New Haiku Challenge
Taking a break from my Roller Derby, I began to think again about haiku’s. Somewhere in my cerebral wanderings, my mind entered the world of Cole’s Notes (or whatever you used to get a quick synopsis of a novel you had to read in high school or university but never seemed to find enough time) and then to all the books I wanted to read and how, even if all those books were in Cole’s Notes, I still wouldn’t have had enough time (I did go to a bookstore today, perhaps that's what set me off). Putting 2 +2 together (Dostoevsky’s “Notes From Underground” excluded of course – read it and you’ll get my comment), I thought “wouldn’t it be great if there were haiku versions of some of literature’s great works?”. So, I have decided to take some of my favourite reads, put it into the 17 syllables of a haiku and offer it to folks who want to know what a book is all about but can’t find the time to read it. I am also issuing a challenge to all of you in cyber land to send me your haiku versions of your favourite books (James Joyce’s “Finnegan’s Wake” would be a good start).
So, without further ramblings, here’s a couple to stew over:
Franz Kafka’s “Metamorphoses”
awoke dung beetle
parents conceal from friend’s view
son laying in room
Albert Camus’ “L’Etranger”
mother died today
no sympathy, shot Arab
beach, hero absurd
Taking a break from my Roller Derby, I began to think again about haiku’s. Somewhere in my cerebral wanderings, my mind entered the world of Cole’s Notes (or whatever you used to get a quick synopsis of a novel you had to read in high school or university but never seemed to find enough time) and then to all the books I wanted to read and how, even if all those books were in Cole’s Notes, I still wouldn’t have had enough time (I did go to a bookstore today, perhaps that's what set me off). Putting 2 +2 together (Dostoevsky’s “Notes From Underground” excluded of course – read it and you’ll get my comment), I thought “wouldn’t it be great if there were haiku versions of some of literature’s great works?”. So, I have decided to take some of my favourite reads, put it into the 17 syllables of a haiku and offer it to folks who want to know what a book is all about but can’t find the time to read it. I am also issuing a challenge to all of you in cyber land to send me your haiku versions of your favourite books (James Joyce’s “Finnegan’s Wake” would be a good start).
So, without further ramblings, here’s a couple to stew over:
Franz Kafka’s “Metamorphoses”
awoke dung beetle
parents conceal from friend’s view
son laying in room
Albert Camus’ “L’Etranger”
mother died today
no sympathy, shot Arab
beach, hero absurd
posted by Ed Meers @ 1/05/2006 05:00:00 p.m.
1 Comments:
At 5:08 p.m. ,
Anonymous said...
my brother crossed the bridge with
a priest from the east
in season, in peace, in each.
memories of mill creek crossing gandalf-wise and a sicilian orthodox near where we swam or
i once dropped my wagonwheel and cried, the brother led me across other bridges and up trees and to make friends with the boys who beat him up and i will not play the piano with him, but he has peace and i work in prison, so we share monty python and harpo marxism.
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