This blog is dedicated to the sublime instruments called nose flutes and which produce the most divine sound ever. We have chosen to discard all the native models from S. Pacific and Asia, for they need fingering to be played. We'll concentrate on "buccal cavity driven" nose flutes : the well patented and trademarked metal or plastic ones, plus, by a condemnable indulgence, some wooden craft or home-made productions.

Jun 13, 2012

Nose Flute & Poetry

In August, we published a beautiful haiku by Seitei, 1680, playing with a pun between "blossom" and "nose", which, in Japanese, are written differently, but are homophonic.

But the modern nose flute also inspires modern poets!

Jun Tanioka, aka Hanabue114, is used to post Haikus or small poems on his Facebook page. And some of them are related to nose flutes, like this one :

Well, I do not read the Japanese, and I'm a poor English/Globish writer...
I tried any of the automatic translators available online (Google, Babelfish, Systran, Babylon,...), and I hope I'm not too wrong with this approximative translation (but if someone can correct me, welcome!) :

Hey, did I cut down on you ?
Are your holidays over?
Pip Pip!
Also tired of the nose flute.
Or fell in love with the nose flute ?
Bad ? Good ?

Charly Fasano
, is a musician, painter and a poet but, as far as I know, had not dedicated a writing to our beloved instrument.

Maikel Mei, our inexhaustible resource, sent us a poem he wrote in 1993, during his plain nose fluting activity :

Last Goodbye

Memories scorned and torn
Souls hushed and shrunk
Identities dumped and abandoned
Hopes shoved underground

Beliefs besieged by desperate decay
Dreams dragged into desolate demise
Truths seized by careless forgetfulness
Realities fiercely faded

Decisions left with perfected imperfection
Resolutions led by unconvincing frailty
Beginnings startled by unending endings
Closures marked with muddled complexity

Certainties collapsed and ceased to exist
Opportunities disintegrated and fully exhausted
Possibilities destroyed and indifferently discarded
Chances inevitably ruled out

Emotions wiped out in feeble hopelessness
Intentions fraught with crippled helplessness
Feelings wrecked by spinelessness revealed
Meanings wholly hollowed out

Energy drained and irreversibly jaded
Vigour evaporated and ultimately disengaged
Resistance weathered and weakened
Resilience beaten and betrayed

Stern weary stillness over children's graves
Sole survivors lost in this world
Old men playing faraway blues
Lamented echoes on the nose flute

Please tell me : is it a fate for the nose flute to drive poets to beautiful but totally depressed writings ?

1 comment:

  1. Dear Jun,

    I have always liked the haiku. You have inspired me to try and make a haiku around the nose flute!

    Kind regards,

    Maikel Mei