Wednesday, April 27, 2011

My Poetry Year: Entry #20

In which Your Humble Blogger posts a song of love for her partner in crime, who spent the whole morning and part of the afternoon fixing a leaky toilet:

"Great Moments in Daily Life No. 10"

I pinched my boyfriend,
squeezed his ass, the same moment
a car honked outside.

* * *

You remember the post in which I said that all of our home repairs seem to be heating-related? Never mind. Some trickster god apparently read that post and decided that, for a change of pace, what we really needed was to have the wax ring inside our toilet (or the johnny ring, as I've also heard it called) almost completely obliterated. I was planning to post this pseudo-haiku anyway, but the morning's tasks only made it more appropriate; a chuckle seems like a good idea. Song of love? Maybe just in our strange world.

There's not much to say in terms of analysis for this poem, except perhaps "Aaaa-OOO-gaaa!"

But while we're talking haiku, I was recently listening to one of my favorite podcasts, "One Species at a Time," which presents short tales of research being done regarding various living beings. The latest episode, about a creature called the red paper lantern jellyfish, features a haiku written by one of the scientists studying it in Japan. I would retype it here because it's really a beautiful piece, but I don't think copyright lets me do that. However, if you get the urge to hear it, the podcast is only about five minutes long, and the haiku appears close to the end. Hearing it made me think of a time when poetry was something that everyone engaged in, no matter what their primary jobs were. Nice.

3 comments:

  1. I've long maintained that there isn't much that's sexier than a man doing housework (or home repair for that matter) :) . Ah, love.

    ps - Love the podcast! And yes, the haiku is definitely worth a listen. Gorgeous. Haiku seems best suited to etching nature scenarios. Random aside -- one of the first poems (not a haiku, sadly) I remember writing as a kid was about a cicada.

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  2. *grin* Do you remember how it went? I'd love to read the work of the blossoming young writer!

    Yeah, that haiku is a perfect example of what haiku is supposed to be -- touching on nature, with one line so significantly different from the other two that the beauty can't help but reveal itself through the contrast. Such a nice surprise, that one.

    Men doing chores: Heh heh. I don't think Wes felt very sexy when that last stubborn quarter-inch of water began rushing out from the bottom of the toilet tank onto the floor next to him. I'll have to ask him about that.

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  3. I have no idea -- just remember my infatuation with their beady red eyes and the way they felt galumphing across my arm... If I run across it some day, you'll be the first to know :) !

    ps - I maintain that housework brings the sexy back, flooding terlits or no.

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