This is not a journal about quilts, but I am enthusiastic about them.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
I Only Regret It Isn't a Haiku
Today during afternoon snack a five year old boy, one of my favorites, casually spoke what I immediately recognized to be a poem, short but profound. The title is mine.
America I know what's good for you: Milk and Apple Pie. I can make a fist.
I recently came across a book of Jack Kerouac "haikus" in a used bookstore. He decided he didn´t have to follow the 17 syllable structure as long as his poem honored the essense of the haiku form, or something. Tell your little friend he´s way ahead of his time, either as a literary pioneer or as a complete douchebag.
that's beautiful.
ReplyDeletegod bless you, america.
I recently came across a book of Jack Kerouac "haikus" in a used bookstore. He decided he didn´t have to follow the 17 syllable structure as long as his poem honored the essense of the haiku form, or something. Tell your little friend he´s way ahead of his time, either as a literary pioneer or as a complete douchebag.
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