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Friday, September 16, 2011

Haiku Monday: 9/19/2011

I couldn't find a few things I wanted for the videos below -- and the word lends itself to much more than is represented here. If you're on a PC, right click to open links in a new tab or window:

Prologue

John Renbourn

The French Mistake

What a Pair (pardon the sound)

Rules, as Aunty wrote 'em:

First, of course, is the proper [syllabic] scheme of 5-7-5. Next is the use of Kigo, essentially a seasonal reference. Thirdly, the subkect matter is subjective but oughta have a universal ring to it--the best Haiku (accordin' to the Masters) oughta have an "aha!" moment where the reader/ listener recognizes the moment conveyed. An' a final consideration is a "cutting" --a division of the poem into two independent parts, but each enhances the other.

On visuals: I've changed my tune from the original posting a few hours ago (Aunty, take note). Of course, feel free to post visuals on your blog, but for them to be considered in the context of the haiku contest, please provide a link to them in the comments section along with your haiku. If it's a short YouTube clip or something from Google images or a photo you've uploaded to a Flickr account, whatever. That saves me the time of going back and forth to your delightful blogs and getting consumed with nonhaiku content, which I invariably do.

As I said, I've selected a topic about which I am ignorant, so visuals could help me understand your verse. Links to your blog, though, will not work in your favor, so don't even go there.

Not for nothing am I the czar -- more than a trace of Russian totalitarianism courses through my veins.

But I'm not entirely evil: Post as many haiku as you please, all open for judging. Window for entries closes at 11:59pm, Pacific Daylight Time. That's a minute before 3am Tuesday on the U.S. east coast, and god only knows when sometime next week for our dear friend(s) in Australia.

Have at it, funsters. The theme for Haiku Monday is DANCE.

27 comments:

Aunty Belle said...: Czar? youse not showin' no mercy?

least an editor could do is correct mah typos : subject

But DANCE!! Fun fun....see ya Monday.; September 16, 2011 at 7:30 AM
czar said...: See, Aunty? That's where that dialect stuff'll get you. As an editor I always leave dialect alone, except to query the author. On this side of the factory floor, we never know what's an error and what's intentional. I did fix your "rhyme" scheme, though.; September 16, 2011 at 10:11 AM
Aunty Belle said...: an' a mercy ya did--fer the sake of the neophytes, it needed a clear directive. Thanky.; September 16, 2011 at 10:48 AM
Aunty Belle said...: I'se not an atheist--I BELIEVE in editors!; September 16, 2011 at 10:49 AM
moi said...: I'm traveling for the next few days, but I'll try to participate remotely. Good theme. But now I can't get the Don Henley song out of my head!; September 16, 2011 at 9:50 PM
darkfoam said...: congrats on your most recent win.
i like dance. i will see what i can come up with.; September 17, 2011 at 5:30 PM
grins said...: swaying leaves descend
sun pirouettes on gold and red
the aspen retire; September 18, 2011 at 7:46 AM
chickory said...: very nice Curmudgeon!; September 18, 2011 at 9:43 AM
darkfoam said...: and along the same line as the curmudgeon ....

gusting radiance
pirouetting sun kissed leaves
sighs ... with rake in hand.; September 18, 2011 at 3:53 PM
Fleurdeleo said...: Summer's golden death.
Frenzied tree limbs whip the air
in Autumn's mosh pit.; September 18, 2011 at 6:35 PM
czar said...: Fleur was maid of honor:

Eastertime shindig:
Pair twirls to their chosen tune —
First as bride and groom.; September 18, 2011 at 7:52 PM
darkfoam said...: Back right, left, right scuff ....
sweat trickles and pools in bra.
dog days hoedown stomp..; September 18, 2011 at 9:47 PM
Karl said...: Good night Czar,

Howdy All.

Congratulations on your win last week.

Only one this week. Many in my head, just no time. Dance is a favorite of mine.

Crisp fall breeze, warm hand
Just a quick step and a twirl
Oh sorry, your toe.; September 18, 2011 at 11:21 PM
Aunty Belle said...: Wheeeee--heah we go--such competition already--excellent entires--this is gonna be a tough one.; September 19, 2011 at 8:44 AM
DeepBlue said...: *bows before His Highness*

Good day, Your Majesty! Here's my entry for this week:

Dishin' out

Fine Spoons' arabesque;
Stir, pour, slide, tip-toe, run... Kling!
Light up the candles.

I've never been good with rules.

Amicalement vôtre!
Jon; September 19, 2011 at 9:31 AM
czar said...: @Deep Blue: Don't worry. I've been called far worse. And deservedly so.

:-); September 19, 2011 at 9:55 AM
Rafael said...: Joker's WILD:

OH! Sweet Lucifer!
Writhe in flames of blasphemy
Foolish dance of prey

RafaDe; September 19, 2011 at 3:29 PM
DeepBlue said...: @czar: I'm quite fussy myself with French grammar and spelling!

;)

Oh! Hai everyone! Very interesting offerings so far!; September 19, 2011 at 3:52 PM
moi said...: Thanks to Wi-Fi at 40,000 feet:

Junior high school’s dread:
Palms sweat and knees knock. We are
all a Limburger.; September 19, 2011 at 4:30 PM
Aunty Belle said...: Uncle offers:

It's our senior Prom
so, save the last dance for me-
or walk home tonight.; September 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM
Aunty Belle said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; September 19, 2011 at 7:13 PM
Aunty Belle said...: UNCLE flings couple more:

FALL GAMES

Fourth an' goal to go;
two seconds left on game clock-
Dive play! End zone dance.

YOUNG LOVE

Last dance, hold her tight;
does she feel my heart beating-
Can I steal a kiss?

(groan: Aunty's re-write

Last dance, hold her tight;
does she feel my heart beating?
Aunty: "Thas' sappy." ); September 19, 2011 at 7:37 PM
Princess said...: Apologies for this week, I won't be throwing my hat in the ring... but once a gain the competition is looking fierce...

I love the theme for this week...

Good luck everyone...; September 19, 2011 at 10:18 PM
Aunty Belle said...: HUNTRESS

The owl swoops through chill
night air, mice skitter--Ancient
Choreography; September 19, 2011 at 10:31 PM
CJ said...: Supple, green we cling.
The air cools and the wind blows,
dry and red we fall.

~CoreyJo; September 19, 2011 at 11:29 PM
Pam said...: A late entry, hopefully not too late. My life's dance lately:

Waltz, not a quick step
here at the end of the day.
Tempo picks up soon.; September 20, 2011 at 12:26 AM
moi said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; September 20, 2011 at 8:11 AM

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Brushes with Fame

1. An old friend had to remind me of this one, because he remembers more about my life than I do. When I was a youngster, I threw up on Johnny Carson in an NYC theatre. Would have been in the early 1960s. I have no recollection of the event, but from what my mother said, he apparently handled it well.
2. The family went down to Plains, GA, maybe around 2004 to sit in on Jimmy Carter's Sunday school class. Afterward people could line up for a photo op with the president and Mrs. Carter. As we were in line, Tere (my wife) said, "I'm going to give him a kiss." I responded, "Wonderful. I'll catch up with you after Secret Service breaks your kneecaps." As we stepped up to pose with the Carters, my darling wife, never a wallflower, leans over and pecks him on the cheek. He just smiled and said, "Right on!"
3. Backstage with Stanley Clarke, after Return to Forever performance, Atlanta, 8/2/2008. See photo below.
4. Internationally acclaimed artist Thornton Dial was bribed fifty dollars to let our family give him a ride home; Birmingham to Bessemer, AL. Dial is justifiably suspicious of white folks he doesn't know; actually, I might have to say that's one thing we have in common. I'm always happy when going to a party to see a good dog to engage in proper conversation.
5. Gave a very drunk John Fahey a ride to an Atlanta airport hotel after a depressing performance, during which he became progressively more wasted on stage and basically just babbled more than playing guitar. Among his comments were that his father-in-law offered to give Fahey some money if his wife (the guy's daughter) would lose some weight. The sight of seeing the slump-shouldered Fahey shuffling into the hotel carrying his guitars haunts me still.
6. Lunch with Jane Fonda at Bulloch House, Warm Springs, GA, the morning after she filed for divorce from Massa Ted. The first time I saw her was when she stepped out of the back of the car she was sleeping in at the home of a folk artist we were both going to see: the Prophet Jesse Marshall. (She had apparently been up all night.) Bulloch House is a southern-style buffet, which La Jane took to right away. No healthy eating there. She was quite angered when they removed her plate from the table while she had stepped away before she had a chance to finish what she'd put on there to begin with. After spending some time with our two boys, she offered to adopt them if ever anything happened to my wife and me.
7. Garrison Keillor rode in my car; spoke with him later at apres-performance dessert party, Abingdon, VA. Keillor was invited (paid) to give a fundraising performance at Barter Theatre, the state theatre of Virginia, where my wife works. They needed a big vehicle to pick up Keillor, so they borrowed my Chevy Tahoe. Quite tall Keillor apparently sat in the way back and spoke on the cell phone the entire time (I was not invited to be in the car to pick him up). For a while we could say that our car had his DNA in it, but then we traded it in on a Prius, which gets 48 miles a gallon -- a whole lot better value than having a car where Garrison Keillor once sat. He was very nice after his performance, though -- apparently totally against type. I told him that A Prairie Home Companion used to save my Saturday nights in the early '80s when I was working at the printing plant.
8. Physically bumped into Jack Nicholson upstairs at Sardi's -- the famous Broadway theatre district bar -- 1977; the occasion was an "audition" (that is, a fundraiser) for a play that some folks were trying to get produced. The playwright and composer and two of the leads they had cast were there performing all the songs. Maybe 20 people were there, sitting in folding chairs gathered around the piano. One of the songs was a little ditty called "Tomorrow." The play ended up being Annie. Why, as a 17-year-old, I was invited to this gig is far less interesting, but one of the oddities of my life.
9. A very slight brush. Back around 1978 when I was in college, some friends and I traveled from Atlanta to Huntsville, AL, because, before transferring to school in Atlanta, one of my friends had been instrumental in arranging for Hunter S. Thompson to give a talk at the University of Alabama at Huntsville campus. Because of my friend’s remaining connections at the UAH campus, we knew when Thompson’s plane would be arriving, so we prepared ourselves properly to meet him at the airport—kind of the unofficial welcoming party. So we are positioned in the concourse and see Dr. Thompson’s unique stride coming toward us (along with the official welcoming party of two or three students). There are three or four of us unofficial types—longhaired, eyes glazed, and mostly in awe. My friend says in his most cultured tone, “Ah, Dr. Thompson,” at which point we begin genteel applause, as if we are at a ladies’ tea party or piano recital. Thompson takes one frightened look at us and darts into the airport bar. We follow, and take up our spots at the table next to him and his minders, trying to glean what we can from the conversation, which is virtually impossible, because even at his best, Thompson speech is mostly incomprehensible. After about 15 or 20 minutes, Thompson gets up to leave, stops by our table, and says, “Sorry. I thought you were some of Wallace’s boys,” referring to former governor, presidential candidate, and opportunistic segregationist George Wallace. Looking at us, you would have hardly associated us with Wallace supporters, but we were happy for the moment of attention and humor from the good doctor. When we saw him the next day giving his talk for the students, I’m not sure I understood one of every 10 words he said, but as a brush with fame goes, the trip was well worth it.
10. Added starter: Once when I was ushering at the Fox Theatre in Atlanta (early 1980s), I heard the Grateful Dead perform "Let It Be" for their sound check. Deadheads who've listened to thousands of hours of bootleg tapes assure me that the band never played that song. Well, maybe not during a concert, but I know what I saw and heard, performed for about 30 ushers and the guys at the sound board, who seemed to be more occupied with the lines of coke in front of them. Jerry Garcia and Donna Godchaux singing, if you're keeping score at home.