IN203 Honors Seminar: Global Haiku Tradition
Dr. Randy Brooks • Spring 2006

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Pat Steadman

Smoke Screen

Wind Noisily Pushing
A collection of Haiku

Pat Steadman

Pat Steadman is a sophomore English Literature major. He is from Decatur, IL, where he currently learns about Japanese haiku. His favorite author is Milan Kundera, who has never written a haiku.

Author’s Introduction

When I first began writing haiku, I did not really have a grasp on the identity of my personal haiku. I did not think I had a theme that is consistent throughout most of my haiku. I did not think I had a style of writing haiku. However, throughout this semester, it appears as if a recurring theme in my haiku (as in many people’s) is the relationship between humanity and nature. The haiku selected for this chapbook represent those that exemplify my beliefs on the relationship between one and one’s surroundings. I believe that a person is intrinsically tied to his or her surroundings, and that there is a symbiotic relationship that exists between the two ends. Most of the selected haiku seen here depict images of man interacting with nature. So much of our lives are defined by moments in which we feel affected by our surroundings—not necessarily in a good or bad way, just affected. Instead of fighting against our surroundings, we should learn to be conducive to them; indeed, there is always a wind noisily pushing, and we ought to embrace its drive. —Pat Steadman


The haiku of Pat Steadman very much stand out as different among the works of authors today. The integration of (as well as Steadman’s love for) more contemporary literature shines through in his haiku, which depict his adventures through work, leisure, and life. Wind Noisily Pushing has been carefully pieced together to project the quintessential lifestyle of the Midwest-American college student in all his discomfited, indefinite glory. His depiction of such a tumultuous era in the life of today’s students is quirky, interesting, raw, and real. A troubadour of the everyman, Steadman recognizes the intended function and purpose behind his haiku and pursues it fervently to the very end. —B. A. Blankenship

lake shore drive
windows down
and tiny dancer blaring

the water still cold
to our bodies—
summer lake

ocean breeze moves
the palm tree branches
and our beach hats

my drunken friend
provides his checklist of sorrows
to the fireflies

passed out on the floor—
dropping Shakespeare’s Collected Works
can’t even wake him

avoiding the cracks
on the sidewalk—
I walk down the street

in the open meadow
the vast sky
open to me

root beer float
neapolitan brownie
gigantic hamburger
and friends

in the morning—
the plastic reindeer on the lawn
in questionable positions

river divides
the two sides
narrow, worn bridge to cross

time to clean the windows—
as we wash
we renew

miles between us

wind noisily pushing
me and the budding trees

© 2006 Randy Brooks, Millikin University, Decatur, Illinois
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