Don't worry, we'll get down to writing bad haikus in no time. There's no rush, reader-san.
This is where I'll be sharing my thoughts on the world in the most brief of forms -- a haiku. Three lines, 5-7-5.
In between my glorious little poems I may share some things I'm learning about haikus. Because even if my haikus aren't serious, I'm serious about learning the art form.
Desecration of an art form
![](<a href="http://s61.photobucket.com/albums/h59/robynvinessmith/?action=view¤t=haikubuttoncopy.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h59/robynvinessmith/haikubuttoncopy.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a>)
Get poetic - subscribe
3 lines to a little miracle
One day, I was cooking bacon. I love bacon. I can't begin to describe how much I love bacon ... all nice and crispy, almost burned. Anyway, I decided that I needed to write a haiku about the bacon. I'm not sure why, and I had to look up the basic concept of a haiku. I still got it wrong. After posting it on my blog, someone pointed out that I couldn't even count seven syllables, only they said it very politely.
Since then I've been quite interested in writing haikus. The thing is, I can't stand poetry in general, but haikus are fascinating. So much perfection in so few lines. They're brilliant!
Me, I'm not so brilliant. I can't take myself too seriously, either, so my haikus may break some cardinal sin of haiku writing, I'm not sure.
That's why I call my blog "Haiku in the Loo." For my fellow Americans, "Loo" means toilet in them thar fancy overseas countries. So the title of my blog is more than just a really impressive rhyme. It's more than something that's super-fun to say. It also is indicative of my haiku writing abilities.
Since then I've been quite interested in writing haikus. The thing is, I can't stand poetry in general, but haikus are fascinating. So much perfection in so few lines. They're brilliant!
Me, I'm not so brilliant. I can't take myself too seriously, either, so my haikus may break some cardinal sin of haiku writing, I'm not sure.
That's why I call my blog "Haiku in the Loo." For my fellow Americans, "Loo" means toilet in them thar fancy overseas countries. So the title of my blog is more than just a really impressive rhyme. It's more than something that's super-fun to say. It also is indicative of my haiku writing abilities.
Here I am - over here!
Blog Archive
-
▼
2007
(23)
-
▼
August
(15)
- Someone at work gave me an apple that looked like ...
- A tall man needs much sustenance:
- Regarding my newspaper...
- Chickenbone Jones sez:
- Sometimes when I get off work at midnight, there's...
- T-shirt face strikes again with the loo talk
- Contribution from Chickenbone Jones
- Bagel time: a daily treat
- Moldy fruit haunts me
- A contribution from T-Shirt Face
- My husband finds my new-found haiku obsession anno...
- Inspired by a bad movie I saw last night on TV
- When I was 3, I flew in a plane and rolled down th...
- In the beginning
- Welcome to the Loo
-
▼
August
(15)
Am I the only one who likes bad haiku?
About Me
- Robyn
- Mom of one lovely little boy, a sewer, knitter, professional blogger and editor.
1 comment:
your counter is hilarious
Post a Comment