EN340 / IN350 Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks
Spring 2002
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ericsharp Eric Sharp

Profile on Carl Patrick

Carl Patrick's Haiku:
Nothing Special

evening quiet

by
eric sharp

Perhaps the single most rewarding thing about writing these haiku, has been the opportunity to share them with others. As we acknowledge the fact that a haiku has not been born until it has floated into the ears of a nearby listener, I draw some parallels with my own life and the direction it seems to be taking. When writing these haiku I concentrated solely on my personal experiences, for writing about events that happen to other people has proven to be one step too troublesome for me. This is not to say that it should never be done, but rather that I can feel no personal connection to the haiku if the moments do not come from my own life.

Another important reason haiku has resonated so well with me over the past semester is that I've used it as a release from my otherwise extremely hectic academic fife. I usually pride myself on staying calm and level-headed, but I must admit that at times these past few months have often shown me to be quite the contrary. I have found myself losing grasp of who I am in exchange for deadlines and this saddens me a great deal. So in this way, haiku writing has given me the welcome opportunity to ground myself and take stock of what is really important to me. My poetry has been a more than welcome respite from the halls of academe.


In general, I pull my influences from many different areas, but my favorite authors by a long shot are Kobayashi Issa, Matsuo, Basho, and George Swede. I appreciate the light quality of the Japanese masters as well as the vivacity and life found 'in Swede's work. I aspire to their likes and can only dream that my haiku would have such an effect on those that read them.

Finally, this haiku has given me a space to do some thinking that I've been putting off for along time concerning my immediate family. As you read this collection, I would hope that you could see shades of my father, mother, and brother as they were the ones guiding me through the times about which the poems were written. Above all, I intend to continue writing haiku that make creative use of aesthetic as well as figurative space, and that cover as much ground in as few words as possible. I'm trying to paint the most beautiful paintings with as few brushes as possible. Hope you enjoy the results . . .

eric sharp
decatur, il / may, 2002


Reader’s Introduction

Explaining the greatness behind Eric Sharp's haiku is a huge task for any writer. Reading his work has been far more enjoyable then one should have with a class assignment. Eric has really grasped the style needed to create moving haiku. He seems to fit in with all the greats from years ago with his peacefulness, and ability to clarify a moment. He fits 'in with all the great haiku artists by keeping all his haiku very real and serene. Although he strays from his trademark haiku every once in a while, most capture a moment in time and then add a nature element bringing them down to earth. Several of Eric's haiku are inspired by other authors. Using this inspiration and really 'following in the footsteps' of the best examples has given him the chance to really grab on to what haiku is all about, and use that knowledge to create his own wonderful haiku. Reading Eric's haiku has been a pleasure.

—Rachel Perry


grass-stained palms
lonely stargazer
thinking of his father


no place to be
one snowflake
falls more quickly


the off-ramp curves
toward familiar trees
glowing porch light

 

 

red or white roses?
an hour passes
in the flower shop


nice dinner
before the Winter dance
my sleeve finds the butter

 

 

staring at each other
conversation                    dwindles
on the bottom bunk


scarf lands on the floor
small eyes glance
from across the room

 

 

glass-covered branches
hang low
weary from a night of fighting


Lo Mein and hot tea
smiles, telling a story
no more work today

 

 

continuous gust of wind
I drive slower
past the overturned semi


                        full size bed
sitting up—the room seems
empty

 

 

     unwelcome

lightning flash                            es
warms rain falls
on my shoulders

     birds bathe                            cs
     in small puddles

dirt from the window pane         es
rushes down the siding
yellow sky

     familiar buzz                         cs
     mosquitoes take flight

slap on the neck                         cs
retreat through
the screen door

     evening quiet broken             es
     cicadas and smoke

Eric & Carol Sharp


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