Subj: Re: A little group to compensate for senior miscounting; more on KK
Date: 1/13/03 9:42:35 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: DaJoShap
To: DCLEHMAN
Let the breeze of So What
Blow through you, said the masters:
Now it does: And so?
Kenneth liked the Rules:
But preferred smashing them Smash!
Why count? Huh? Go Fish!
If I could love all
The way I worshiped Her once
I'd be a Saint Paul!
If I loved each Thing
The way I adored that Girl:
Spinoza would sing!
That's my Father—there!
No, just a butterfly re-
turning to its branch!
Op illusions
Are not haiku? What say you?
Everything's haiku
Black holes, flat screens:
Is a new word poetry?
Old snow falls slowly–
Don't tease me, young Dave!
Let's plop like Ken into pond
Make happy sound wave! [DS, 1 / 13 / 03]
Haiku Heaven
Date: 1/13/03 7:15:47 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: DCLEHMAN
To: DaJoShap
CC: DCLEHMAN
Even the master
of So What has off days, days
off, days of fire.
O for a muse of
fire on this green lake of
snow in the mountains.
We no can count but
why keep account of our
haiku transgressions?
A bird's eye disturbs
this winter landscape of hills
like white short stories.
On the other hand,
one thing's left to do, to say:
I've forgotten what. [DL, 1 / 13 / 03]