Friday Haikus: Over Fish and Onion

[At El Parquettos, Miraflores, Lima Perú]

Part Three (5-11-2007)
Youth

Lovely young girls walking by
Along the park sidewalks
With tight pants on

#1831


Osama


Osama bin Laden
Looks fiercely west
Hungering for inter vengeance

#1832




Lima Ball Game

Looking forward to tomorrow
Feeling great!
Ballgame, I’m Godfather

#1833




A May Afternoon
(at the park by Miraflores)

May, afternoon
Can’t find the sun
Must be in the rest room

#1834



Autumn’s Chill

No rush, but its coming
Winter’s chill on my
Autumn’s table

#1835

Comments: For some poets in the early 50s, writing Haikus was a study in nature, and speculation on the form of the Haikus, a practice you could say, thus, perhaps losing some of the essence, the fresh lake aroma they usually have, for the reeking sweat of mountain climbing, turning the diamond shaped Haikus into rhinestones. Many tried to produce a fancy free expression in them, not sue if this was good or bad, just new. Not sure if I can call those Haikus’ either. The Japanese artists of course do the best job for the Haikus, but somehow one can also lose the affect in being too rigid. Sometimes it is a compromise. In ‘Fish and Onions’ we drop the normal 17- syllables, for affect.


Fish and Onions

I felt like a cat today—
Eating fish and onions
Almost licking my saucer

#1836




Saturday Haikus: At the Game

(5-21-2007)


At the barbershop

For an once of fame
The youth of today
Will do almost anything

Even part the waters of heaven
To swim in hell—!

#1837

Comment: Watching T.V., while my wife is getting a haircut, brought some deep thinking to my head, it is 11:52 AM, and the ballgame just got over, about twenty-minutes ago. (5-12-2007)
The Toilet

Ballplayers are still arriving
—wonder where the toilet is
I’ll wait.

#1838


We Won 5 to 1

Howl like a hoot owl
The ballgame goes on
Like a dust storm

#1839 (4:53 PM)

Thursday Haikus: Lunch at the Café
[At El Parquettos, Miraflores, Lima Perú]

Lima Sun

They say, sun until June
—In Lima, Peru
What if they’re wrong?


#1823 (5-10-2007)) When we count on something or one too much, we normally get disappointed somewhere down the road; expectations unmet I call them, and sorry to say, we become disappointed in others and suffer for that, perhaps we need to look at things and people as less than perfect.))


Lunch at the Café

Worthless! Worthless!
— Spaghetti today
Like a lake full of rain

#1824


Silverware

Silverware clashing!
Behind my back
Like birds out of tune…!

#1825
(at El Parquettos)


Commentary on From: Here we see the use of Haikus as (almost) epigrams, yet within keeping the grace of the haiku, and close to its form (the three lines, syllables are relatively close, if not 17-sylables, but the stress is not in keeping it uniform with the Japanese style Haikus, it is in keeping with the simplicity of the glorious day God has given, just one Thursday in so many.




Time Travel

Well, here I am again,
Its 2:35 PM (at the Café);
What month is it?

#1827


Sleep

One of the greatest gifts
God has given me—!
Is sleep! Beautiful sleep!

#1828

Rotten Poets

The minds of Ginsberg and Burroughs
Was full of nasty thrills
With young boys

#1829


Café Blues

Soupy Skies—
Crossing over the open café
Becoming too pale to write

#1830



Allen Ginsberg spoke of Kerouac as the master of the Haiku, I now care to refute this; first of all Ginsberg was perhaps the worse and most unclassy poet that has ever lived, and Kerouac, although good with spontaneous prose, was far from a master of the Haiku; the best I can say is he was the master of his own style of Haiku, and that alone. If he did anything, he lowered the Haiku to a windmill, where at once it was a skyscraper.