Erspirelac

Resting In The Dark -  Shane Beck & Walter Fini

Naviar Haiku 505

in search of a name
the torrent of rainwater
down the canyon wall

Mark Miller is an award-winning poet and photographer who has published four books of poetry, the latest being Light and Counterlight (Ginninderra Press, 2020), a selection of his haiku from over 400 that have been published in international journals and anthologies. His haiku have been featured on buses and trains, on the walls of a public swimming pool, and on art installations in parks and malls. Mark lives in Shoalhaven Heads, Australia.

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Haiku by Mark Miller

Picture by Dan Meyers https://unsplash.com/photos/a-close-up-of-a-bird-flying-in-the-sky-OekzV5WdHNU

The Path to Belonging

The Path to Belonging (NaviarHaiku505)

Operator tank

Sonopoem by Ilaria Boffa
Fieldrecording taken by IB using jrf hydrophone and h6 zoom recorder.

On the night of 9th October 1963 at 22.39, a landslide from Monte Toc* fell down into the Vajont artificial lake (Pordenone, Italy) causing a mega-tsunami and a seismic shock twice the power of the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The 250 metre wave that overtopped the Vajont Dam with 50 million m3 of water overflowing in total (other two waves were simultaneously produced), killed over 3000 people. 1910 victims and among the 1300 missing, many were dismembered and atomised by the air mass movement blast. The seismic shock and its earth tremors were recorded as far away as Brussels and Vienna. 
The white dam, perfectly built and still intact, is the tallest in Europe and considered by experts, a work of art.
Tina Merlin, journalist and partisan, wrote, denounced and opposed the construction of the Vajont Dam on Monte Toc (geologically unstable) from 1957 till the disaster in 1963. 

In figures:
- 20 seconds for the landslide to reach the water level
- 45 seconds to fill the hole
- 270 million cubic metres of rock slid down from Monte Toc
- 25 million cubic metres of water overtopped the dam
- 250 metres high, the wave overtopping the dam (50 million cubic metres of water overflowed in 3 waves)
- 25 seconds to the impact
- twice the power of the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki
- 1910 victims, half of them impossible to identify
- 1300 missing, many dismembered and atomised by the air mass movement blast

'The Dam, for Tina

Tick-Toc*, Tick-Toc, 
Tick-Toc.
All elements buzzing
the earth first sliding
implacable, unending
and then water 
bursting and collapsing
the air blasting
burning and flaying 
limbs and futures
dismembered and 
atomised.

Tick-Toc, Tick-Toc
Tick-Toc.
Almost history 
kneeled down before
the stone.
Almost a war 
its spectres of trees subsiding 
rocks whirling down into
the hole and howls aborted 
perpetually.
Almost a genesis
new order.

Tick-Toc, Tick-Toc,
Tick-Toc. 
Oh damned dam
you, impassive artefact
double-curved arch
towering above, perfect
tiara embellishing 
human hubris.
You, tragic Niobe
still, tonguing your lake
your concrete womb.
You, work of art.

La Diga, a Tina

Tic-Toc*, Tic-Toc, 
Tic-Toc.
Gli elementi a rumoreggiare
lo scivolare primo della terra
implacabile, interminabile
e poi l’acqua 
che esplode e collassa 
l’aria che detona
ustiona e scortica  
membra e futuro 
dilaniati e 
polverizzati.

Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc
Tic-Toc.
Quasi la storia 
inginocchiata dinanzi
alla pietra.
Quasi una guerra 
i suoi spettri di alberi che sprofondano 
rocce che vorticano giù
nel buco e urla abortite 
in perpetuo.
Quasi una genesi
un ordine nuovo.

Tic-Toc, Tic-Toc,
Tic-Toc. 
Oh dannata diga
tu, artefatto impassibile
arcata che doppia ti curvi
troneggi, perfetta
tiara che adorna 
l’arroganza umana.
Tu, tragica Niobe
immobile, a leccare il tuo lago 
il tuo utero di cemento.
Tu, opera d’arte.'

The Dam, for Tina/ La Diga, a Tina

un effet de glissando sur 1/2 ton dans le grave du HP métallique des ondes Martenot déclenche un feu d'artifice spectral harmonique et inharmonique plein de promesses inspirantes…

Métal Sombre, Éclats

Naviar Haiku 510

in pre-dawn darkness
the avant-garde soundtrack
of orchestral rainfall

Elliot Carson is a teacher living in Japan who doubles as an artist/designer/translator in his free time. He writes haiku under the pen name EKC and is currently working to self-publish his first book of haiku.

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Haiku by Elliot Carson https://www.instagram.com/i.write.haiku/

Picture by Lazarescu Alexandra https://unsplash.com/photos/vRiylUiR6ew

The Soul's Rainy Night

The Soul's Rainy Night (NaviarHaiku510)

We are all of us ghosts

Solo Piano.  Created in Real-Time LIVE at the Center for Divine Love, St. Louis MO.

Photo by Richard Carr.

Year of Music: October 10, 2025

Abandon

CM4X - Vision

I'm a composer, working from a 3' x 5' studio (some may call it a dinette) in a 5th wheel camper, while traveling the United States. I've been on the road for six years, so most of my recent work will have come from a different state (of mind and location) during my travels.

Music makes me feel better about everything. I don't know that I'm ever happier than when I am creating. I sometimes wonder if creativity isn't one of the primary keys to happiness. Do you ever feel better than when you say, "Look what I did."? This phrase magically conjures the purest sense of childlike joy.

Music works for every part of our lives. We all have music for when we are sad, happy, celebrating, meeting others, when we are alone, and even when we are lonely. Did a song come to mind as you read each of those situations? I remember the first song I ever heard on the radio, on my first bus ride to kindergarten. One of my favorite musical memories is playing in a band for steel beach on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz.

I love telling stories with music. Everybody loves John Coffey in the Green Mile, but Mr. Jingles should have a song commemorating his reaching and joining the circus at Mouseville. If you agree, join me for this and similar journeys. The music here is synthetic, but as real as you would choose to have it.

My music most often lands on Soundcloud first and is inspired by one of my favorite communities, Naviar Haiku:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku
I find writing to a Haiku prompt sufficiently limiting and exquisitely inspiring.

The Path to Belonging (NaviarHaiku505)

Raymond Stull