Unless your knife is hot

Post by **e_dog** » March 29th, 2005, 4:56 pm

frozen butter
impossible to cut
without knocking things over

Post by **stilltrucking** » March 30th, 2005, 6:00 am

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

cinderblock words
divided consciousness
unstable system blues

click X
to close your mind
WYSIWYG

**************************************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

Post by **e_dog** » March 30th, 2005, 6:25 pm

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

Post by **stilltrucking** » April 1st, 2005, 10:34 am

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

Post by **mousey1** » April 12th, 2005, 11:27 am

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

Post by **stilltrucking** » April 12th, 2005, 11:31 am

my tongue is dry
cigarettes and dread
dam it

missing j
her ku beauty
a kick in the ass