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Military Vet P.T.S.D. Politiku

The July 5th submission pile-up of “Fireworks & Combat Trauma Politiku” –written by military vets with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder– in response to my July 4th Shout Out– made me feel like a US Postal Service employee on December 26th. Craig Newmark’s and Lily Casura’s superbly written posts had already done an exceptional job of explaining Politiku and PTSD to a large group of readers.

Despite –and perhaps because of this– I pushed for anonymity. Nothing to mess up a job prospect than a Google search connecting an applicant’s name to a widely misunderstood medical condition like PTSD, right?

All anonymous politiku contributors were verified as combat vets with PTSD, by the way. What really made the difference was the fact that Lily had been working with many of these vets through her site Healing Combat Trauma and they trusted her. One of these vets, Angela Peacock, is a former U.S. Army sergeant and Iraq war vet with PTSD, was even comfortable having her name attached.

Although I had no direct contact with Angela during the writing process, Lily informed me that she is a remarkable spokesperson on the topic of female military vets dealing with PTSD. In honor of her willingness to shed some light on this dark and murky issue, Angela is the featured author of the post.

I am posting in hopes that Angela as well as the anonymous vets who have contributed Politiku and every vet in the country now dealing with PTSD, will get access to the resources needed to support their efforts towards recovery.

Angela Woytus-Peacock Politiku
fire lights up the sky/ like old memories burning/ frazz-le-ing my nerves

red white and boom pow/ I can smell watermelon/ old smoke wafting by

staring in silence/ fires are burning inside me/ time to run and hide.

Angela Woytus-Peacock is a former U.S. Army sergeant and Iraq war vet with PTSD.

Anonymous Fireworks & Combat Trauma Politiku
No Fi – Er – Works, No !/ Got P – T – S – D, Need Help !/ Stop War, Fix V – A !

Anonymous Fireworks & Combat Trauma Politiku
some one call the cops/ poor neighborhood kids don’t know / they will find out soon

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July Fourth Politiku Update

Fireworks & Combat Trauma Politiku

Craig Newmark’s recent blogpost about National PTSD Awareness Day inspired me to draft a proposal for a series of Politiku workshops for U.S. Military Veterans dealing with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to combat trauma. Craig referred me to Lily Casura, author of the website HealingCombatTrauma.com for additional info on the topic.

4th of July Fireworks can be stressful, isolating, alienating and outright exhausting for vets suffering from PTSD. Moreover, they may not necessarily be in the mood to the political issues behind their most recent tours of duty with their civilian families who only know what the media tells them and, in all fairness, why should they? Why should one individual be singlehandedly responsible for setting the record straight, given how polarized the issue has become? Given the diversity of perspectives on this issue, how accurate would one individual’s perspective be, anyway?

Most of us –myself included– grew up associating Fourth of July fireworks with excitement. In Washington, DC, Dad, Mom my brother and me would all go to the Ellipse early to place a picnic blanket by the Reflecting Pool and twirl sparklers as the sun set while waiting till 9:30 when it was dark enough for rose shaped streaks to rip open the sky as we cheered. We would then ooo and ah as the twinklies descended on parachutes and then head home in a blissful fume of post grand finale haze. Though each and every family has their variation upon the theme, it seems to me most Americans still honor the 4th in some way involving family and fireworks. It’s an altogether awesome holiday — one of the few in this country that truly everyone can be a part of!

From Susannaspeier.com

For soldiers dealing with combat trauma, however, the explosive blasts can trigger a more visceral fight/flight response because of their similarities to the blasts and explosions experienced in Iraq and/or Afghanistan. Being surrounded by explicit and implicit displays of patriotism and anti-patriotism can further augment a shell shocked combat vet’s sense of displacement.

I want to be clear that Politiku is not therapy. A Politiku writing workshop for vets dealing with combat trauma might be of value to some because it is a journalistic and literary based technique would enable these individuals to condense their complicated, timely and multifaceted experiences into simple and accessible piece of poetry for them to choose to share with others or not.

This Politiku proposal is 21 slides; mostly images. Assuming you’re on vaca don’t wanna be bothered with anything too long and complicated, I assure you that the proposal (embedded below) is a fast, readable and generally un-confusing read and so check it out, okay? Speier July Politiku Pitch

A project like this would benefit the readers as much –if not more– than it would benefit the writers. Politiku written by combat Vets suffering from PTSD has the potential of helping those who might not otherwise be comfortable with this issue due to its complexity and seeming inpenetrability.

The samples in the Power Point proposal — provided by Yours Truly — are my attempt to give a reader a better sense of what a Politiku written by a vet might look like. Here is where the next request comes in:

Submission Call

If you would like to Politiku about vets with PTSD on July 4th and fireworks please post your Politiku in the comment section.

If you are a vet with PTSD and would still like to Politiku but prefer to remain anonymous, you can email your Politiku to to susanna (at) susannaspeier (dot) com and I will feature it anonymously. I will assume that any politiku received in my inbox is mean for anonymous posting.

Need more specifics on how to write Politiku or want to follow for updates and info on future posts? My Facebook fanpage has an FAQ. You can also go to my Huffpo column to read other Politiku posts if you want to get a better sense.

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Now, through open windows, breathing in the August night

Saw Anne Waldman read Manatee/Humanity. Brunch on the patio with my friend, Jill and discussed what sort of work environments we should look for, according to the Myers Briggs.  Finished watching season 2 of Mad Men, watched a one-year old discover birthday cake, realized that the camera that I thought was broken wasn’t.  Night walk with boyfriend to look at flowers and swans and ducks and lake in moonlight.  Some wealthy company is throwing all of their money at trying to get advertising on the moon, he said.  We swiftly concluded that the likelihood of that occurring during our lifetimes is…not very. Cleaned and organized stuff a little bit but not too much.  Didn’t solve and didn’t break anything.  Took a bubble bath. Learned that my super supportive, inspiring and hyperprolific friend Hollie Overton just officiated her WGA membership and interpreted it to mean that, despite what it can sometimes seem, Hollywood does reward talent and hard work.  Watched 15 minutes of that new King Arthur show on TV only to realize that the only ones who ever succeeded in adapting anything Arthurian were Monty Python/Terry Gilliam and Eric Rohmer Managed to actually get a little bit of work done.  Live broadcast of Leonard Cohen’s London concert. Time isn’t moving too quickly or too slowly.  Now, through open windows, breathing in the August night.  Still thinking about the moon.  Remembering the Smashing Pumpkin’s Tonight, Tonight video. What was that old silent movie they were referencing in the video? Loved how they created a video to rise to the level of the music’s fantasticalness.  Wanted to see it; figure out more about the history  Went foraging.  Didn’t find it but found something else instead.  A treasure in its own right.  History of Moon movies presented as an Apollo 40th retrospective, no less.  Windows are still open.  Check out:

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Dr. Strangelove Revisited

Re-watching Dr. Strangelove and wondering—why in the world did black & white motion pictures come to an end?  OMG, the airplanes above the clouds and mountain peaks!  Back in the Pentagon War Room, now.  The map board with dotted flight plan lights, the circular table, the star shaped Admiral shoulder metals, the sunglasses, the numbers on those slanted walls,  the chewing gum, those identical telephone receivers. “Dimitri, I’m capable of being just as sorry as you are.  So we’re both sorry.  Okay?” Oooo, shootout scene.   Diagonal light through Venetian blinds, sounds of machine guns.  Silhouettes on walls.  “Give me the code now.” Cockpit, radar, helmets, cowboy hat and that Johnny comes marking home again leit motif.  “Missiles still closing distance and tracking steady…deflection increasing…range eight miles.”  Smoke, light, fire extinguisher.  Diagonal descent towards snowy coastline.  “Red telephone connected to SAC.”  Switches and circuits and dials.

My buddy Douglas tells all the footage in that movie was found footage.  All of it.  I find that difficult to believe, despite the fact Doug is a reliable resource.  Well, Doug also said that Tetracyclene makes your bones glow in the dark but that was in a C.S.I. context and maybe it’s true, anyway.  At any rate, far as all things Kubrick are concerned, Doug knows his stuff as Kubrick is one of his deepest sources of inspiration.  Just thinking about Dr. Strangelove makes him want to scribe a comedy, he well me.  I smile to myself, having just learned (from watching the intro on TCM) that Kubrick didn’t initially intend for Dr. Strangelove to be a comedy.  Just that after doing the research and laying out all the info, that is what it became.

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Solstice and Stonehenge and Shakespeare and Thomas Hardy

Visually, I understand why Solstice and Midsummer Night happen.  My understanding of the phenomenon is so visual, however, that any effort to verbalize would be futile.  Earth’s tilt, yadda, yadda, yadda is about as far as I could go.  And I realize how strange that is, considering how vital a literary muse astronomy can be.

It’s the challenge of getting at the inexplicably that really engages me.  The always reaching for something slightly beyond my grasp and the need to pass that sense of wonder on.  Something like Stonehenge.  People kinda get that this remaining remnant of the ancient world had something to do w/ identifying the seasonal shift vis a vis location of the sun but that’s about it.  Trying to figure out how much the people who built Stonehenge knew about the Earth’s rotation would be kind of like trying to figure out why Tess of the D’urberville’s flight ends at Stonehenge…

…assuming, that is, that Thomas Hardy himself even knew why he ended her flight there. Did he want to parallel the height of summer ritual with Tess’ young life about to end or was the ancient solstice pilgrimage to this great calendarical mystery something that had always captured his imagination and something he had therefore always been waiting for the opportunity to use at some point, in some way.

Wondered for a moment what it could have been like, had Shakespeare set Midsummer Night’s Dream been at Stonehenge rather than the forest near Athens and then realized that even though Stonehenge might have a closer historical connection to solstice, it would have been too solid, cumbersome, traditional and, well, heavy to fit the spirit of the world of the night that Lysander (act i) characterizes as a
“Dream Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth,
And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold!
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
So quick bright things come to confusion.”


Tess of the D’urbervilles is inescapable destiny with its center of gravity being her inevitably untimely end, starting with her arrest in the circle of Stonehenge rocks, Midsummer night riles up preconceptions and escapes destiny. Stonehenge, the icon of mid-summer, would have been way too heavy and cumbersome an icon to use for that. Am glad, therefore, the guy stuck w/ branches, sprites and trees. There’s a good reason that Shakespeare revisionism is generally avoided, I guess. Oh, and if you enjoy old-skool paintings of this play as much as I do (That Victorian Fairy Painting exhibit at The Frick round 1999 remains on of my all time favs — saw it on a snowy day between hot cocoa and a blizzard trek through Central Park).  Were the exhibit to ever return, it would make a perfect Winter Solstice activity.

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Inauguration Day Haikus


Haiku time again!
Politi-ku — my new hybrid
Form and content merge

Haiku 101

Links to earlier Politikus on this blog

Her whiskers sensed winds of change.Embir’s Pre-Inauguration Day Politiku
(Guest post from barack-haiku.com)

Lincoln’s Iron Horse
Ease through winter burgs and fields
Roll to victory

s000z’s Inauguration Day Politiku
Kee-hap is purring
Her whiskers feel the wind blow
Inaugurate change

Jennie Livingston’s* Inauguration Day Politiku
Wind chill in the teens
Huddled masses waiting for
Some new source of heat

Daniel Nester’s Inauguration Day Politiku
“Set aside childish
things”—does that mean Maureen Dowd
is out of a job?

Don Bassman’s Inauguration Day Politiku
In a single day
the hand of the president
overruled the king

Tanya Elder’s* Inauguration Day Politiku
See of people living, breathing, being, at last free of tyranny.

Pete Orvetti’s* Inauguration Day Politikus
I swear solemnly
Word order doesn’t mean much
When you are The One

Hope, change, Yes We Can
Port-A-Potties everywhere
Change-Fest on the Mall

Nope, we didn’t go
Someday my sons will be mad
Crowds and change scare me

Yo Yo Oba-Ma
And the Queen of Soul
Wish I had her hat

J. Holtham’s* Inauguration Day Politiku
early
dark then light
cold cold cold
crowds crowds crowds
long lines
LONG LINES
sea of people
history

Adam Sadowsky’s Inauguration Day Politiku
Forces stacked against
And yet character prevails
Winter blows in CHANGE

Jason Rosenbaum’s Inauguration Day Politiku
Barack Obama
President of the U.S.
Con Law Prof makes good!

Donald Lee’s Inauguration Day Politiku
Occasional Poem
Dulls This Historic Moment
Did She Facebook O?

Ken Urban’s* Inauguration Day Politiku
happy happy day
obama michelle joe jill
still more work ahead

s000z’s Post-Inauguration Day Politiku
Guantanomo closed
dignity reclaims its pen
humanity triumphs

* Was in Washington, D.C. for the event.

Winds of Change

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Auld Lang Syne (x10)

New Years Music

So it’s almost the New Year and I can’t believe that I’m actually only starting to make use of the random itunes mix.  I’m listening to Bellydance music from one of Kaeshi’s choreographies’, then Eminem and then Tori Amos and then a riff from Auld Lang Syne.

Ald Lang Syne

These are my top ten Auld Lang Syne Covers.

Glen Erin Pipe Band

Aretha Franklin and Billy Preston

The Muppet Show

Celtic Travelers

Elvis & Family

Flaming Lips

Playing on Glasses

Scottish Parliament

Julie Andrews

Barenaked Ladies

Happy New Year

Here’s the Original Robert Burns Version

Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

Robert Burns. 1759–1796

495. Auld Lang Syne

SHOULD auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to min’?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And days o’ lang syne?

We twa hae rin about the braes, 5
And pu’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d monie a weary fit
Sin’ auld lang syne.

We twa hae paidl’t i’ the burn,
Frae mornin’ sun till dine; 10
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
Sin’ auld lang syne.

And here ‘s a hand, my trusty fiere,
And gie’s a hand o’ thine;
And we’ll tak a right guid-willie waught 15
For auld lang syne.

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp,
And surely I’ll be mine;
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne! 20

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet
For auld lang syne.

GLOSS: gowans] daisies. fit] foot. dine] dinner-time. fiere] partner. guid-willie waught] friendly draught.


Blogging from Glenwood Springs, Colorado

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Spent last night swimming in the legendary Hot Springs —the Utes believed doing these medicinal mineral baths provided ‘good medicine’ for the upcoming hunting season.

Would hot springs help Doc? Nope.

Doc Holiday and plethoras of others, used them to try and cure Tuberculosis.

Earlier that afternoon we’d hiked up to Doc’s tombstone—evidently the mineral baths hadn’t saved Doc in time…

Vapor Caves and Blue New Year

Went to the Vapor Caves today, also part of the hot springs.  Am getting ready now for a “Blue New Year” party at the Roxie, the only club in Glenwood. Don’t have much blue with me so will have to borrow.  Watching the coverage of Times Square and its almost New Years in New York now; they’re all wearing blue as well. Just learned they’re dropping a bigger ball this year. Anyone know what happened to the previous one?

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Dr. Atomic

Saw Dr. Atomic, written/directed by Peter Sellars and composed by John Adams, screened in a movie theater in Woodland Hills this morning as the matinee was being performed live at the Met.  The ending, so softly humanizing.  Rather than startle you with the impact of the inevitable explosion this entire opera is leading up to, it brings you inside Oppenheimer’s intellectual and emotional dreamscapes.

atomic As the team at Los Alamos gets closer and closer to the actual test, the dreamscapes bleed together.  Something terrifying and inevitable is moving towards them which they have no more control over than they do the desert thunderstorm.

I’m going to try and assemble some of this, to try and give a sense. Of course, I didn’t get the full experience myself because I saw it in a movie theater and not at the Met. Hopefully, at some point, Dr. Atomic and I will find ourselves in the same city at the same time. In the meantime, I’ll post photos and text since I can’t say much beyond what the opera itself says.

Much of the text from the opera was adapted from declassified U.S. government documents and communications among the scientists, government officials, and military personnel who were involved in the project. Other borrowed texts include poetry by Baudelaire, John Donne, and Muriel Rukeyser, the Bhagavad Gita, and a traditional Tewa Indian song. Marvin Cohen, head of the American Physical Society, has criticized some parts of the libretto for not being strictly scientifically correct, in particular the opening lines (below). [1]

The opening chorus is an incomplete excerpt from the 1945 Smyth Report:

“Matter can be neither created nor destroyed but only altered in form.

Energy can be neither created nor destroyed but only altered in form.”

Act I concludes with an aria sung by Oppenheimer with text from Donne’s Holy Sonnet XIV:

Batter my heart, three person’d God; for, you
As yet but knocke, breathe, shine, and seeke to mend;
That I may rise, and stand, o’erthrow mee, and bend
Your force, to breake, blowe, burn and make me new.
I, like an usurpt towne, to’another due,
Labour to’admit you, but Oh, to no end,
Reason yhour viceroy in mee, mee should defend,
But is captiv’d, and proves weake or untrue.
Yet dearely’I love you, and would be loved faine,
But am betroth’d unto your enemie:
Divorce mee, untie, or breake that knot againe;
Take mee to you, imprison mee, for I
Except you’enthrall mee, never shall be free,
Nor ever chast, except you ravish mee.

Kitty Oppenheimer’s aria, “Easter Eve, 1945″, by Muriel Rukeyser is from her poem of the same name.
The Act II, scene iii chorus, borrowed from the Bhagavad Gita (translated into English by Swami Prabhavananda and Christopher Isherwood) reads:

At the sight of this, your Shape stupendous,
Full of mouths and eyes, feet, thighs and bellies,
Terrible with fangs, O master,
All the worlds are fear-struck, even just as I am.
When I see you, Vishnu, omnipresent,
Shouldering the sky, in hues of rainbow,
With your mouths agape and flame-eyes staring-
All my peace is gone; my heart is troubled.

Act II is peppered with a repeated refrain from Pasqualita, the Oppenheimer’s Tewa Indian housemaid. The text comes from a traditional Tewa song:

In the north the cloud-flower blossoms
And now the lightning flashes
And now the thunder clashes
And now the rain comes down! A-a-aha, a-a-aha, my little one.
In the west the cloud-flower blossoms
And now the lightning flashes
And now the thunder clashes
And now the rain comes down! A-a-aha, a-a-aha, my little one.

And now the rain comes down! A-a-aha, a-a-aha, my little one.

One of the only scenes of actual connection (though still full of loneliness and longing) is Baudelaire’s “A Hemisphere in Your Hair” is used verbatim in the scene w/ Kitty Oppenheimer:

A Hemisphere in Your Hair

Long, long let me breathe the fragrance of your hair. Let me plunge my face into it like a thirsty man into the water of a spring, and let me wave it like a scented handkerchief to stir memories in the air.

If only you knew all that I see! all that I feel! all that I hear in your hair! My soul voyages on its perfume as other men’s souls on music.

Your hair holds a whole dream of masts and sails; it holds seas whose monsoons waft me toward lovely climes where space is bluer and more profound, where fruits and leaves and human skin perfume the air.

In the ocean of your hair I see a harbor teeming with melancholic songs, with lusty men of every nation, and ships of every shape, whose elegant and intricate structures stand out against the enormous sky, home of eternal heat.

In the caresses of your hair I know again the languors of long hours lying on a couch in a fair ship’s cabin, cradles by the harbor’s imperceptible swell, between pots of flowers and cooling water jars.

On the burning hearth of your hair I breathe in the fragrance of tobacco tinged with opium and sugar; in the night of your hair I see the sheen of the tropic’s blue infinity’ on the shores of your hair I get drunk with the smell of musk and tar and the oil of coconuts.
Long, long, let me bite your black and heavy tresses. When I gnaw your elastic and rebellious hair I seem to be eating memories.

The best You Tube clip I could find was from the Amsterdam performance so the subtitles are in Dutch. The stage at the Met was more impressive (in my opinion) in the vertical dynamics. Is nevertheless worth checking out this clip, to get a sense..

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A Thousand Splendid Suns

1000 Splendid SunsJust finished reading it. This book; it’s so unbelievably sad and beautiful and, whoa.  I mean, literally just finished with it.  Trying to drive West on Wilshire with my eyes watering, nose getting all sniffley.  In the midst of all this election, hype, who in the world is there to commiserate with over the tragic life of a fictional heroine who embodies the most extreme manifestations of loyalty and sacrifice.  I’ll say it before; am saying it again.  Khaled Hosseini is our Charles Dickens.  KHHe gives insights into parts of the world otherwise inaccessible through sophisticated mellowdramatic storylines, caricature.  Hope, grief, hardship and regret.  Still reeling from the experience of having just read this.  And in case you’re thinking this comparison between Dickens and Hosseini is a bit much, try this.  Compare the excecution scenes between A Thousand Splendid Suns and Tale of Two Cities.  How the protagonist comes to grips with their inevitable fate by elevating it.  Processing this in the middle of everything else; relating to many aspects of many of the characters and appreciating their inconsistencies and complexities reminds me that, despite the political zeitgeist, sucking me in like a tractor beam, my life isn’t really driven by blips and waves and bytes.  Fact of the matter is, I’m truly looking forward to the election being over so I can get back to myself again; losen the grip of this driving need to be so plugged in all the time.  Or at least, plug in a different way.  One that is more heightened and grounding, perhaps.  Still been enjoying the Palin haikus and all.  Though, now that I think about it, perhaps it’s just another way of dealing.  Okay, “dealing” is kinda strange verbiage.  I find myself engaging in what’s happening in politics on the intellectual and emotional intensity that I engage on, also can –if I’m not careful– get overwhelming and even exhausting.  Well crafted narrative fiction, by contrast, is back to the micro again.  It’s one connection going on —author to reader— no responsibility to fix or communicate or persuade or retract or supercsede anything on the outside.  Yet, the resonance of this author/reader intimacy is nevertheless, global in scope.  Perhaps fiction does not function on the multiplatform level that politicians must to target the widest demographic.  At the same time, it’s creating a corridor where there would otherwise be a wall.  In the case of A Thousand Splendid Suns, it provided me with a connection to the dreams, hopes, sorrows, losses and sacrifices of those lives beneath the burkas.

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Haiku Originations

Relevant Posts:

Short story about my afternoon w/ SP
Sarah Palin Haikus

Palintology

Censorship?

Apologies to those of you who get this already.  I am not posting it to talk down to anyone or anything.  It’s just that several people have emailed me saying they love the idea of haiku but are not sure exactly how to write haiku or have to think about it for a while since they haven’t done this since high school or whatever.  Might well be the reason so many people have written me that they’re not sure how to go about it is that it’s something so fresh and utterly in the moment that don’t realize how simple it is so long as the basic premise is followed.  And if you get this already, you can go ahead and skip to the next blog post, I guess.  At any rate, Eastern Haiku is  a seventeen syllable poem.  Divided into syllabic lines of 5-7-5 and are mindful of the topic, the haiku will write itself. Matsuo Basho is the Eastern haiku master—he created the brief simple 17 syllable form. Kerouac is the one who innovated the contemporary Western Haiku, created a haiku that does not adhere to such tight syllabic structure but rather, takes the relevant and re-appropriates.  I find it liberating to embrace the opportunity to embrace the restrictions, thereby grounding the 17 syllable for against the formlessness of multiple combos times multiplex which is why I stick w/ the 5-7-5.  While I don’t consider any of my haikus my best writing, I do like the process of constructing it.  Light, accessible yet clean and elegant brain candy.  Okay, enough from me, tho.  Real reason I’m going on and on about this is to provide a link to this article about haiku that I found on The Huffington Post.  Check it out, if you have (a) the inclination (b) the time (c) in inability to control the distraction (d) the impulse to invite distraction in (e) none of the above.  There are some haiku blogs and essays out there that are kinda lame.  Others are not particularly lame, per se.  Just really obvious color by number-ish.  This essay, I like, tho.  Found it on Arianna Huffington’s Blog.  So I link.  Here tis—

Haiku: Do You Haiku by, John Lundberg

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