– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note
Actually, I was going to write about my own silence getting too heavy, i.e. not writing was taking on monstrous proportions. The shriek therefore is this haiku. More of the unheard kind. Like one from the stone monster above.
Photo by Johannes Beilharz, taken at the Monster Park in Bomarzo, Italy.
Writing half-withered
letters to Sea, the under-
standing blue houseplant
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note:
Inspired by a haiku by N. Gutierrez, turned inside out and deformed in other ways.
Photo by Antonio Grosz on Unsplash
He had Brahms and Bruno
Walter – both long dead – engaged in
lively conversation.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note
All true! See James Schuyler’s poem A Man in Blue from Freely Espousing (1969).
Bruno Walter, conductor and pianist (1876-1962)
Johannes Brahms, composer, pianist, conductor (1833-1897)
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note
There are some, mostly male chauvinists, who proclaim that they were meant to be hunters (while women were meant to be gatherers, of course) and that the failure of many men in current society can be explained by the alienation that is due to them not being able to go after their hunting business. So I pictured this return to nature for myself for a second, did a mental reality check and quickly returned to contemporary amenities (for example, a computer to write and publish stuff).
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note
The truth and nothing but. The seemingly endless scorchers of summer 2020 have come to a dark and wet end for the time being.
Put the cookie in
your mouth, sip coffee, wait
until soggy, down.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note
There are people with dunking problems, e.g. if the cookie disintegrates when dunked in the coffee (or tea or milk or whatever). Follow the above haiku to avoid this. Try it!
PS: I was going to write “down the hatch” instead of “down”, but that would have violated haiku rules.
Played around with one of Jennifer Dewalt's sites called Leave A Note.
These are notes I left:
No idea why I was thinking of the Beatles, but this sure was fun, like many other of her sites.
By the way: The correct reading sequence is to start from the bottom.
Oh no! What now? So
we’re fucked? Can’t be all true, no
way, Ho Say! Right-ho.
– Leonard Blumfeld (© 2020)
Note
I seem to remember having written and posted a monosyllabic haiku (don’t remember it or what it might have been about – but I have a chronically bad memory for things I’ve written, so nothing new there).
Well, here comes another one. It cheats a little bit, because José actually has two syllables. However, I don’t think this will upset anyone excessively.
Anyway, the general bias goes well with this year, which might go down in history as a year that was effed up in many ways.
PS: Did research and found the other one.
