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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 16, 2009 22:25:10 GMT -5
Yes, Haiku. Info here, en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Haiku. Why? Because it's an excellent short form of poetic prose. It's an excellent way to practice prose writing because of it's very structure. If nothing else, practicing Haiku will force the writer to become more economical, descriptive, and funny. Mostly because it's impossible to write a 5 syllable line, a 7 syllable line, and another 5 syllable line without coming across as slightly ridiculous. But it's fun as Hell and slightly addicting. Just don't forget the winter/fall theme. I think it's symbolic for the solitude and loneliness...possibly bareness of the human soul. Well, the Jap soul anyway. Obsoive. Thermometer drops. The shoppers return to home. Walmart half off sale.
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 17, 2009 16:33:57 GMT -5
To continue with our wondrous sojourn into Hai...Hai...HAIKUUU!! Gah. I seem to have caught the sniffles. Anyway, to continue, here's one that captures the very essence of what it means to be a writer.
Lazy bastard sleeps. Frost writing on winters day. Lonely keyboard dust.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Dec 17, 2009 17:25:40 GMT -5
Thats about it. My stories always get abandoned. I have good ideas and always leap to the next one before finishing one.
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 17, 2009 23:05:46 GMT -5
Then write a Haiku about it.
Unfinished stories. Profits no one but myself. Finish and grow warm.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Dec 17, 2009 23:26:00 GMT -5
I would likely abandone a haiku.
Story Unfinished Another begun oh brother my butt really hurts
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 18, 2009 12:03:21 GMT -5
Seems like you're getting the hang of it.
Drunken Elves Noel. Ramen noodles for my Soul. Coal in my stocking.
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 21, 2009 0:41:40 GMT -5
Hunting in Winter.
Crisp air and hot lead. The bullet finds it's last home. You drive, so I drink.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Dec 21, 2009 5:58:46 GMT -5
Soft drink, tooth decay Soft girl, fun time for short term Marry, Kids, Split, child support
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 21, 2009 14:29:14 GMT -5
Dang Floyd, you picked up on this pretty quick. Nice fuggin' Haiku.
Senate pole smokers. Plot to destroy the nation. Christmas vote screws us.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Dec 21, 2009 14:38:12 GMT -5
Imperials Vote Themselves Master, we are the slaves Hark, freedom dies here
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 23, 2009 21:18:50 GMT -5
Christmas stomach blues. Oh so many cookies, oh. My ass hates me now.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Dec 23, 2009 21:37:29 GMT -5
The dog barks too much Shut up stupid dog, shut up! Kick his tail outside!
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Post by Aaron Burr on Dec 25, 2009 1:22:13 GMT -5
Christmas blues for none. Happiness and joy for all. One day for good will.
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Post by Floyd Looney on Dec 25, 2009 11:17:52 GMT -5
It poured from the sky Turning the ground a soft white Christmas Day is come
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Post by Aaron Burr on Jan 11, 2010 22:51:20 GMT -5
Belated return. Bloated carcass in the sun. I belch to greet you.
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