Legendary.
Oh but there is absolutely no way you are, today, unfamiliar with the world’s most famous poet, the very exceptional Amanda Gorman. The Harvard student has already achieved much acclaim throughout her 22 years but nothing more high-profile than her reading an original work at the inauguration of President Joseph R. Biden a week, or some such, ago.
Her poem, as well as her presentation, received only rave reviews and deservedly so but there is something much greater than fame or fortune tugging on those heartstrings.
Enter our surfing.
“There’s not place I’d rather be…” she penned on a July 15, 2017 Instagram post “…than on a surfboard out at sea.”
And are you pleased as punch to count someone so accomplished amongst our ranks or do you feel the need to warn her of this all-consuming, all-destroying lifestyle choice?
Well, if there is anyone who can make surfing great again it is Ms. Gorman and I would like to encourage her to write more surf-specific poetry.
Heaven knows we need it.
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Surfings the best!
Most of all, knows the poet
But you’ll still need a picture,
just to prove you don’t blow it!
I spy a new contributor to Beachgrit Surf-Lit!
So you want to be a surfer? by Charles Bukowski
don’t do it.
Surfing
It’s not too bad…
A watery play
Dancing
Wave after wave
My board sings
Under the foam
And spray
Wave after wave
Reef, sand, ledge.
A perfect moment
Missed
Wave after wave
Forgotten
But now!
A hack, a turn, spitting
A single wave
Remembered
My hearts in a whirl, for the sexy black girl, riding the curl
Speaking words beyond her years, without any fears, she brought me to tears
Words of wisdom, words of truth, the world still has hope, and she is the proof
There once was a boy from Nantucket,
who learned to surf, and said “fuck it”
This water’s too chilly, it shrinks down my willy,
and off to Hawaii he did truck it.
Surfing has turned,
The kooks now have rights,
And shall not be burned,
But on we must fight,
Against this decrepit shit,
Lest we all become,
The dreaded, the defeatist,
And depressive Quit Lit.
thats the most beautiful thing anyone’s ever said to us.
And I’m won over. Congratulations, surfing’s poet laureate. But before you accept… what’s a laureate?
Congratulations
To Bex Vidina, Wordsmith
And Agitator!
There once was a man named Karl
Whose surfing gave him a permanent snarl
Wasting every single dime
And retarding himself over time
Impoverished to the point that he would read “Daryl” as “Darl”
All I can say is she has nothing on our own Eddie Haiku… NOTHING!
I tried to pull into Barrell-ee
But instead I run over Nick Carrol-ee
He said no to worry
And bought me McFlurry
But I actually would prefer some Darrell Lea
Or how about this Rupi Kaur-inspired piece
“The sea is like
Our hearts
Forever wild
But also
Frozen
At certain latitudes”
From now until Armageddon,
You can find me shreddin’
Maybe a collab with Eddie?
Is he surfing’s current poet laureate?
No that’s Bex
That makes more sense.
When I think of surf poetry, I only think of Eddie. Unless you mean in motion, then it’s Lopez at Pipe circa’75.
in full agreement…in terms of haiku, we have our wordsmith right here on BG… it’s Eddie.