All 118 entries tagged Haiku

that idiot–boy in the corner is speaking deviated truths

babe i’m on fire
candles wax my books
waning they will wean their way
babe i am on fire

the athlete with his hernia says it
i can’t think of it
of anything to say i’ll
say this anyway

picasso with his guernica says it
towards saturday
my days march dazed too much i
fill valentine time

my wife with her furniture
sunning my punning
what time, what rime for my rhyme?
sunned entwined and done

everybody!
fifth verse same as the
first verse dirth, amass àmatt
bam bas bat see that?

: 28 Sep 2006 03:26 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (6) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

aesthetic reflective judgements

dance on splintered screens
you radiohead fragments
like my sodden shoes

at the Vfest, the divine comedy, beck, radiohead, bloc party, we thank you kindly. keane, there is still a chance that we will forgive you, but it grows more and more slim, as slim as the book marked "time for the soreing chorus" grows fat.

as we waited for beck, i clearly had found a hat, which i used to wear when i had less hair and fewer brains (fewer hairs and less brains / lesser brains and few hairs). george didn't seem to have his, so i was unable to steal it, which is traditional (i.e. we would like that). i stole george's photo instead, which is becoming traditional (i.e. i would like it, and maybe we all will grow to)

radiohead played a song called 'nude', which is utterly beautiful. beautiful in a different way was 'charge' by the divine comedy, whose innuendo i have only recently begun to fathom…

caught in your barbed wire
going bang bang bang bang bang
bang bang bang all night

: 22 Aug 2006 16:40 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (4) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

european scrabble

Follow-up to a live show from Rashomon Imperative

wherever you go
you are what you are player
(worth eighteen points there)

even when in france, playing european scrabble, blogs are utterly relevant.

: 16 Aug 2006 22:37 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (5) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

a live show

do you feel alive
watching my five seven five?
you should five seven jive

i made it to france, and had a wonderful time in an old farmhouse:

our gang of eight arrived, attracting the attention of the local mayor's wife, who feared for her bebe. we responded with humorous mafia jokes – "don't worry, just because we ride in black citroen cars, we are not the mafia" – and she invited us to have dinner. an offer i have only just, after three weeks, remembered.

then we danced under the stars, which we did not notice until three nights later, to songs by and called peaches. i performed a forward–roll upon the lawn, while everyone made themselves at home by creating carnage on the dancefloor.

the week continued in that fashion, getting increasingly fun, until we had to go home. everyone either agreed that it was their favourite holiday, or took too long weighing up their answer for it to be easily remembered.

at the moment i am writing an essay, and feel as though the way i am writing resembles the guardian's 'diary of a genius', sans horror. i am barely more coherent than a game of european scrabble (any european language can be used):

writing an essay can take it out of you, and leave you feeling as if you have been kicked in the head: luckily, when the room was completely black, i kissed her and she kissed back, which is much more therapeutic than expressing yourself in wordly form ("...no doubt this nervousness is heathy, something to be incorporated unconsciously like the joyous bouncing of my right leg’s energetic calf…")

on saturday, some of us philosophers of mind are to V in the very chelmsford that is my hometown. i shall carry a warwick umbrella so that you can all recognise me on the television as we sing along to radiohead (and dance along to beck) in the rain.

i am dry and fly
'neath the chelmsford sky and my
warwick umbrella

: 16 Aug 2006 17:52 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (6) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

…besides, in spain, don juan´s to blame

i am almost finished with barcelona now, barcelona has almost finished me. the q–bar where we drink fidel castros for 3 euros is insidious and invidious to my frame, but spurs and pricks the bar–loving mind.

and so tomorrow, to france i shall go, on board two aeroplanes in one day. cowering twice at the takeoff – the most dangerous part of the flight! friends, family, and a certain fille i shall see, and i shall see bohemianly.

i write in an internet cafe around the corner for 1 euro an hour, though the price may be raised by my misguided clicks which store my cunning password.

i will see you all soon, all you folk that pass onto this barcelona page. spinning and grinning. for old times´ sakes.

1.
stepping over cracks
fresh plastered amid plaster
circular in bars
2.
electronically
in a catalan exam
uncertain output

: 23 Jul 2006 13:35 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (1) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

a series of onefortunate events

1.
wolf parade are the
band that at the moment i
would like to be in
1.
i practice singing
along sky high and wildly
with a collapsed spine
1.
in this armless chair
i observe my shoulders juggle
an ache back and forth
1.
the laurel bed is
not quite plump enough as yet
for all this resting

1.
bath bathing again
there are only so many
times it can be done
1.
jerry in my eye
i sit relentlessly, the
cosmo's in my limbs
1.
now i shall mount a
motivational treat: a
varsity springboard

: 01 Jun 2006 20:36 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

did the best team win? NO

i am quite jaded
it's not losing: it's losing
to unsporting types

to surround the ref
with 'red card' gestures is not
to really play fair

dear psuedo pundits
while you are not objective
you still piss me off

thierry henry
it would be wisest to stay
and win it next year

: 17 May 2006 23:32 |  Tags: Haiku Thanku |  Comments (7) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

fear of terror (shark!)

Writing about web page http://imdb.com/title/tt0149261/

fear of sharks
from an early age
gaping carcharias were
monsters in my tales

unfathomable
looking depthwardly i mise
dark and leg sucking

i still watch shark films
perpetuating the fear
with ll cool j:

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil. For thou art with me. Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life. Because I carry a big stick and I'm the meanest mother fucker in the valley! Two sharks down, Lord! One demon fish to go! Can I get an Amen?

: 17 May 2006 00:18 |  Tags: Haiku Thanku |  Comments (2) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

disappointing bird life today…

Writing about web page http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brockian_Ultra-Cricket

LISTENING TO THE CRICKET

commentary
your jolly jumper
with its lovely thick blue stripe
sets off your new beard

meanwhile
batsmen dodge deep points
i gently philosophise
searching for deep points

: 15 May 2006 11:44 |  Tags: Haiku Thanku |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem

propositions about the future are meaningless

Follow-up to i particularly like mark viduka… from Rashomon Imperative

an example of absolutely shameless gloating - we'll be up to shake your hand in a minute mate...

transport motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping
taking off and landing
the emptiest of feelings
disappointed people clinging on to bottles
and when it comes it's so disappointing

let down and hanging around; crushed like a bug in the ground

: 11 May 2006 11:25 |  Tags: Haiku |  Comments (0) |  Close comments |  Report a problem