The Griz and I were noodling around the interweb, looking for a cool picture to use on labels for a batch of ice wine he’s making, which led us to a site called Bad Haiku, which led me to ask, “Is there any other kind?”
I don’t write poetry, since I try to avoid doing things at which I suck. But I do indulge in haiku once in a while, because – well, c’mon, all haiku sucks, so mine doesn’t stand out as particularly bad. Besides, the value of haiku is more for the writer than the reader.
To the reader, it’s gives a little amuse bouche of an “Ah!” or “Huh?” or just a quick roll of the eyes. But the writer is forced to contemplate and manipulate the words on a minute level. The specificity of it is both meditative and muscle-building.
These are by Bad Haiku poster “Kackarott”:
I don’t write poetry, since I try to avoid doing things at which I suck. But I do indulge in haiku once in a while, because – well, c’mon, all haiku sucks, so mine doesn’t stand out as particularly bad. Besides, the value of haiku is more for the writer than the reader.
To the reader, it’s gives a little amuse bouche of an “Ah!” or “Huh?” or just a quick roll of the eyes. But the writer is forced to contemplate and manipulate the words on a minute level. The specificity of it is both meditative and muscle-building.
These are by Bad Haiku poster “Kackarott”:
From his grave I dugTo which “Mox” adds:
Up Steve McQueen and we drove
Real fucking fast! YEAH!
Dreamt that I was made
Out of chocolate and was
Eaten by fat chicks
There was a pretty
Vagina that spoke spanish
Que' pasa hombre'????
the words are a mood
of a temporary time
purifying self
Comments
Authors dream of fat
Advances and accolades
Outstripping talent.
Or how 'bout this one?
One corner of hell
Reserves its fiercest blazes
for cruel reviewers.
I'm really feelin' that one. :)