Thoughts, opinions, and ramblings about (broadly) children's literature from my perspectives as a writer, parent, and volunteer elementary school librarian. Plus I post Fibs, Oddaptations and poetry galore, all listed on the right and left hand sides of the blog.
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Sunday, April 02, 2006
Spreading Fibs
Spread Fibs! Write 'em. E-mail 'em. Post them on the Web. Every life needs more poetry.
It was the late radio raconteur Jean Shepard who introduced me to Haiku. Now that my younger relative has exposed me to a kindred form of his invention, I find myself hacking poems for the first time in decades. Thank you Greg; it feels good.
For the record, here is my first -- and probably best -- attempt as a teen at haiku (Shep always talked about starlings as disreputable conspiratorial birds who skulked in the bushes babbling all night):
hush, noisy starlings it is late, and your stories do not amuse me
Fibs are open-ended, unlike haiku. This makes me think that the form would appeal more to Americans than Haikus (still, there's this body of work. On the other hand, fibs still might end up being the fad-of-the-month.
I'm related to you, Max? EXCELLENT! Since I'm in Hollywood, I'm 29, so you must be 30. Love that collection of Haiku, too. We can't let that go unanswered:
Spam. Damn! Pig ears, Salt plus salt, And glistening gel: Nine thousand points on Weight Watchers.
I
ReplyDeleteWent
Camping
This weekend
And came home to find
Greg asking us all to tell fibs
Bugs.
ReplyDeleteRain.
Critters.
Rocky ground.
No indoor plumbing.
Motel 6 looks better to me.
Dirt?
ReplyDeleteTents?
Just too
Primitive.
For me, it's "camping"
When room service stops at midnight.
Damn
ReplyDeleteGreg!
I see
my future
procrastinations:
mis'rable counting syllables
Call It Camp
ReplyDeletein
my
motel
room stinking
of cigars and booze
stoking a circular campfire
my idiot poems smolder in Dante's wastebasket
It was the late radio raconteur Jean Shepard who introduced me to Haiku. Now that my younger relative has exposed me to a kindred form of his invention, I find myself hacking poems for the first time in decades. Thank you Greg; it feels good.
ReplyDeleteFor the record, here is my first -- and probably best -- attempt as a teen at haiku (Shep always talked about starlings as disreputable conspiratorial birds who skulked in the bushes babbling all night):
hush, noisy starlings
it is late, and your stories
do not amuse me
Fibs are open-ended, unlike haiku. This makes me think that the form would appeal more to Americans than Haikus (still, there's this body of work. On the other hand, fibs still might end up being the fad-of-the-month.
I'm related to you, Max? EXCELLENT! Since I'm in Hollywood, I'm 29, so you must be 30. Love that collection of Haiku, too. We can't let that go unanswered:
ReplyDeleteSpam.
Damn!
Pig ears,
Salt plus salt,
And glistening gel:
Nine thousand points on Weight Watchers.