Some day I will write something lighthearted, but with all this talk about a so-called "reform" of the nation's health care system, we must not neglect the nation's literary health.
Indeed, on those days when we encounter the harshness of life which itself intersects with the natural rhythmic beauty of the seasons, there is but one literary device to communicate the deepest groanings of the human soul – haiku.
Higher haiku is deeply ingrained in Texas prairie folk, and the love of it has been passed down to me. It's a good thing, because today it was 100 degrees in Dallas and I was pondering why this city exists. As I deliberated the metaphysics of it all, I then realized that the cabbie who reeked of booze was driving off with my wallet in his car.
Then, the following haiku rushed over my soul like a mountain spring and I was whole again:
Thieves
Wallet gone in cab
Sweating, broke but no worries …
Thief gets health care, too.
DC, amazing that you can see the poetry in a moment like this.
ReplyDeleteWatch it. Keep this up and soon Goomba's Women will be after you.
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ReplyDeleteGooomba's women? More likely Goomba's stalkers. I look over my shoulder more than Harry Reid.
ReplyDeleteI've just returned from Dan Lungren's Town Hall meeting in Citrus Heights. It was well-mannered and informative...
ReplyDeleteBUT...
The line to enter must have been 100 yards long. Every 50 feet or so stood a creepy smiling young man handing out booklets and full sized posters being offered for attendees to carry. The cover of the "informational" booklet had a cover depicting Obama shaking hands with Hitler. The poster was 2x3 feet and was a portrait of Obama with a Hitler moustache.
Some folks accepted the booklets, but the posters were totally rejected. That didn't stop the young adults handing out these goodies from appearing at the meeting holding the posters aloft.
A closer look at the items revealed sponsorship by a Lyndon LaRouche organization. A real dirty tricks brigade.
Still warn Texas night
ReplyDeleteFeasted on Lone Star and ribs
Judgment gone, with cash
LMAO, very clever.
ReplyDeleteI've never found you more attractive than I do at this minute, DC.
ReplyDelete..except for your spelling.
ReplyDeleteOh, man ... busted for my spelling. All my life I have been trying to live up to your spelling!! (insert dramatic soap opera outro to commercial).
ReplyDeleteRhod, see how the magnificence of the haiku draws the emotions out. A screed is only 5 syllables away.
Nick's women, Opie? Women? What?! He told me I had to write this or I would get sized for cement shoes and go swimming off the Bay Bridge (Cal). Now, I have to dodge his stalkers, too? I am going to call a lawyer.
Lovelyprism, glad you liked it. I see we are expanding the readership here. Nickie, Rhod, and Co. are so ideological. Me? I am just trying to make sense of the universe which is populated by too many leftists trying to abscond with my liberty and property.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment.
And Nick ... in all seriousness, the LaRouche kooks have been doing that elsewhere, as well. Some one had one of 'em with an Obama-Hitler sign and a LaRouche button. Nancy Pelosi and Co. and their PR machine in the MSM fail to report this. I am shocked. All I have to say is ...
Bad
Nancy Pelosi
Almost fall. Bad, really bad.
But don't forget Reid.
Somehow, it makes sense of all it and I am back on message again.
DC... Of course, my admiration for you is well known. I look at you as a much older, but generous, mentor-for-life.
ReplyDeleteBut this new insight into your feminine side is disconcerting. Like Fresno, it's a place I'd rather not go.
Yes, my lord. We have many such places, as well, but none so loathesome as the Tikrit of Texas -- College Station.
ReplyDeleteKnowing that such places are there (and occasionally visiting ... at high speeds with the windows rolled up) somehow mysteriously explains the beauty of the remaining landscape.
Beauty
Waxman's large nostrils
This fall, where is my klunker?
Parked in his left one.
Close your eyes and have some one read that to you ten times and tell me this doesn't matter.
My reaction is not unlike an ice cream brain freeze.
ReplyDeleteThe screen glows bright white
ReplyDeleteThe blog mill screaming for grist
I cough up hair balls
Time for a nap and a highball.
Brilliant as always. I could never figure out the art of haiku.
ReplyDeleteBill, after this experience, you're being real kind to call it art.
ReplyDeleteHaiku, in fact, means "coughing up hairballs", with the phonetics to match.
ReplyDeleteDC's haiku ode to Waxman is....brilliant.
Actually, it means rolling a hairball... an ancient TÅhoku wedding ritual.
ReplyDeleteDon't deride that which you can not ascertain, Nicholas. Not all of us are born to be poets.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Bill. Indeed, it's Icy Hot for the Soul ... just keep it away from soft skin. Pack a few volumes of that in your bungalow and you won't be able to keep the chicks out, either. Just read it aloud and look knowingly out the window. If they press you for answers, clear your throat, get that faraway look in your eyes and ask, "Did Dylan or the Bay City Rollers explain their lyrics?" They will fawn over you like mad.
And Rhod, I knew you would appreciate my opus nostrilus, with its oh-so-subtle social commentary on the free flow of liberty and air ...
Now, it's time to end your yoga session and warm up for your afternoon screed. Snap to.
Hold on ... I emote once more ...
Congo
What does Bill think, girl?
It's summer. Hillary's ticked.
Bill picks up more girls.
Did somebody say opus?
ReplyDeleteYou overheard DC, Opie...
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