Do not claim,
June 30, 2009 at 6:24 pm | Posted in antihaiku, memoirs, sheer selfindulgence | 25 CommentsTags: calibans whiskers, outrageous moustachios
Do not claim to be a musician
in other people’s eyes
nor insert rhyme nor reason
if you cannot improvise
the way the surf breaks now and then,
between ocean and sunrise.
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gingatao 
that is a capital ‘I’ alright, maybe i better write some smaller ones down here,
Comment by Paul— June 30, 2009 #
That is a very dramatic I. Quite right too.
Comment by Narnie— June 30, 2009 #
I have softened it now, Narnie, a few subtle changes and it becomes too much like an 80’s pop song, dilemma dilemma.
Comment by Paul— June 30, 2009 #
I’m curious now. What in the world in an antihaiku?
Hello again. An antihaiku is the opposite of a haiku. Instead of stillness and contemplation like a pond, it represents motion, change, like a wave. If you push the tag above the poem, where it says ‘antihaiku’, you can see other examples and more about it.
Comment by chittz— June 30, 2009 #
agreed….
Comment by shraddha— June 30, 2009 #
reads nice, sounds nice, i like the rhyme,
Comment by Utopian Fragments— June 30, 2009 #
jesus, paul, you just breathe this shit, don’t you? goddamn!
Comment by jason— July 1, 2009 #
like a parable for creative aim, an awesome image of the horizon breaking surf, important, beautifully done en pointe
Comment by tipota— July 1, 2009 #
Good afternoon Paul~ Love those last two lines. You’ve certainly got rhythm to spare. Well done. Have a great day.
Comment by Michelle Johnson— July 1, 2009 #
Fantastic. Love the quote too.
Comment by cocoyea— July 1, 2009 #
You’re right, this one does have an outrageous mustache.
Comment by art predator— July 1, 2009 #
Short, profound and sweet. Jason is right, you BREATHE it!
Comment by Maxine Clarke— July 1, 2009 #
Elegant… pulls me in like the tide.
Comment by gnunn— July 1, 2009 #
Flows beautifully, Paul, like inspired improvisation. 🙂
Comment by Thomma Lyn— July 1, 2009 #
LOVE THIS. You managed to say so much with so little. You packed a punch with this one and it’s powerful.
Comment by calliopespen— July 1, 2009 #
angry and powerful stuff :)!
Comment by Mental Mist— July 1, 2009 #
this short poem packs a punch indeed! Lyrical.
Comment by benjaminchew110478— July 1, 2009 #
Last thing I would ever claim to be is a musician. My kids won’t even let me sing.
Comment by Agnes, the Kari person— July 2, 2009 #
I have to rethink my whole idea about music. No, not just music, but drawing, art. Can I improvise? I wish I could watch the tide and think about it some more. Will just have to imagine it. Beautiful poem, Paul.
Comment by Aletha— July 2, 2009 #
Paul, this is really very amazing. Please submit it to something.
Comment by Simonne— July 3, 2009 #
yeah, this one “I” is tricky…And quite like an 80’s pop song has a very commercial appearance (read superficial), but it is not commercial that way. I like the pop poetry….
Comment by Annamari— July 3, 2009 #
simple, well-proportioned, taut as a drum head.
Comment by Chico Mahalo— July 3, 2009 #
I find the ocean speaks in rhythm much like this, especially early in the morning… I might be taking this a little bit more reflective than you intended, but for me, I picture a man walking on the beach, guitar on his back, sleepy-eyed, worn from giving himself the night before… but to whom?
Comment by poeticgrin— July 4, 2009 #
*sigh*
Paul this is lovely (I feel I use that adjective here too often, but it’s just so true). Your words are a vehicle to that ‘place between’.
Comment by Tracey— July 4, 2009 #
Your words don’t hesitate. You don’t hold back. I love it.
Comment by heather grace stewart— July 9, 2009 #