May 17, 2006
If you're reading thisHaiku
If youre reading this, you are reading a poem, and you are worried it will be one of those poems, the kind that is confusing, precious, and obscure. The kind someone makes you read.
If you’re reading this, you’re choosing to do so, probably wondering whether poetry is worth your time and energy, since “normal” writing is much more rewarding, and the weekend is coming up. It is a good question to ask while you’re reading this.
If youre reading this at work, you are thinking about your boss discovering that you spent the whole afternoon dawdling on the internet. But your timepass is our business, so please keep dawdling. Your boss needs to read this too.
If youre reading this, and I hope you are, you may be waiting for me to get to the point.
If youre reading this, Im thrilled. I thought Id lost you at the Capitol steps years ago, on a day when everything ended too soon, and no one had any knowledge at all of the hard road ahead. But you disappeared that day into a mosh pit, and its really quite unlikely that youre reading this.
If youre reading this in a beautiful room with a view of the ocean, I am probably envious of your life. I am resigned to rocking the suburbs.
If youre reading this, I want to impress you this time around. I know the last thing I wrote wasnt so hot, though it had some good bits, if I do say so myself. I know youre busy, and youre probably just skimming anyways, so Ill keep it short.
If youre reading this, are we friends again? Im sorry for what I did, and I take back what I said.
If youre reading this in China, you may be breaking the law, but its a stupid law, so Im glad youre reading this.
If youre reading this in Delhi, Bombay, Chennai, or indeed, Taiwan, either Im asleep right now, or youre up very late at night, or were both awake, but in rather different moods. Consider the gap in time and space. How can we connect?
If you’re reading this on your mobile phone, you probably have Manish to thank.
If youre reading this looking for lyrical precision and poetic wisdom that is hard and clean and perfect like a diamond, sorry to disappoint you yet again. This poem is only a dusty mirror hanging under the buzz of fluorescent lights in a hallway someone may or may not reach.
If youre reading this in a toilet stall, try coming back here tomorrow around the same time. You know what to do.
If you’re reading this in a literary magazine, then clearly it must be pretty good.
If youre still reading this, thank you for reading this.
amardeep on May 17, 2006 06:27 PM in Haiku · T·r·a·c·k·b·a·c·k address · Direct link · Email post
Can someone tell me what the post was about? I didn't bother to read it.
In one sentence: it was about whether you or not you decided to read it. But I have a feeling you knew that, without reading it, somehow.
I read it Dr Deep. Just pulling your leg.
Cool stuff.
I did read. And I am awake. While I have been awake for a while now, I really didn't read it till now. Thanks muchly. For the linky-love.
Nice, in every sense of the word. And htnaks for the links.
SWOOON. :)
Oh Amardeep,
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
dammit. what's with all the poetry around here? Manish's goodbye post just reminded me of how much I used to love Dylan Thomas and now I'm all depressed.
poetry sucks.
but may my heart's truth still be sung.
This is quality procrastination material, prof.
I read it all. And maybe it was only a poem because you told me it was, but it still made me smile. :)
Fabulous. I just killed 10 minutes of my eight hour slave day! Good stuff...
Do you have mutineer discounts for Villa Shanti? :-)
Some good stuff here, Dr. Singh. Thanks!
Interestingly, I am reading this in China.
I've been a bit of a lurker on SM for some time now, this is my first comment.
Just wanted to let you know, that I did read this, and that at least one person is breaking the stupid law....
A great read, thanks!