There's a great, recent
New Yorker blog post by Meredith Blake about a guy, John Morse, who puts up "roadside haiku" meant to look like those annoying signs you see posted at city intersections offering "get rich quick" job schemes and easy weight loss programs. Here's an example that's right on--subversive street art yet also street smart:
Build personal wealth
in the comfort of your home
Read to your children
Haiku must be in the air, because then a friend on Facebook posted this as his status yesterday:
Haikus are easy
but sometimes they don't make sense
Refrigerator
Along those lines, I've saved for years a full-page Roz Chast cartoon from the
New Yorker entitled "Police Log from Suburbia Heights in Haiku Form." My favorite is Monday's entry:
Group of youths clustered
In front of Dunkin' Donuts.
Asked to leave and did.
Hard to follow what I've shared here with my own haiku, but here it is:
Some days are just packed
with moments of poetry.
Today: not so much.
