August 18, 2006
55Friday: The "Monkey Gone to Heaven" EditionHaiku
Today is Friday and on most Fridays at the Mutiny, we write flash fiction. Co-ink-i-dinkily, today is also August 18th and thus, a very special holiday. It’s Bad Poetry Day!
Bad Poetry Day is a day to create some really bad verse. But, why you ask? Perhaps, the answer is simply “because you can”. Maybe, it exists to allow us to better appreciate good poetry. Or, perhaps it is to be written to irritate someone…the intention is to gather a group of old high school friends, and write some really bad poetry. Then, send the poetry to your old high school teacher. Wow!, That sounds like a lot of fun…[linkage]
Indeed, it does, especially if you ignore that part about sending it off to a teacher— I mean really, who has the time?
The last time the Mutiny did anything collaborative with poetry, it was Valentine’s day and we invited you to submit haikus; since you enjoyed that so much, I thought I should encourage you to write more of those spare, elegant poems, especially if it means that people who normally don’t 55 can participate in our creative corner of Sepiadom.
Many of you ask me either in person or via email, “but how do you write one of those 55 things?” To which I generally and unhelpfully respond, “You just…do. MS Word. Wordcount. Before you know it, you’ve got 65 words and then you find yourself doing some careful pruning.” The reaction to this incoherent response is almost always further confusion or frustration. Well, it may seem daunting to tell an entire tale using less than five dozen words, but what about a three-line work of art? You could manage that, right? It’s a mere 17 syllables (arranged thusly: 5-7-5), you can so do it.
Annnnnd, I think I’m done here. I have one of the most addictive college rock hits EVER happily lodged in my head, you have TWO options to get busy in a thoughtful, literary way and we all have fantastic reading material to look forward to…right, Kobayashi-san? Any mentions of
- snakes
- the Confederate flag
- planes
- macacas
- noose-lovin’ Senators
- Tunisia
- hairstyles which are all "business in front, party in the back"
- fake-ass-cowboys
- Palos Verdes
- the power of the interweb (in both of those situations!)
- Samuel L. Jackson
anna on August 18, 2006 01:20 PM in Haiku · T·r·a·c·k·b·a·c·k address · Direct link · Email post
Snakes on the plane, Sir?
Me macaca snake charmer
No problem only
George Felix Allen
Wants to help you macacas
Get back in your tree
The Scots gone native!
Twas said of the white mughal,
Baron McCacca.
Down Mexico way
the Indians press for name-change:
Ciudad Moaxaca!
(let's hope secret hummus lover shows up :))
very bad calling
brownies macacas today
cuz we are fighters
So-called Macacas,
You descend from Kings and Queens
Liberate your mind!
Batman did utter
by Gangas sacred water:
holy macaca!
s'macaca today,
but s'yacaca tomorrow.
no caca is safe!
confederate flag
nooses galore hang on wall
calls himself 'shithead'
the macacas shout,
"get these motherfucking snakes
out of the senate!"
senator allen
you are a snake on a plane
poisonous venom
JINX! Buy me a porsche! :D
My fighting style is:
Snake in the Monkey's Shadow
Fangs out, macacas!
George Allen knotty boy
sticks his head in a tight noose
spanking his tiny macaca
Many macacas watched you on you tube
As my left-hand let my middle-finger steal some lube,
You could be eaten since you got no soul
Perhaps spend a vacation in satan's but**ole.
Not a Haiku, but still a verse. I think.
"The path of the righteous Macaca is beset on all sides
By the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil Senators
Blessed is the Macaca who, in the name of charity and good will,
Shepherds the weak Macacas through the valley of darkness,
For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost kutti-macacas
And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger
Those who attempt to poison and destroy my brother macacen.
And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."
I can't innovate
Allen's a snake on a plane
call me MaKaavya
Now I've been saying this caca for years, and if you ever heard it meant your kundi. Never gave much thought to what it meant, just some coldblooded caca to say to a macaca before I popped a cap in his kundi. I saw some caca this morning, made me think twice. See now I'm thinkin', maybe it means you're the evil macaca, and I'm the righteous macaca, and Mr. 9 Milimeter here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous kundi in the valley of darkness. Or it could mean you're the righteous macaca and I'm the shepherd-macaca and it's the world that's evil and selfish. Now I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil macacas. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd - Jules Varma "Pulp Kadha"
in honor of bad poetry day:
incurious george, feeling big in his boots
wanted to give down-home folks hoots
espying a brown man he did holla
welcome to virginny, my macaca
now george is feeling ornery and sad
merde! did my maman learn me mighty bad?
sitting in his corner with dunce cap on
he wonders: can race now be won?
I see your haiku and raise you a limerick...:)
A noose loving senator's in caca,
for having used the term macaca.
Not just once but thrice,
and on camera, how wise.
So now he gets to suck it, the fucka.
Gettin' Irish with it, are we? Well I've got a little sum'n for ye...
There once was an undiplomatic Senator,
who learned filth from his French progenitor.
He insulted his opponent's tracker
with an awful slur for those blacker,
now Allen's ass is what bloggers are gunnin' for...
Newest Bollywood Thriller:
Air India flight to Dulles
macacas on a plane
George Allen jostles
In his practised racist style
Macaca hits fan
Mullet, add chutney
And Confederate Allen
Rants as campaign ebbs
(Take the first letter of each word. It spells "macaca - race")
webb crushes allen
in the virginia races
all well in the world
Land of macaca
Old times there not forgotten
Look away, desis
"World Trade Center" sucked
Best 9/11 movie
Is "Snakes on a Plane"
branch dravidian, those two are excellent!
Ha has no mullet.
Diademed sifaka hai,
Macaca nehin.
thottakaran - ROTFLMAO!
He creeping in for killing,
Unfortunately, security camera is catching his picture,
Headline: Cereal Killer is Macaca.
macacas got mad
MSM caught on a bit
bucky done gun now (?)
(only figuratively speaking, of course, at most -- no violence from this flautist. and only if someone figures out what it means.)
Oh, Allen sir,
Oh don't you cry for me
Sure I come from Macacaland
But I've a laptop on my knee
Mul-hawk - twelve dollars
Videotape - five dollars
Take down Allen - priceless