March 21, 2005

On First Looking Into Gary Hotham's 'Breathmarks'

Fa-So-La-La... and Shieldmaiden


As a follow-up to the post on haiku and postmodernism, here are a few that the Shieldmaiden and I were, ahem, inspired to write upon being introduced to that most illustrious form of poetic thought--


Jar crystals
If I had started them yesterday
They would be one day old


Pride and Prejudice
Mr. Darcy jumps into the pond
I wonder why Jane Austen died


Solitaire
A mindless maze of polished stones
I haven't won in a year


Summer
One hundred degrees
The ceiling fan clicks


3:59
The bed still not made
Dull light spills through the closed window


Photographs
I should have grown out my bangs
When I was eight


Bathroom mirror
Happy Christmas sign
Half worn off


Lunch out
I have never
Put a straw in a coffee cup before


Grandparents house
Crooked pictures on the wall
The trees are more dead than alive


Hot outside
My favorite movie
Lies temptingly near


Infinity
A pile of computer paper
Translucent and endless

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Virtual M&M's to all those who 'got' the title of this post. :-)

5 comments:

Lynn Bruce said...

The Queen should like all Beehive visitors to imagine the mock drama with which these little gems are often performed by the poets responsible (not to be confused with 'responsible poets').

The little book of haiku by Gary Hotham is entitled:
Breathmarks: Haiku To Read In The Dark.
It was intended to be serious haiku, one supposes. It was, rather, the cause of raucous Beehive hysterics.

SO, upon reading... er umm... snorting and cackling our way through it, Fa-So-La-La and Shieldmaiden wrote a little parody entitled:
Breathstrips: Haiku To Read After Drinking Coffee.

From thence cometh the gems in this blog entry.

Bedtime
Daughters blogging
Silly syllables infect cyberspace

Lynn Bruce said...

Oh, one more thing. As you know by now, the Queen left proof of having gotten your reference waiting for you on your computer screen. Such a clever Queen. You may leave the M&M's next to her laptop, in a small bowl and with a napkin (as they DO melt in your hands, regardless of what they promise), and please note that the Queen prefers peanut to plain. Protein is important. (Being your mother, she should expect real ones rather than the virtual variety. ;-)

Revealing the source of the reference so soon would spoil the fun. The Queen will thus "give the others a chance to exhibit" (there's yet another literary reference to puzzle over).

Such clever girls. Now, dears, do go write some *good* poetry. We know you can. Consider it today's composition assignment. You may leave it on the Queen's desk, next to the M&M's.

Anonymous said...

Got it. Both references, "Mr. B". Thanks for the m&ms.

Headmistress, zookeeper said...

The Common Room people have been pretty busy this week- the nevvies and nieces are in town sans parents, and spring break is over for the Head Girl. I am not sure she's been able to interrupt her studies for more pleasurable reading.
Not wanting to spoil it for guests who may visit your blog after I do, I am giving the answer in this link:
http://www.bartleby.com/101/634.html

Very delightful reading this morning, Beehive. Thanks.

X said...

How those M&M's plague us. Yet they seem to keep life running. Especially at HH. :)
Thanks for the fun read Fa-So-La and Shieldmaiden. Will be around.