The amount of alone-time I'm needing these past couple days is ridiculous. I'm not sure what brought this mood on though I'm not fighting it. I've managed to make contact with a few people anyway, which is good and keeping me balanced, even if I'm not necessarily in my most social mindset and probably somewhat spacey when out.
i leaned over and
whispered in your ear, she's sexy
but that's not why.
There's some program circulating around that creates a "haiku" when you plug in your username. I took the first half of what it produced, but since it didn't complete the final preposition, much less the final sentence, I changed it around to make sense.
I am bothered by a lot of people's attempts at haiku. Not that I'm some sort of expert, but that's the precise reason why I don't engage in it. First off, the topic is supposed to be about the natural world. Secondly, it's not just about 5-7-5 syllables per line -- there's supposed to be a twist. The last line is like a little audible gasp, an "oh" moment, what they call 'a leap' is made and the reader must catch up with the words. I think maybe my fake-haiku almost achieves that effect.
Here are examples from true haiku poets (and the syllables won't fit because they're translated from japanese):
Among the grasses,
A flower blooms white,
Its name unknown
-shiki
The scent and colour
Of the wisteria
Seem far from the moon.
-buson
The voice of the pheasant;
How I longed
For my dead parents!
-basho
I have this fantasy that involves lying in bed next to you...sitting upright, propped against my velvet pillow....you're next to me....we're holding books. Reading quietly together, indulging in a rare luxury. Then turning out the lights and curling up to sleep.
i leaned over and
whispered in your ear, she's sexy
but that's not why.
There's some program circulating around that creates a "haiku" when you plug in your username. I took the first half of what it produced, but since it didn't complete the final preposition, much less the final sentence, I changed it around to make sense.
I am bothered by a lot of people's attempts at haiku. Not that I'm some sort of expert, but that's the precise reason why I don't engage in it. First off, the topic is supposed to be about the natural world. Secondly, it's not just about 5-7-5 syllables per line -- there's supposed to be a twist. The last line is like a little audible gasp, an "oh" moment, what they call 'a leap' is made and the reader must catch up with the words. I think maybe my fake-haiku almost achieves that effect.
Here are examples from true haiku poets (and the syllables won't fit because they're translated from japanese):
Among the grasses,
A flower blooms white,
Its name unknown
-shiki
The scent and colour
Of the wisteria
Seem far from the moon.
-buson
The voice of the pheasant;
How I longed
For my dead parents!
-basho
I have this fantasy that involves lying in bed next to you...sitting upright, propped against my velvet pillow....you're next to me....we're holding books. Reading quietly together, indulging in a rare luxury. Then turning out the lights and curling up to sleep.
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Date: 2003-08-11 11:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-08-11 11:30 am (UTC)I used to be pretty good at limericks, and that was before I even engaged in much dirty behavior. Perhaps I should try my hand at them now that I"m more experienced.....
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Date: 2003-08-11 04:31 pm (UTC)mm
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There once was a fey ingenue
who caused wordsmith hullabaloo.
She'd try to play poet
but invariably blow it
with bastard attempts at Haiku.
Consider thyself challenged, my young friend!!!
no subject
There once was a fey ingenue
who caused wordsmith hullabaloo.
She'd try to play poet
but invariably blow it
with bastard attempts at Haiku.
Consider thyself challenged, my young friend!!!