a wheel
is not just a circle
there is structure
there is spokes
there is direction
paths and roads
notes… strictly a writer nerd thing here, ever just right something and totally forgot you wrote it into existence ? yeah, this is one of those, just something like a common sense poem, a throwaway of sorts, simple and short, like haiku but not…
music ? ok, I’m on that…
haiku 5/3/5 form… and damn do I love minimalism sometimes…
“a crumpled up note
frozen words
I never gave you”
written in my car tonight, driving home, as usual, the words wrote themselves…
music to muse by… Taylor Deupree – Stil (full album), hypnotic, thought induction…
original:
I should be inspired
by the shoots of grass
in the cracks
of the sidewalk
Fired up my Haiku-inator 3000 (c), this is the model that can cut an aluminum soda can in half for no apparent logical reason, it can also fry 40 pounds of food without oil, it can chop nuts like nobody’s business, but mostly, just mostly it transforms mundane every day american poetry into haiku, so I browse the instructions (I mean how difficult could it really be, plus I never read the instructions on anything anyway), ok, fold in half, place in tray, press the ‘presto‘ button (I can’t believe the manufacturer is implying there is actual magic involved… oh the hubris), so anyway with some beeps and whirs… and this weird non chromatic clicking, almost like a vending machine vending, out came this…
an inspiration
shoots of grass in the sidewalk
life will find a way
I still have 3 more payments of $9.95 on the thing (I think, I have to check my statement), it is warrantied of course (again, for how long I have no idea), the my pillow guy said I should keep it though, sounds legit…
…if you missed the link I am repeating it, tonight’s musical suggestion that is…
one of those bands that is a like em or not band, I get it, geddy is a bit nasal, they are a bit prog rock, but I guess that is what makes the world go round (well, that and the actual laws of the universe but let’s not get into that right now…)
and I would be remiss if I did not say thanks, for the eyes and the time, all thoughts and such are appreciated, bricks through my car window… not so much.
3/5/3 form, distilled, if you will and you should, if you could, but let’s not dwell…
singular
a bird on a wire
questions me
soft green leaf
enjoy the high life
while you can
the sunset
has an appointment
tomorrow
flowerpot
full with the remains
last season
weaving twigs
the mother cardinal
prepares four
invert trees
the roots have no leaves
like winter
last daylight
certainly overstays
-gone too soon
the dartboard
a clock with no hands
eye will win
notes… technically I wrote this on my porch but it was different from those musings… this is my blog so, I do what I want, If you dig it, I am grateful, if not there is plenty of other grapefruit to ponder.
music... COM TRUISE… that’s all, retro electronica, sounds 80s but yet somehow modern-ish… NJ guy as well so I am partial to that…
3/5/3 form considered “modern” for whatever that is worth…
exhaust fumes
I am stuck behind
concrete truck
a small child
on a bicycle
of his size
as I look toward the flower moon
my heart yearns for that which I know
that which can not last
hope and logic are not bedfellows
and I have a choice with whom to lie
so I beseech you, flower moon
to hear my plea
grant me rights
as I will you the portent to fulfill
bring blooms to night
under pale reflected light
you hold all my eye
and wash away
make me pure again
make me whole again
for winter has lingered far long
within this soul
o’ flower moon
spring rain
in a cemetery
brings life
notes… written tonight while I was watching the punisher on my exercise bike, yeah, inspiration works like that, I say ‘not haiku’ because this is clearly not in the strictest form, but if you are really into the form it has a feel about it, to me, this has the feel, of course you are the judge, jury and likes-a-cuitioner of that.
music? have to recall some odd ball…
yeah, that bass line just rules you, admit it. they had integrity before it was cool. years and years ago….
sometimes nature does the work for me (she’s good like that)
like a swarm of pine
there is the science of ice
look at my windshield
Sometimes I like Haiku, this would be one of those times, the Japanese have a knack for, well, some straight up weirdness, but also for being a crucible when it comes to poetic form.
MAME game of the moment : Strider, yeah I am a retro gamer geek full on, with a tankstick, hey, I work hard, I need to decompress sometimes without the nature bug, the snug feel of an old game, a time machine, that brings me back to my youth, which I still feel young but surely am not, in relation to those times, we can only relate to what we have done, experience is a very personal thing.
music ? sticking to the retro game thing… here is some Bit Brigade, they rock out to old nintendo game music (which I grew up with), they play the background music that would be on as someone plays the actual game… I know, super nerdy, but that’s me (vid games AND guitars ? hello?) !
‘chill and cold takes pace
eyes span the frozen lake
life still finds a place’
one of my usual haunts (not too far from my office)… Franklin Lakes Reservoir, Franklin Lakes NJ
I uploaded a couple of short videos to my Youtube account as well. Even in the frozen lock of winter the swans still gather, this particular pair must be used to humans (feeding them I suppose) as they drifted toward me immediately as I approached, then I backed off a little, no need to fall into the icy water, granted I wanted to get some “cooler” shots but the idea of even crashing into the ice a little was enough to keep me just far enough from the shore, I did walk out onto the boat launch (which is eerie hearing all the creaking and cracking) but those particular photos wound up sucking… oh well. There is always tomorrow, well, until there isn’t one, so with that in mind I am trying to do more and exit my safe space life, the blog helps, it makes me want to venture out a bit more, I am sure I will never be Evel K or Survivorman or maybe not even the chocolate rain guy, but I will certainly be…. me.
Thoughts, pairs of eyes, your time, this time is always appreciated, so I bow and exit stage left for tonight.
‘walk upon a pond
came across a pair of swans
as in summer calm’
faints of snow
trace on the outlines
by the wind
as if drawn
move of perfect form
slight of ice
at this simple act
crystals born
on time and again
to the earth and back
meaning found
and to know a place
moment still
of all that breath’s life
does find grace
Notes… this is the alter Haiku form 3/5/3 with some improv in there… I don’t know why sometimes I write this way when the muse so instructs me so. in the third stanza I am referencing that all water has been recycled countless times here on earth through history, we think of rain as some thing, but it is water that maybe was blood two million years ago, and the last stanza is about that everything finds an end, I hope that is peace, but I know it is an end, either way.
find beauty wherever you may go…(take a look)
12/31/18
in a flowerpot
admire all the beauty
even in the dirt
(OK, I went the haiku way which I usually don’t but when it writes itself, what am I to do ?)
there is nothing new about this year, it is another day, another chance, the ritual has value (renewal if you hold it true), but time, time, the actual thing “time” could care less if you are in summer bliss or winter hiding, remember this. Take a breath, really, take a moment and (STOP) look at the most mundane of things and see the miracles residing there. All the things that conspired in the course of history just for you to read these words (and me to write them) is an amazingly insane concoction… is it all just random? maybe. maybe not. I do not propose to know what creates these things but they are there if you look, it may be all science, and that is fine by me, either way the amazing exists right under our noses, our everyday snouts, if we care to look.
Shades of My Garden 