Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

frozen butter
impossible to cut
without knocking things over

cry over spilled milk
striking while the iron is hot
concrete abstractions

cinderblock words
divided consciousness
unstable system blues

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**************************************Later

some thoughts on haiku
as if I knew something about it

I liked your ku a lot, reminded me of something that m-t said about "a ku ain't nothing"

something mysterious about ku, like an image snaps mind to mind, I think I even heard your ku, the butter was it on a saucer?

my relply
just word play,
no haiku

the trouble with Imagist poesy is the emphasis alwayson the visual image. what about soundages. and the tactile poem -- how touching!

Iheard a knife clatter against a saucer, I read one about the lacy shadows of leafy trees and I saw the light
on august 6 1945

weird things
nothing cecil calls them
I got lucky once

Your tongue is hot
It cuts me like butter
Severs my mind
My heart

my tongue is dry
cigarettes and dread
dam it

missing j
her ku beauty
a kick in the ass