Body Mass Chart
June 14: I seem to be totally out of it. I hope I wake up before summer ends. In any case, so as to have an entry today, I'll repeat a small bit of blab I posted a day or two ago to Spidertangle concerning some poems (and a question about them) John M. Bennett had posted there:
Bennett: Now "What would Basho think?":
Grumman: Haiku masters never think.
I think Joyce would admire them, though.
The poems:
AYKU
bendy sorta
lash-like
the stiffened towel
cute you say
paw
flaky
et the plate
shoot
knock
cloud
bush
lack
long
or lung
tongue loop
thud taste
my sctramble
foto
bashy
an tout
crumbulus
mate
ay meat
troth
fumble an crown
dotty
see the grate
don one
sore mate
flung too
lunch street
case of
lave the dottle
sob the storm
yep
fondle use
stun knack
or yes
that’s all
nut clod
better yet
it’s thorn
blow non
clung in the booth
it was sorta silly
fat none
dog dang
one
tube sneezed
my sock
a caw
What I said: "I find many of the poems below inter-referring--'crumbulus' back to another ayku's 'cloud,' for example, nicely allowing all the ayku to share (for me) a country or park sky so I feel I'm glimpsing some kind of picnic going on, among much else. Lots of great word-combinations such as 'tongue loop,' 'thud taste' ( a real favorite of mine), 'flung too' (which I read as being about a 'too' that is flung, rather than about something also flung), 'sob the storm.' The 'a caw' at the end, exactly where it should be, Basho would have had to like. It's haiku at its best."
One intention I had was to show--however slightly--why I liked the poems rather than just that I liked them. I was trying to provide a lesson for one of the Tangle's many gush-founts, Alexander Jorgensen, who had more than once popped off about not liking Bennett's work without giving any objective details as to what he found wrong with it, although it seems probable that he is bothered by its lack of a socio-political conscience.
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