never write when it rains, it always ends up about the rain so I start with the rain and end it with…
I watch my wife shave her legs and remain hidden, covered by the bathroom door.
words of a people aligned in their perfect order
never write when it rains, it always ends up about the rain so I start with the rain and end it with…
I watch my wife shave her legs and remain hidden, covered by the bathroom door.
to post or not to post – that is the question. Or rather the question is energy and ideas – an abundance of those and I’d be posting like I use to.
My nephew is going through his own ennui with posting and it reminded me that I haven’t had an original post in some time. So I thought I would post nothing today just so the three of you know that I am breathing.
I’ve had a few conversations on the subject of Haiku poetry and its form lately. Those of us in the know and out of school tend toward avoiding the 5-7-5 American grade school requirement but adhere to the guide of what each line ought to represent.
first line – kigo – the seasonal reference – very important
second line – the moment as it is
third line – the satori or ah ha moment.
This is freeing and simultaneously restricting as one should always avoid the obvious…
mid spring
writing a haiku
and it is bad
– but rather –
cherry blossoms
decayed and floating
whose illusion?
it isn’t much better but you get the idea.
On poetry and Haiku – it isn’t well hidden that I regard the vast majority of poetry to be total crap that should have never graced the page it was written on but maybe less well known is that I hate 99% of Haiku. Yes, I am an opinionated bastard. I should add that I believe that everyone who wants to write poetry ought to but not share it with the world until they’ve been doing it long enough to know that most of it is crap – I call this taste. Haiku is different, a little. You should wait to share it with others until you have written 10,000 of them. I’ve written well over that but have only ever shared about 20 – and those I question.
Art is for the creator when done and kept private – art is done for the creator only in the act of creation, when we wear the laurel wreath. After it is no longer the creators and has been co-opted by the masses. If you know what you have done is good then you know it wasn’t done by you anyway. The mistakes are all ours, everything else belongs to someone else.
I am not religious but an atheist. So this may confuse the three of you reading this. I’m just not egotistical enough to think the good lines are mine alone.
I am informed by the Gospel of Judas Iscariot.
Judas got a raw deal.
I am also informed by the clarity of non-indoctrination and the curious mind.
Judas has been marked for eternity by possibly well meaning folk but misdirected and Judas’ actions have been greatly misunderstood. What would you do?
What if your leader, companion, most trusted adviser and advocate asked you to betray.
Would you be the friend that you have purported to be or would you actually betray by not following these wishes. We must remember that they were after Jesus regardless of Judas’ finger and kiss and silver paid. We must remember that the wheels had been turning against him, he would be found but the only thing that could be controlled by the 12 (or 13, and I think 13) was how and where.
Asked not to understand, asked not to explain or have the revelation needed or peace it would offer, asked to send the head shepherd away to be slaughtered by the flock.
Judas was no coward but displayed strength and fortitude that I doubt many have, it must be why he was chosen from the go.
mourning Judas, wish to eulogize him, offer him his proper epitaph, his song –
“You will exceed all of them. You will sacrifice the man that clothes me.”
Jesus knew what has to transpire – and if there was divine vision, he knew before he shook that hand of the man who would kiss him.