an occasional ripple...
[writer, singer, actor, athlete, lyricist, composer, illustrator, lecturer, teacher, coach, news reporter, bus driver, lighthouse sweeper, lobster fisherman, house builder, house parent, construction worker, songwriter, guitarist, flautist, filmmaker, playwright, printer, publisher, director, producer, professor, feasibility adviser, paper boy, garbage man, salesman, life-counselor, camp-counselor, college dean, university executive vice-president, farmhand, and quite likely a few more]
“There are many wonderful haijin out there deftly presenting the case for haiku. I’m probably better suited as an observer; rather more like a student of the art than a lawyer for its defense [or prosecution.]”
“Anonymity [the closest we can get to invisibility] facilitates a wish/need to breathe-in each now-moment as fully liberated as possible... there is a serene freedom in solitude. It affords an extraordinary luxury to absorb life… wherein, sometimes, I might jot down a few ordinary notes.”
“To quote Ryokan [a favorite poet]:
“the nightingale’s song
brings me out of a dream:
the morning glows”
…then the very fine haijin ai li:
“quiet observation enables us to write truthfully”…
to which I can only add: "yes!""
His work appears in various publications, some of which are:
Across the Dark [pub: Celestial Arts]; Tearing Mind/Silent Streams [Sea Litho Press]; Dalhousie Gazette [Joseph Howe Award; archives]; Haiku Journal [2nd annual International Yuki Teikei Haiku Contest; Sumitomo Bank Award]; Cicada; Dragonfly; Poet; Lucidity; Quiet Storms [Michael Hoppe, Gaia Records]; The Yearning [Michael Hoppe; pub: Chordially Yours Music; Bainbridge Records]; The Dreamer [Michael Hoppe; pub: Chordially Yours Music; Bainbridge Records]; Requiem [Michael Hoppe; pub: Chordially Yours Music]; Today’s Beautiful Gem [e-mag]; Quotes That Leave A Mark [e-pub]; Jiyu-Katari [New Haiku Contest (awarded)]; The Hawaii Education Association International Haiku Contest [for: “humorous” (senryu); “Hawaii word”; “season word”]; Clouds Peak; TinyWords; The Vancouver Cherry Blossom Festival (2009); andrearazzauti.com; brettbrady.com; foggy autumn lake [B.Brady; A.Razzauti; M.Perez; pub:4evrsumr]; two eagles soaring [B.Brady; M. Hoppe; pub:4evrsumr]
Brett continues to live on the Big Island of Hawaii, where he raised his daughter.
foggy autumn lake...
an occasional ripple
to break the silence
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wind in the pages
by brett brady
wind in the pages
by brett brady
Published Dec 28, 2007
Genre: POETRY / General
implicit... succinct... pithy...
to-the-point though elegantly indirect...
curiously multi-layered, like life,
they invite ambiguity...
suggest the narrative and intuit truth...
they are haiku!
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 "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 "touch" is felt, 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. These little snippets-of-clarity are life-songs evocatively calling to be heard (and/or sung...again). Reconnect with the lost haunting refrains of your own "circus-hypnotica" and "trivia-mystique". Visit and revisit any one of these surprisingly familiar and enigmatically commonplace experiences... always gently inviting an old discovery to open into 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 fact substantially robust and resilient. They may seem elusive, yet 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 by proxy or inference; direct, brief, bare and blunt 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. If we learn how to look we may see… if how to see… we become visionary… if we are visionaries… well… so forth and so on –
that which is ... is enough ... focus wide ... be aware" -
"Haiku show us what we knew all the time, but did not know we knew; it shows us that we are poets in so far as we live at all"
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 nuturing nature 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 nor 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!
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an occasional ripple...