Back in the day when I was a lousy roustabout, there I was, spinnng my heels, sippping a pint a a Victoria BC bar, name unremembered, when who do I meet but Robin Skelton, whose book I had just purchased yesterweek. It was called `Islands, Poems in Japanese Meter' or something like that. I bloody well consumed that book, bus ride up to Prince George, there to work in the bush coupla months, make a shitload of money. So don'tcha go sussin me bout haiku!None of these sentences fit the metre of haiku, and were not intended as such. Good to have a creative mind reading, though.Simply pondered the imagery. Imagining this canal (not the Grand Canal, but an offshoot, dashikou (大市口) 镇江。) Littered with corpses.Speaking of rebellions, I sometimes ask my students what the hell was the Taiping Rebellion all about. Reply `Don't know much about it'. If it ain't on Douyin it don't exist.Ever been in a Chinese supermarket surrounded by shelves of Chinese vinegar(quote)
Sounds like a tale of ethnic violence. The Bai Mi Cu Rebellion or some such.
In one account I read of the Taiping Rebellion, in Zhenjiang, where I was living at the time, it was stated that corpses so filled the canal that people crossed the canal walking on the rotting corpses that filled the canal. I used to ponder that every time I took the bus downtown and crossed the canal.
What did you ponder? The corpse walk itself? Filling the canal with fresh cadavers? Both?
Hey! That's a misintentional high-coo, like what the Japanee write. Them and creepy art-major chicks in college.
Ponder the imagery/Imagine the canal/Littered with corpses
Actually almost no haiku in English fit any meter. Somebody vapes their hash oil, mutters a couple of sentences, then splits that up into three lines and, Viola! Instant haiku on toast!
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I'll brand haiku on yer backside in cuneiform script and use rusty irons if the whim overtakes me. I am the Grand Master of Haiku Hapkido.
THe world is just a branding iron/ The world is just a branding iron/ And ow! And ow!
[/quote]There's a Monty Pythong skit in here somewhere. I am checking the underpants now.