Actors are supposed to act like normal people, but more often than not it's the other way round.
– Leonard Blumfeld
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Witticism
– Leonard Blumfeld
Friday, October 16, 2015
Throwing sand into the wind
She went to the sandy beach to throw sand into the wind.
She threw sand.
She threw more sand.
She kept throwing sand.
Into the wind, which was sometimes stronger
and sometimes milder
and sometimes blew the sand into her face.
"Why are you doing this?" a voice said.
"It's a statement."
"What kind of a statement?"
"It's a concept."
"What kind of a concept?"
"It's art."
"But there's no-one around to watch it."
"That's part of the concept."
"I see."
"Plus there's always the universe and eternity."
– Leonard Blumfeld ((c) 2015)
She threw sand.
She threw more sand.
She kept throwing sand.
Into the wind, which was sometimes stronger
and sometimes milder
and sometimes blew the sand into her face.
"Why are you doing this?" a voice said.
"It's a statement."
"What kind of a statement?"
"It's a concept."
"What kind of a concept?"
"It's art."
"But there's no-one around to watch it."
"That's part of the concept."
"I see."
"Plus there's always the universe and eternity."
– Leonard Blumfeld ((c) 2015)
Thursday, October 15, 2015
About A. H.
What a nasty, greasy character to have ignited this hellish chapter in the history of mankind.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Written around the words greasy, hellish and ignite from 3WW.
Note
No need to explain who this refers to. At least I should hope so.
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
My jewelry is missing
Endless GIF loop created from a scene from Lost Highway by David Lynch. Starring Patricia Arquette.
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Doggone it
I've got the blues a-
gain. It is infectious, the
meanness of this world.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Notes
Not really needed. Could give you a long list of things that are wrong with this world – if you insist.
gain. It is infectious, the
meanness of this world.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Notes
Not really needed. Could give you a long list of things that are wrong with this world – if you insist.
Sunday, October 4, 2015
Today’s misread haiku
So it was the mush-
room’s black underpants that made
me smile and write this.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Note
Sometimes misreading something results in something more interesting than the intended word. Anyway, what I was supposed to read was “of the mushroom’s black underpleats” in Amy Newman’s poem Sylvia Plath Is in Paris with a Balloon on a Long String. That’s rather stating the obvious. We all know that mushrooms tend to be dark on the underside, even though it might not occur to just anyone to call that “black underpleats”. But a mushroom with black underpants – now that’s something that makes a leap as prescribed for poetry by Robert Bly.
room’s black underpants that made
me smile and write this.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Note
Sometimes misreading something results in something more interesting than the intended word. Anyway, what I was supposed to read was “of the mushroom’s black underpleats” in Amy Newman’s poem Sylvia Plath Is in Paris with a Balloon on a Long String. That’s rather stating the obvious. We all know that mushrooms tend to be dark on the underside, even though it might not occur to just anyone to call that “black underpleats”. But a mushroom with black underpants – now that’s something that makes a leap as prescribed for poetry by Robert Bly.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
A preposterous situation haiku
Supporting the weight
of the clouds. You’ve been doing
it for years, my girl.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Note
If there’s one kind of poetry I don’t like it’s the type that attempts to blow up a perfectly normal situation into something “poetic” (and subsequently usually asking rhetorical questions along the lines of “why oh why is this happening to oh so sensitive poor poor me”). Sometimes I picture these poems hitting their author in the face like a balloon burst from overinflation with all that fake meaning.
of the clouds. You’ve been doing
it for years, my girl.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Note
If there’s one kind of poetry I don’t like it’s the type that attempts to blow up a perfectly normal situation into something “poetic” (and subsequently usually asking rhetorical questions along the lines of “why oh why is this happening to oh so sensitive poor poor me”). Sometimes I picture these poems hitting their author in the face like a balloon burst from overinflation with all that fake meaning.
Monday, September 28, 2015
Friday, September 25, 2015
The Dr. Who haiku
Buzz. “Who is it?” “Who?”
“Doctor who? What do you want?”
“Ah, Dr. Woo! Nín hăo!”
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Notes
The fun(ny)/weird haiku keep coming.
Short as usual and mercilessly.
Again with dialog. Against the rules.
(Nín hăo = hello in Chinese.)
“Doctor who? What do you want?”
“Ah, Dr. Woo! Nín hăo!”
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Notes
The fun(ny)/weird haiku keep coming.
Short as usual and mercilessly.
Again with dialog. Against the rules.
(Nín hăo = hello in Chinese.)
The spy novel haiku
Dedicated to Len Deighton
Shot in the arm vein.
“Now speak the truth.” Was this to
be the end of me?
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2015)
Note
This was inspired by various things I read, saw and associated this morning. Plus there are these novels in 3, 4 or 5 words going around. This one has 17, so it can be called an epic. And it can pride itself of having dialog, which is rare for a haiku.
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