4evrsumr
a moment of fidelity and perpetual agreement
wind in the pages
[haiku]
paperback and hardcover
408 pages
author's edition: 4evrsumr
bcb@flex.com
There are 371 of these gemlike "offerings"; each shining in a shadowy stir-of-silences. Given ample space (one page/one haiku), every "poem" is a pebble casually tossed into a still-pond of the reader's memory... embrace the event, as a personal pronouncement, and you are instantly plop't-in and swoop't-up... refreshingly freed to follow, and fully consider, wherever the ripples might carry!
They aren't sectioned-off into seasonal groupings nor partitioned into elements-of-kind, such as metals or stone or wood or fire etc. Unadorned; unpretentious; quietly presented, these small subtle epiphanies are weightless and seem to come and go from out of nowhere.
Unsuspectingly soothing (or even slightly healing), as if by magic, though more by nature, each "now-moment" will inexplicably materialize in a sudden clearburst of enlightenment and understanding... and, once the "touching" is complete, just as mysteriously wink-out or softly fade and disappear... all in a sort of musical ebb-and-flow of “emotional” rhythms.
Read this book at a single sitting or try a lifetime of picking indiscriminately at random among the sundry bits-and-pieces leisurely resting at-large throughout. Each little snippet-of-truth is a life-song evocatively calling to be heard (and/or sung [again]). Reconnect, as you choose, with the lost haunting refrains of your own circus-hypnotica and trivia-mystique.
Visit and revisit any one of these 371 surprisingly familiar and enigmatically commonplace experiences... always gently opening an old discovery to some new exploration.
Awaken to a sweet absorbing allure of something unexpectedly authentic.
Breathe.
haiku notes (life-songs)
Haiku slips beneath our immediate consciousness and plants a moment of fidelity and perpetual agreement… with an eternal integral truth about something quite ordinary, they tender, through delicacy and nuance, an extraordinarily unanimous harmony with everything.
Haiku [and senryu] are miniature “poems” that give expression in simple language to fleeting moments of heightened awareness. They suggest rather than narrate. They can appear fragile, but are in truth substantially robust and resilient. They may seem elusive, but there is an ever-present constant: an irrepressible hint-of-something-other which remains doggedly attentive, quietly subtle, and infinitely far-ranging...
...meditative-nuance...
It seems haiku as a “poetic-composition” is better considered a visual art than a verbal one. Profound-in-essence; intuitive-in-truth, these are (or should be) benchmarks for every haiku: more literal than literary; sensuous and visceral as opposed to intellectual and academic…
...touch first, think later...
Haiku is a simple clear-eyed compositional meditative state, and a way of life which needs no distracting bejeweled finger pointing to the moon, in order to better see the moon (to borrow and twist a famous metaphor.) Inspiration is everywhere; always available; totally accessible! A little reach and there it is.
we become visionary… if we are visionaries…
-brett brady
it shows us that we are poets in so far as we live at all" -r.h. blyth
wind in the pages: haiku
[text excerpt]
"The blue in the sky; the deep of an ocean; the temporary-permanence of a cloud-shape... from the endlessly vast vacuum of outer space and the profoundly still silence of the inner-mind, to the minuscule jittery-twitchings of an ant's antennae, it is, after all, the immediacy of the moment that gives us a deeper sense of life.
The character of every experience can be seen in all manner of manifestations, particularly if we allow room for our own to evolve and grow.
A willingness to embrace this awareness enhances and highlights our abilities to perceive, appreciate, and flesh-out our own uniquely distinctive surroundings in remarkable ways, ways in which we might not have otherwise permitted or considered.
To penetrate beyond the walls of our insular selves and fully explore the world as it is, invigorated, invites us to collaborate in its artistry... as we will have learned how to poignantly feel an infinite truth resonating in a single flash of intuitive insight.
There is no such thing as a "second time" experience. And this is haiku! "
-brett brady
11 haiku
(from: wind in the pages)
two eagles soaring...
[a "meditative-nuance": 14 min 22 sec]
witten & narrated by: Brett Brady
music by: Micheal Hoppe
(c)2007
a trail
where a star fell
still glows
[1m 17s - pg 370]
near the end
then the beginning...
wind in the pages
[1m 9s - pg 371]
foggy autumn lake...
an occasional ripple
to break the silence
[0m 54s - pg 12]
dead leaves...
one by one they go
like butterflies
[1m 54s - pg 19]
sundrops
dripping from the lip
of a lilac
[1m 12s - pg 225]
cool evening...
the faint scent of rain
and woodsmoke
[1m 17s - pg 62]
orchestra faintly...
the moonlight on her shoulder
never forgotten
[1m 2s - pg 162]
thru stained glass
ever deepening colors -
slow dusk
[1m 17s - pg 157]
darkwine sea...
our last day slipping
into silence
[1m 31s - pg 60]
low rolling thunder...
the thought of a butterfly
from out of nowhere
[0m 54s - pg 198]
two eagles soaring...
on crossing a cloudfaced moon
one changes her course
[1m 29s - pg 218]
the 14min 22sec CD: 11 haiku (from wind in the pages) two eagles soaring [a "meditative-nuance" narrated by brett brady/music by micheal hoppe] included with purchase
[write to: bcb@flex.com requesting a complimentary (yes...free) copy of the CD]