Sep 20, 2003

Kerouac's HAiKUS got me thinking. While reading his, I wrote mine. In the margins of the book. Writings on writings.
Haiku. Saying more with less. The way I'd like to live.
Haiku, the aesthetics of awareness. Of essence. Taking an ordinary event and turning it into poetry. In a mild-mannered way. Whispers and not shouts.
For Christmas, for those special friends, I'm going to make little books: haiku written with you in mind. Ten poems a person written on scrap paper like on the back of junk mail. A new context, a new life. Cutting not with scissors but with folds (deckled edge). Pages handsewn together. Cardboard covers. Maybe collaged with paper or well-worn fabric.
Waste not, want not.
And for Him, an embroidered haiku. Because he keeps me in stitches.
Homemade happiness.

related: The Nick of Time: Essays on Haiku Aesthetics--The difference between haiku and senryu?

other: matching Reggae song lyrics to Biblical quotations via gmtPlus9--The Bizarre World of Candy Cigarettes via sublimate--We Got Rhythm; the Mystery Is How and Why---Right-handed people tend to have hair that swirls clockwise, a US researcher has discovered--jasper johns selected works via neurastenia <<--Treasures Underfoot:
Quilts Inspired by Japanese Manhole Covers ---Stitches and Rips


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