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jdg
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Haiku
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Sep 8 13:23 UTC 1991 |
Many of us are familiar with Haiku, the Japanese poetry that has a set style
of 3 lines, usually (though not always) 5 sylables, 7 sylables, 5 sylables.
One of the most famous Haiku poems is by Basho, and goes as follows:
furu-ike ya
kawazu tobi-komu
mizu no oto
If you believe some translators, this haiku reads:
Breaking the silence
Of an ancient pond
A frog jumped into water -
A deep resonance.
(Penguin edition of Basho)
But I prefer the direct translation:
Old pond
Frog jumps in
Sound of water.
("On the narrow road", Lesley Downer, Summit Books)
The best thing about Haiku, to me, is that anyone can use it to be a poet
and to share thoughts, images, sounds, feelings. There is a social aspect
to Haiku, called "Linked Verse." Typically, four friends would sit together,
perhaps while drinking, and compose a long poem, usually on a single subject.
The friends would each compose 9 Haiku, discussing them, correcting each other,
improving on the work, and link them together with 2 additional lines of
seven sylables each, between the individual Haiku. So, a linked verse
is, most often, 36 Haiku linked together.
We aren't four people, but we are together. And, while we have many diverse
interests, Grex brings us together. We can easily write Haiku together,
and create a linked verse about Grex. It can be a nice way to share
thoughts about logging on here.
I'll start with one or two Haiku:
Creativity -
Do your ascii smiles and smirks
hide your violence?
Always, busy lines.
I enjoy logging on here
If I can get through.
See, their pretty easy to make. You try one. Go ahead.
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sno
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response 1 of 65:
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Sep 8 16:18 UTC 1991 |
Lazy summer days
Remembering the coolness of spring
Autumn closing in.
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remmers
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response 2 of 65:
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Sep 8 22:57 UTC 1991 |
Glowing amber screen
Like warm fires of years gone by
Fights deepening cold.
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jdg
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response 3 of 65:
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Sep 8 23:21 UTC 1991 |
re 1,2: Beautiful!
re 0: If I were to work to improve my first Haiku, I would change the
last line to read, "hide a violence." That would make it less antagonistic.
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ecl
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response 4 of 65:
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Sep 14 06:34 UTC 1991 |
This is now Item 5 in writing and Item 15 in arts.
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reach
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response 5 of 65:
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Oct 8 01:13 UTC 1991 |
New to conference
I try to make a poem
Alas, a failure
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krug
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response 6 of 65:
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Oct 11 12:24 UTC 1991 |
Freedom's hot voice here
Torch consuming oppression
I bask in its light.
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reach
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response 7 of 65:
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Oct 11 19:41 UTC 1991 |
I often wonder
is it hard, this poetry?
or am I just soft?
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thumb
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response 8 of 65:
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Apr 18 22:41 UTC 1992 |
The day is young,
Soft light on still waters
Touches my heart.
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rcurl
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response 9 of 65:
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Dec 13 00:07 UTC 1992 |
Late at night I write
Whence comes the inspiration?
Heavy, tired eyes and mind.
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robh
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response 10 of 65:
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Dec 13 02:48 UTC 1992 |
Watching _Gamera_,
A really awful movie.
Why do I do this?
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matthew
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response 11 of 65:
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Dec 13 08:07 UTC 1992 |
morning comes, still dark
hands move slow across the keys
eyes crying for sleep
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matthew
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response 12 of 65:
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Dec 13 08:13 UTC 1992 |
early morn alone.
is there anyone out there ?
no response. good night.
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robh
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response 13 of 65:
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Dec 14 00:17 UTC 1992 |
Clowns raining down.
Beware the smell of greasepaint.
Danger, clown puddles!
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gerund
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response 14 of 65:
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Feb 2 16:34 UTC 1993 |
Sunlight on the floor
The house is strangely silent
Secrets in the walls
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flak
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response 15 of 65:
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Apr 2 21:51 UTC 1993 |
pain in my neck
how nice to see you again
tickling my temples
rousing my stomach for war
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md
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response 16 of 65:
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Oct 11 14:42 UTC 1993 |
Oh shit! I've barely
Started and already I'm
Flat out of sylla
[Or something like that. Forgot where I read this, but it
gave me a giggle.]
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ryan1
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response 17 of 65:
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Aug 20 15:49 UTC 1994 |
Hey md, lets try to have at least one conference with out all of
this swearing.
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window
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response 18 of 65:
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Aug 20 17:31 UTC 1994 |
And so I write, I
Look for truth; finding none, I
Write another line.
No reality
There either, And so I sit
And think about my words.
Still no truth, no great
Revelations; Empty mind,
Empty thoughts, full soul.
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orinoco
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response 19 of 65:
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Aug 20 20:51 UTC 1994 |
Why is it that when
you read many haikus, they
start to sound the same?
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other
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response 20 of 65:
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Aug 21 16:31 UTC 1994 |
Haiku is pattern
Words, pattern create context
Pattern same, text not.
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brighn
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response 21 of 65:
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Aug 21 17:51 UTC 1994 |
It is like the sea
Which shimmers perpetually
But always changes
(I pronounce perpetually w/four syllables. Make it perpetual if you like).
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vegas
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response 22 of 65:
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Aug 21 20:09 UTC 1994 |
Quitting Smoking Now
Greatly Reduces Seri
ous Risks to Your Health
In the beginning
God created the Heavens
and the earth...so there.
The earth was without
form; a void...and darkness moved
upon the deep's face.
And the spirit of
God was moving over the
face of the waters.
And God said "Let there
be light" and there was light and
God saw it was good.
Haiku lurks inside
the least haiku-like places
Waiting for release.
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orinoco
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response 23 of 65:
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Aug 23 17:48 UTC 1994 |
Respond or pass? En-
ter your response: Type "." to
exit or ":help"
(this counts "." and the : in :help as 1 syllable ea.)
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vegas
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response 24 of 65:
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Aug 24 07:51 UTC 1994 |
How do you say ":"? I would say "colon", which makes six syllables...
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