What comes down to us?
Issa’s 20,000 poems
Don’t contain the man.
What comes down to us?
Issa’s 20,000 poems
Don’t contain the man.
Hot sparks of the mind -
Small, brief illuminations
Expressed from darkness.
Some old Zen masters advised students:
“If you see the Buddha, kill him!”
Let’s use this technique on “haiku”,
particularly the “true” ones.
Micro poetry is not haiku,
or even taiku.
A new medium evolving to adapt to the twitter.com environment.
I call my tweets (not a word that my barbaric yawp should utter over the roofs of the world)
TWITTERKU
only in flattery to my micropoetry heros and lovers.
I write in the 5-7-5 format, not in ignorance or bondage, but because I enjoy chaffing
(& in homage to Issa).
Other micropoets
(perhaps even nanopoets operating at the atomic level)
may call their tweets whatever they please.
Verse comes unbidden,
But not without receiving
Warm invitations.
First snow:
not even enough to hide
all the dogshit.hatsu yuki ya furi ni mo kakurenu inu no kuso
Issa please come talk
Of the ordinary mind
In 17 vowels.