niles
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 04:27 AM
No problem, actually I can't take credit for any of those. They came from that poetic clarinetist!
From Timothy James Dimacali
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 06:34 AM


While on stage, my Strad
Fell from my fingers and crashed!
It became toothpicks.


The smallest viol
That the world has ever seen:
A Stradivirus

From Timothy James Dimacali
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 06:34 AM
Sorry for such corny contributions, hahaha! I hope someone enjoys them, nonetheless :-P
From Laurie Niles
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 02:42 PM
Corny is what this thread is about! Unless, of course, someone comes up with a serious work of poetry.
From One-Sim Lam
Posted on October 25, 2004 at 10:09 PM
I've decided to do a prune haiku:

Prunes can be eaten like that
Prunes can be turned juice
Prunes are used by violinists!

:D

One-Sim

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 12:04 AM
Greetings,
Laurie, that gets a metaphorical demerit. These are all -serious- works of poetry. (It`s just the perpetrators who seem to have a few mental problems...)
Cheers,
Buri
From Inge S
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 03:13 AM
This room practice that room practice
cacaphony sandwich poor neighbours!

To mute or not to mute?
My delight or theirs?
Fuzz-buzz sound or shrill joy?

Gotta practise, when to practise? Day time night time what time right time? Now!

Oops, the 17 syllables are there but not in the right order.

From Jude Ziliak
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 03:39 AM
Buri,
I could well be mistaken, but I was under the impression that haiku only had to contain intimations of or references to seasons, not necessarily actual seasonal words. Is that wrong? Perhaps I got that idea because the class I took in which we read a lot of haiku (especially Basho) was all translations, but it does seem that overt references to seasons aren't mandatory.
From Phil Kurian
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 04:20 AM
Enough Haiku, here's a prune limerick.

There once was a man who ate prunes
Which seriously affected his tunes
Whilst playing the harp
His flats became sharp
So now he's just playing the spoons

From Laurie Niles
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 05:26 AM
You are all artists
Deep, intellectual sorts
Write me more poems

Just fill up my board
With poems to make me laugh
I'll give you all stars

Or fill up my board
With poems to make me cry
I'll give you stars, too!

From Laurie Niles
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 05:36 AM
I'm all out of stars
I'm so lost with out them, I
know it was wrong, pre-

tending I'd give them...
I'm all out of stars, I can't
give without them, I...

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 05:39 AM
Greetings,
Laurie is in a black hole,


The center of a prune.
Cheers,
Buri

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 05:40 AM
Greetings,
that@s right Jude. My reference to seasonal words meant what you said. I just can`t rite ziss engrish stuff no more,
Cheers,
Buri
From Wanda Jenkins
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 01:50 PM
Fall night, needing sleep
Words shifting drifting through head
Crazy Haiku thoughts.

New instrument stand
Walnut, made with loving hands
Cradles violin.

Musical notes soar
Flowing through the crisp clear days
Autumn arias.


Tree sheds ruby leaves
burying green grass. Sad notes
drift through window pane.

Cherished violin
Purchased with time, labor, skill
Tangible love gift.

Ramblings, Wanda

From One-Sim Lam
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 06:25 PM
Talking of seasons, I love Keats' poem "Ode to Autumn"

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness!
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run;
To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'erbrimmed their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep,
Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers;
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cider-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, -
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing, and now with treble soft
The redbreast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

I also like this haiku because it's so cleveryly done:

Children are always
gentle flowers growing wild
nurture them softly

From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 10:04 PM
Last time I touched it
'twas scented with vermouth, no
rosin to curb Fall.

---

Been up to my glass
in Cage, Eliot, Klee--
fermata capsules.

---

No bones in these tunes,
just some gut-racking synapse
and no cider at all.

---

You are the tonic
I revisit each autumn;
too quiet in here.

---

If you were the third
would you feel inferior
to that bright red C?

---

I've been gone on air,
on dull sepia chants, for
many autumns. Cheers...

---

I've lost my scales, childs,
so deep in this labyrinth,
many dismal sounds.

---

Staccato leaves crunch,
ochres clatter on the ash,
how 'bout some Glenn Gould?

---

Would it be too crass
to shout "polyphonic jerk"
at that hill's quilt-face?

---

"Poetry is verb,"
says cummings. I don't believe
in a single noun.

From Sue Donim
Posted on October 26, 2004 at 08:21 PM
Laurie, is this poetry in moderation?
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 01:13 AM
Greetings,
its poetry 101. We should debate de merits and de demerits of dis stuff,
Cheers,
Buri
From Sue Donim
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 01:34 AM
ROFL
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 01:51 AM
I'm always down for critique.

The haiku which caught my attention are: the one that referenced Kenny G, all of Phil Kurian's, Sue's tuning/lesson over, and of course all the prune inuendos and the silly ones (though I always go for the narrative first).

If anyone is interested--many people don't realize they can enjamb lines in haiku and tweak the form, rather than end each line with a clause. Why limit oneself so rigidly, especially given the translated formula which does not make as much sense in our language perhaps?

Furthermore I know of many American haiku-writers who do not follow the traditional syllabic prescription, and their work is still considered haiku.

To me a haiku is not about syllables, but about conveying a brief flash of reality. To me a good haiku should feel like a brushstroke, a gesture that sketches a moment with rustic sensitivity. But what do I know, not much really, only that I am running out of shampoo.

Oh...wanted to ask Laurie or anyone, why does Emil get his name highlighted? I mean we all know he's a rockstar...

Best to all,
k

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 02:03 AM
Greetings,
I think it`s so I don`t mispell it and he accidently gets addressed as Email,
Cheers,
Buri
From Sue Donim
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 02:21 AM
Kismet, close your can
Of worms, and get thee to the
Moderation thread.
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 02:33 AM
Where O where might this
thread be, its location's a
complete mystery.
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 02:55 AM
Greetings,
a-tisket a -tasket,
it will make you a basket.
Buri
From Sue Donim
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 02:53 AM
Touche, my dear! Lol.
On yonder diss board, ye scroll
Down a little more

And ye shall find thread:
V.com Moderation
System. Fare thee well!

From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 03:24 AM
Dear girl, do you mean
the thread called moderation
system, which has been

left undisturbed since
yesterday? If so, why do
I want to be there...

From Jude Ziliak
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 03:30 AM
Kismet talks of a flash of reality:

Which reality
Where asks the brahmin's son, in
Or around the cloud?

(What happens when you
Write haiku on v.com
After reading Hesse)

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 03:41 AM
Greetings,
an excess of Hesse
makes a helluva mess,
Cheers,
Buri
From Laurie Niles
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 04:38 AM
My stars, such lovely thoughts, friends.
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 05:07 AM
Lovely haiku, Jude...

I had a Buddhist contribution, but deleted it...'twas a bit too over-the-top in my typical fashion. And given my fever and delirium, well, I just won't be held responsible for what might've been said.

btw do you say Hesse with one syllable or two?

ciao,
k

From Owen Sutter
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 06:22 AM
i say it with one personally. but then i say "buri" with one as well, so take that for what its worth.
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 06:50 AM
Greetings,
I throw up on one syllable.
Cheers,
buri
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 02:01 PM
Owen is a founding member of the Committee Against Vowels.
From Jude Ziliak
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 03:22 PM
From Jude Ziliak
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 03:19 PM
Hmm, Hesse is probably 2 syllables really, but that haiku decided it should be one for metrical purposes. Could someone who actually knows German comment on that?
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 03:34 PM
It's two syllables; just wondering whether you were of the "Hess" or of the "Hessuh" school. ;)
From Owen Sutter
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 05:27 PM
i say H-S
no vowels for me.
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 06:20 PM
Owen "the Snake" Sutter.
From Owen Sutter
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 07:47 PM
lol,
to get an idea of how i say buri. drink a fifth of whisky and try to say bury. watch out for drool.
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 08:30 PM
What a lovely image that conjures...thank you. I know all about the whiskey slur. I was runner-up in the annual Slur-Off back in Hornell, NY, where I grew up.
From Tristan Selke
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 09:16 PM
Posted about a bazillion times on the net but meh...


Willard Espy -
"I ku; you ku; he,
She, or it ku; we ku; you
Ku; they ku. Thanku"

From Sue Donim
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 11:20 PM
I Kun, personally. And Buri, if you throw up on one syllable, I'd hate to see what you do on one prune.
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 11:34 PM
Greetings,
Owen, I believe you have reduced me to a French cheese,
Cheers,
Br
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 27, 2004 at 11:52 PM
If one had to be reduced, not a bad choice...
From Owen Sutter
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 12:55 AM
reduced?
From Emily Grossman
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 02:44 AM
mmm, brie.
From Laurie Niles
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 04:47 AM
State your answer in the form of a poem, please. This is a poetry thread. Ahem.
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 05:55 AM
Greetings,

I believe you have reduced me to a French cheese,
If one had to be reduced, not a bad choice...
reduced?
mmm, brie.

Laurie, what could be more poetic than this collective effort?
Cheers,
Buri

From Emily Grossman
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 06:30 AM
mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, brie,
and it's good with crackers, too...
...something about fall.
From Kismet Al-Hussaini
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 01:12 PM
Brie with warm apples
plus a fine glass of merlot
ensure rosy cheeks.

---

Here's a fresh baguette
for the brie in the oven.
Merdre, where's that beret...

---

Tonight we're watching
'Jean de Florette'; we've got some
good brie and good wine.

---

Something about a
soft white wheel and sun-filled grapes
that makes death easy.

From Mike Harris
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 05:42 PM
All well and good, but--
"Death and Transfiguration:"
what makes THAT easy?
From Jeff Lim
Posted on October 28, 2004 at 06:35 PM
fingers are not cold
the sweet scent of hot rosin
a bead of sweat rolls

the slivers of light
the specks floating around
breathing slows and stills

behind closed eyelids
images dancing, swirling
heat rises again

notes on paper lines
fading in and out always
just a little more

the phone rings and dies
images swirling, fading
light shifts and moves, gone

eyes open now stare
dogs bark leaves are blown away
hammers on rooftops

fingers are not cold
the stench of freshly cut grass
the sweetness is gone

From Sue Donim
Posted on October 29, 2004 at 12:30 AM
Oooh, hats off to Jeff and Kismet for some good stuff! Lovely-jubbly, as we say here in Britain, in our best non-rhyming slang.
From Jeff Lim
Posted on October 29, 2004 at 07:36 AM
thanks — Means a lot coming from someone wearing the "A" ;P
From Celeste Valdez
Posted on November 4, 2004 at 03:25 PM
i don't write haikus, i only write poems...is that okay?...then what am i doing here?!
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on November 4, 2004 at 11:56 PM
Greetings,
Beats me,
have some tea,
Buriiiii
From Oliver Steiner
Posted on November 5, 2004 at 09:15 PM
Time moving forward
Never to return
Used for Haiku writing
Stolen from practicing
Violinists Repent!
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on November 5, 2004 at 09:40 PM
Greetings,

what could be finer,
than a pungent three-liner,
from Oliver Steiner?

Cheers,
Buri

From Sue Donim
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 01:40 AM
Bach in G minor?
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 02:36 AM
%$# in a diner?
From Owen Sutter
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 03:04 AM
slapping a shriner?
From Sue Donim
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 03:17 AM
To play Eine Kleine?
From Stephen Brivati
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 03:20 AM
again?
From Sue Donim
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 03:22 AM
A Little More Night Music?
From Carl Fulbrook
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 07:43 AM
Depends how you use it.

Carl.

From Stephen Brivati
Posted on November 6, 2004 at 12:36 PM
As the saying goes:
'know your enema."

Cheers,
Buri

From Jim W. Miller
Posted on January 23, 2005 at 11:05 PM
resurrecting thread
Lisa made me look for it
hey make up some more
From Jude Ziliak
Posted on January 24, 2005 at 05:26 AM
As a side note, if anyone is really in to haiku on atypical topics, look for the two sets of haiku on economics that my father has published in the journal, Rethinking Marxism.
From Jim W. Miller
Posted on January 24, 2005 at 06:50 AM
hey capitalist
maybe haiku will make you
rethink marxism
From Jim W. Miller
Posted on January 24, 2005 at 10:32 PM
Call the F.B.I.
SUBJECT: commie haiku book
AUTHOR: Ziliak

~~~

That strong, steely sound
Mullova is a goddess
I think I love her

From Elizabeth Benedict
Posted on January 24, 2005 at 11:02 PM
Listening to Bach
They make it sound so easy
Why can't I do that?

*******

While practicing, I
start to think of more haikus;
and lose my focus

*******

Shosty concerto
1 is amazing; I'll shoot
all who don't agree

*******

My shoulders are sore
Could be six hours of practice
What was I thinking?

*******

Mathis der Mahler
streaming through my earphones like
a colorful dream

From clinton rebello
Posted on January 25, 2005 at 01:14 AM
i'm a booger eatin' maniac
From clinton rebello
Posted on January 25, 2005 at 01:15 AM
;ljipj'pj'pihj'pihn'ihknknm m. ,jhkg gilhgliygiyyhiuy9liuyo97i
From Sue Donim
Posted on January 25, 2005 at 01:25 AM
Hell personified:
Filing my tax return to
My mom's flute practice
From Jim W. Miller
Posted on January 31, 2005 at 02:44 AM
I think this came to me in a dream.

Your vibrato's sharp.
Hmmm. Your finger is crooked.
See you next week Jim.

From Geigerin leben
Posted on January 31, 2005 at 03:12 AM
I fund a fairy on stage,
he played Beethoven...
I am in love

it is not measured well...but i like it!!

From Inna Langerman
Posted on January 31, 2005 at 03:35 AM
the OR game is long
Whoever started it's cool
it will never end :p
From Geigerin leben
Posted on January 31, 2005 at 05:56 AM
I love Gil Shaham
His Beethoven is the best
I want to hug him!

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