Haiku Low-ku
Dec. 11th, 2005 12:26 pmFor the first two weeks of the class, he wouldn't let us write anything but haiku, and we had to turn in a set number after every class. I filled notebooks with them all that fall and winter, even after we'd moved on to another class routine. It was fun and electrifying. I love haiku, I love poetry. I love writing it, all of it. I'm not a good poet , not good enough to make it as a poet. And I don't mean that in a self-denigrating, "kick me again I'm not good enough" way. I mean that I don't have the particular drive and passion to make myself better as a poet. I love it, but it's not the basket I've chosen to put my eggs in.
But it all helps the fiction, I think. Any discipline outside what a writer normally pursues helps expand the mind and the writing muscles. That's the true lesson I learned from Mr. Whatshisname.
my mind does not: just so my
father planted beans.
nice haiku
Date: 2005-12-11 06:15 pm (UTC)a rule of haiku that I constantly violate: the "no title" tradition.
I just can't seem to relinquish that extra few words pinned to the top of my 5-7-5!
Re: nice haiku
Date: 2005-12-11 07:00 pm (UTC)In the Station of the Metro
The apparition
of these faces in the crowd--petals
On a wet, black bough
Re: nice haiku
Date: 2005-12-11 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-11 09:53 pm (UTC)