Posts tagged ‘Haiku’
All tales now wending
This one begins
In the alternate endings
Refreshed by rain
A story should have a beginning, a middle and an end, but not necessarily in that order
Wobbling knobby knees
The wildest colts make the best horses
“With parody, you’re referencing and sending up a particular genre, and mostly your material is going to be taken out of that genre.” —Marlon Wayans
Tapping lazily, but doggedly, the lovelorn poet composes a song in praise of his dream amour. To deliver it, though, he is demure: cowered by a muzzle like a dog’s, voice like a frog’s, moves like a bump on a log. Oh, for a way to extend his compliments to the one he adores, without rudely awakening her scorn!
I’d like to say that parody is a celebration of a person’s specific characteristics, as opposed to mockery
““The people who live in a golden age usually go around complaining how yellow everything looks.” —Randall Jarrell
Cutting thro’ the rye,
like a whirling samurai,
never say goodbye!
You just never know when you’re living in a golden age
“On the whole, human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.” —George Orwell
Yes, wee people,
the Elf Sat is cool,
unlike that beater
of Big Brother’s.
Brainchild of three
Twee elves from Thule,
unobserved by Cruel
Not to expose your true feelings to an adult seems to be instinctive from the age of seven or eight onwards
“Man can never expect to start from scratch; he must start from ready-made things, like even his own mother and father.” —Marcel Duchamp
READER: “Mack was hauling an oversize load, bumping over a hump in the road, when he saw, on an old commode, a word scrawled in paint, bold, not faint: ‘Dump’
DIRECTOR: Superbe! j’adore! continue…
In French, there is an old expression, la patte, meaning the artist’s touch, his personal style, his ‘paw’. I wanted to get away from la patte and from all that retinal painting
“If you are writing about baloney, don’t try and make it Cornish hen, because that’s the worst kind of baloney there is. Just make it darn good baloney.” —Leo Burnett
Grill ice-cold cuts on low heat:
subdue spitting blistering fat,
like stinging zingers in a spat.
Thaw if frozen. Warm for treats.
No matter how you slice it, it’s still baloney.
“You are a cosmic flower. Om chanting is the process of opening the psychic petals of that flower.” —Amit Ray
Om a vocal tone poem
Rhyming Babel’s scattered echoes
Shattering a stained-glass halo
Sonic boom of howling calm
And when I breathed, my breath was lightning.