I've spent the last several days purging and packing the contents of my apartment. I'm exhausted. Today's fourth straight day of packing and moving boxes into storage has inspired me to write a haiku:
Moving really sucks.
Moving really really sucks.
Did I say it sucks?
Here's a set of haikus I wrote in honor of Madonna's pathetic attempt to demonstrate her relevance to pop music by kissing Christina Aguilera and Britney Spears at the recent MTV Video Music Awards show:
Lucky star burned out,
Irrelevance spurs action,
Still, looks good in black.
As I've mentioned previously in this blog, I'm taking a Beginning Spanish class at The Cambridge Center for Adult Education this summer. Initially I signed up for it to serve as a distraction from work. Now that I've left that job, I'm taking my Spanish studies much more seriously including using it in my journaling exercises.
Here's my first haiku written in Spanish (Mi primer haiku español):
¿Cuál es su nombre?
Llámeme carne muerta,
Me llamo bonehead.
Katherine loves to eat,
vegamite spread on pickles,
roaches won't touch her hair.
The period ends,
having served a life sentence,
he's reached a full-stop.
You drink sangria?
Tapas served with rabbit stew
Reformed Catholic girl.
I'm tracing her face,
bamboo shoots served with ginger,
old pollen scatters.
Palpable tension,
former allies diverging,
lines bloom from hatred.
I recently watch Helen of Troy on the USA network. It was pretty atrocious. Here's a couple of haikus I've written to describe the experience:
To Helen I pledged,
Four hours I have now lost,
Vow: Never again!
Washed up on Troy's shores,
Melodramatic drivel,
USA's folly.
First phone call: I burst!
"Thoughtful and articulate"
Flatter me she does.
Company sadist,
Five hours, no agenda,
Dilbert's just too close.
Three soured kisses,
seven pathetic passes,
two shying glances.
Here's a few haikus that I wrote today while dining out. I was feeling pretty obsessed with food preparation hygiene having just finished reading Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain:
Bandana-wrapped head,
nappy hair barely contained,
He makes your salads.
Fajitas sizzle,
salt-soaked sweat spices your meal,
chef's nails add fiber.
While in Buffalo in August 2001, visiting with a friend, we went for a walk across the University at Buffalo, Amherst campus. We were in a creative mood, so we found a table and started writing some haikus. This group is from our visit later in the evening when we went for dessert at Nina's Custard Stand and wrote a few more.
Sailboats at twilight
Masts stand tall, main sail bellows
Wind from east-southeast
Bun in utero
Sonogram flipping the bird
Grandma calls Alan
While in Buffalo in August 2001, visiting with a friend, we went for a walk across the University at Buffalo, Amherst campus. We were in a creative mood, so we found a table and started writing some haikus. Later we went for dessert at Nina's Custard Stand and wrote a few more.
Driving the 90,
Road so straight I fell asleep.
Catching bugs, split them!
Dead man in the pool,
Decomposed and sinking fast.
Wonder what's for lunch?
