The way I rake the desert :: that would be my poverty
—Grant Hackett
Issue 10.1 | 21 June 2010
Is this new Haiku corollary to that old one?:
The old rake tried to pull it o.u.t.a.m.e ~ But shov.elle sandblown buried, I'm tight as in the antepast.
ahogy a pusztaságot pásztázom :: az lenne az én nyomorúságom
Hoping to be more, vacuous, eccentric, and hopelessly obscure
Cook riffles pages Chantarelles rolled into bowl Scents waft, risers stir Doors soprano hinges swing pitpat scramble, altos yumm
cooked soup of cat on surface under bowl note regulamin how to cook so as soul of tha cat stand in calming
DG A/62/308
coolwater
watercoolthe old light of stars comes to earth from all sides always my prayer greets each newly born and farewells the dying
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June 21st, 2010 at 7:05 pm
Is this new Haiku corollary to that old one?:
The old rake tried to pull it o.u.t.a.m.e ~
But shov.elle sandblown buried,
I'm tight as in the antepast.
June 21st, 2010 at 9:50 pm
ahogy a pusztaságot pásztázom :: az lenne az én nyomorúságom
June 22nd, 2010 at 2:05 am
Hoping to be more,
vacuous, eccentric, and
hopelessly obscure
June 22nd, 2010 at 12:29 pm
Cook riffles pages
Chantarelles rolled into bowl
Scents waft, risers stir
Doors soprano hinges swing
pitpat scramble, altos yumm
July 27th, 2010 at 8:53 am
cooked soup of cat
on surface under bowl
note regulamin
how to cook so as soul
of tha cat stand in calming
July 27th, 2010 at 3:34 pm
DG A/62/308
July 19th, 2010 at 10:30 am
coolwater
July 27th, 2010 at 8:43 am
watercoolthe old light of stars
comes to earth from all sides
always my prayer
greets each newly born
and farewells the dying