Alfred Joyce Kilmer once wrote “I think I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree.” Personally I don’t get poetry anyway. It doesn’t always rhyme, it’s not to the point, sometimes it’s way too long. But then there’s Haiku, Haiku is poetry for the short attention spanners. Here’s a self explaining haiku from Lynn Whipple (bear in mind that wordpress can’t quite deal with this format of writing):
five syllables here seven syllables right here five again right here
Simple, to the point, 5, 7 and 5 syllables in three lines, how hard is that? Here’s the worlds shortest from John Whipple;
unexplainable meteorological manifestations
So in that spirit I thought I’d present a few about the making of art. One for the studio:
Fighting the tiredness painting through the hot morning brush in my coffee
and one for the outdoors event
bugs biting at dusk arms flailing wildly then bump paint lands butterside down
and one for the road…..
florida roads suck
morons drive way too slowly
and assholes too fast.
i’ll keep adding as i think of them