the above responses are pale mimics of a very
good short poem. does anyone have anything
intelligent ( critical or otherwise ) to say
to the man who wrote the poem?
sign language…
the sweet sweet rhythms
of a silent voice
Jack: “sign language” is on its way to becoming a nice haiku, but, as it stands, it contains at least one “sweet” too many. Mark Twain on the adjective: When in doubt, leave it out.
strange isn’t it, when some rush off in haste. i call this the “don quixote” syndrome, among [literati]
i do not believe jack was being negatively critical of ed’s work. if anything, jack is being [overly complimentary].
it is jack’s critique of the responses which followed, some should take note of.
all-in-all, regardless of each response’s merit, it did my heart good to see the clamors, even though misguided and misdirected …(more later)
“anyone out there, reading my occasional response”, a question i’ve pondered, ed.
“it’s all in fun”, you’d think it would be, especially among those touched by the haiku.
did the (true) masters see themselves as authoritative voices, or in their humble ways, mere contributors, overlooking the detractors; caring only to share life’s little special moments
It was my impression that this site, rather than a slate for “egos” was for sharing the joy, humour, pathos…whatever…spurred by the “guest” showcased on any given day. Personally? Love Ed’s “stuff”, and many others who just happen to stop by.
no mass media, no american idol, no internet,
and backgrounds in buddhism / shintoism, would
lead me to believe that the japanese masters
as we call them probably didn’t see themselves
as masters of anything. point well taken bob.
his spring haiku
i chant and conjure
the dead poets face
Bob et al:
Rather than limitations (“whatever” included) and, whether perceived as ego driven or not, for me it’s simply about the poetry. In particular, this short form, free-style “haiku”. The art, if you will, pure and simple. One could go on ad nauseam about what motivates any of us or any artist for that matter. Something viscerally pleasurable for most I imagine.
ed, your last haiku was rather seasonable. within it, i saw my egocentric driven quest of penning the [perfect] haiku. albeit, i’m very much alive, [what imagine(s)] might my discourse(s) give breath to.(haha)
mixx, your words somewhat [profound] and [perplex] me. i implore of you, “don’t take it personal”
the lengths i go to in expressing that which drives me, leaves even me bewildered.(hahaha)
who knows the ongoings within those deep dark crevices …
trailing
the cemetery
anniversary balloons
so close
grandmother’s cigarette
child’s balloon
waving goodbye…
the balloon becomes
a dot
another birthday
much to swiftly time passes
fades and disappears
the above responses are pale mimics of a very
good short poem. does anyone have anything
intelligent ( critical or otherwise ) to say
to the man who wrote the poem?
sign language…
the sweet sweet rhythms
of a silent voice
Hey there jack, guess what?
Ed’s talent obviously
inspirational
Jack: “sign language” is on its way to becoming a nice haiku, but, as it stands, it contains at least one “sweet” too many. Mark Twain on the adjective: When in doubt, leave it out.
strange isn’t it, when some rush off in haste. i call this the “don quixote” syndrome, among [literati]
i do not believe jack was being negatively critical of ed’s work. if anything, jack is being [overly complimentary].
it is jack’s critique of the responses which followed, some should take note of.
all-in-all, regardless of each response’s merit, it did my heart good to see the clamors, even though misguided and misdirected …(more later)
well, it’s all in fun anyway. i appreciate all
of the comments. it’s enough to know that
somebody reads the piece.
church bar-b-que
sizzling fat punctuates
the preacher’s rap on paradise
ed markowski
“anyone out there, reading my occasional response”, a question i’ve pondered, ed.
“it’s all in fun”, you’d think it would be, especially among those touched by the haiku.
did the (true) masters see themselves as authoritative voices, or in their humble ways, mere contributors, overlooking the detractors; caring only to share life’s little special moments
It was my impression that this site, rather than a slate for “egos” was for sharing the joy, humour, pathos…whatever…spurred by the “guest” showcased on any given day. Personally? Love Ed’s “stuff”, and many others who just happen to stop by.
your words(word) brought this to mind, mixx
ego: the “i” or self as distinguished from the selves of others
in actuality isn’t this the haiku, seen through one’s own eyes, though shared by others through(from) one’s words.
(me) think, too often the guest are too silent.
mixx, are you limiting “whatever”
no mass media, no american idol, no internet,
and backgrounds in buddhism / shintoism, would
lead me to believe that the japanese masters
as we call them probably didn’t see themselves
as masters of anything. point well taken bob.
his spring haiku
i chant and conjure
the dead poets face
Bob et al:
Rather than limitations (“whatever” included) and, whether perceived as ego driven or not, for me it’s simply about the poetry. In particular, this short form, free-style “haiku”. The art, if you will, pure and simple. One could go on ad nauseam about what motivates any of us or any artist for that matter. Something viscerally pleasurable for most I imagine.
ed, your last haiku was rather seasonable. within it, i saw my egocentric driven quest of penning the [perfect] haiku. albeit, i’m very much alive, [what imagine(s)] might my discourse(s) give breath to.(haha)
mixx, your words somewhat [profound] and [perplex] me. i implore of you, “don’t take it personal”
the lengths i go to in expressing that which drives me, leaves even me bewildered.(hahaha)
who knows the ongoings within those deep dark crevices …
Dear Ed,
somewhere
over the rainbow
the Kansas that was
Mitzi Trout
birthday balloons bloat,
freinds and people close flatter,
True love that matters!
very nice haiku on birthday dear markovisky! pen more haiku!
birthday cake…
with one candle
the only red one