I’m down here in Annapolis visiting with Meg as she recovers from her injuries. I am able-bodied, but her lovely doting parents make me feel like I could take a week or two off and make their house a little retreat of sorts. I haven’t written a Friday Haiku in a while, so here goes:
Meg’s Grecian in-
juries are assuaged by co-
pious opiates.
Vuvuzelas buzzzzzzzzzzz.
Annoy the grown men on pitch.
Buzzzzzzz, I say. Buzzzzz buzzzzz.
Charlotte Ann O’Neill:
smaller than a bread box and
bigger than the world.
I am completely impressed with the volume and quality of submissions I received from many of you when I asked yesterday for photographs of telephone and electrical wires. You all can take a picture! I can’t thank you enough, and I want to remind you that this series won’t be ending anytime soon. So, if the mood strikes you or inspiration calls, please keep those pictures coming.
The painting on the left is one I did today, from a photo that Deanne took the other day in Colorado. It’s not finished, but it’s close.
Here’s my Friday Haiku:
Pictures of wires have
been dutifully received
via satellite.
Ph. D. parties,
stork delivery systems
are our weekend plans.
So here’s the mural after day two. It’s coming along pretty nicely, and I think I’ll be finished by Sunday evening. I’m happily tired and about to sit down with my pregnant married friends for lasagna and wine. We’re all in our pajamas. I’m pretty stoked.
No haiku today;
I can’t count to seventeen.
Oh wait, yes I can!
Neither paint nor brush
have a dog in this fight. Just
me: the matador.
Lovely weather and
Marina Abramovic.
You’re something, New York.
This is a very special edition of Friday Haiku. Earlier in the week, my mom, Chris O’Neill (pictured, left), sent me an email of two haikus she wrote. I’m pretty sure they were in creative response to my weekly haikus. I’m publishing her haikus for two reasons.
The first reason: these are really amazing haikus.
The second reason is because she demonstrates with these poems the best reason to make art: as a response to something that sticks with you. She reads my blog and starts thinking about haikus. She’s at her desk, in her car, starts putting stuff together, counting on her fingers. Next thing you know? Really flipping awesome haikus, you dig? Thanks, Mom!
So without further ado, Friday Haiku: Chris O’Neill, author:
1.
Love fish fry Fridays
crowded hall who wants the perch
potato pancakes!
2.
Sunday brunch friends food
bloody mary beer chaser
omelet your way hey
The flowers blooming
need no watch, no calendar
to know spring is near.