Exercises in Style: Haiku

I don’t know much about haiku style of poetry, so I had to reference the web expert, Wikipedia, for some details.

Haiku is, apparently, three lines of 5, 7, and 5 syllables, respectively, to total 17 syllables. However, Wikipedia and other sites detail so many other facets of haiku. Here are some of the things I’ve read that haiku “must” be:

  • there is a reference to seasons
  • there is a grammatical break in the middle
  • the poem focuses on nature
  • the poem focuses on one feeling
  • the poem does not rhyme

Trying to write a haiku of the Cinderella story is, apparently, not appropriate as a traditional haiku. But since the Cinderella story is my template for my “exercises,” I will tempt the wrath of the haiku police with the “haiku” below.

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She and the prince dance.
Then she escapes in night air
without her slipper.

Last night, having just written the poem above, I lay in bed listening to the rain on the roof and windows. Being in a newly inspiring Haiku mood, I wrote this one.

Chilly breezes drive
April rain on my window:
May buds wait below.

Do you write haiku? How are these for first attempts? Do you think the syllable count should be strict? What about the other “requirements” I shared above?

National Poetry Month

April is National Poetry Month.

Poets.org shares a number of different activities, including an emailed poem every day this month. Check out their site at the link above for more ways to participate.

I’ve been reading some poetry this month because I certainly appreciate reading poetry, but I am not a poet by any stretch of the imagination. That’s why this site has been silent, as I’ve struggled to figure out how to celebrate when I certainly don’t feel my poetry is “post worthy.”

However, I’m going to try my hand at some of the “exercises” in style in various poetic forms. I’ll try some in the coming days.

How are you celebrating National Poetry Month?

Happy Easter

I know that Easter is now over. I had a wonderful weekend. I hope you did too. At Stake Conference yesterday, Elder Oaks reminded us that we celebrate Easter every Sunday when we take the sacrament. What a great reminder!

And here’s a little Easter message from Elder Holland. On YouTube, one of the commenters said that this message could be Protestant or Catholic. Yes, I think that is the point: the true mission of Christ is a universal one. We all need Him and we all must trust in Him.

Under the Weather

Today was another beautiful day but Paul and I are still feeling rather under the weather. Paul expressed it by crying and screaming pretty much all day.

The whole family was knocked off our feet over the weekend, and while Daddy and Paul were a little better on Monday and Tuesday, Mommy didn’t start to feel like a human again until yesterday afternoon.

Today, though, Paul’s cough seemed worse, and every time he coughed, he proceeded to cry for the next five minutes. He was tired of TV. But he wanted to watch TV!! He was tired of being inside. But he didn’t want to be outside!! He was hungry. But he didn’t want to eat!! He wanted to rest. But he didn’t want to be in his crib, alone, asleep!!

It was a day of frustration and noise. He was nearly begging for bed, so he’s already down for the night a bit earlier than normal. I’ve heard a few coughs, but I’m hoping he stays down and can get some sleep.

Ah. The house is so quiet. I just love that sound.

Sorry, Closed

It’s interesting how we remember general conferences by where we were during each one.

Eighteen months ago I spent the first session of conference (4 to 6 a.m. Sunday morning Australia time) trying to keep my mind off my progressing labor. (Only twelve hours later I held my newborn boy!) I recall Sister Beck’s talk to the mothers with fondness because I was a new mother first the first time that weekend.

Then a year ago I spent the week after conference (since it was delayed a day) listening to all the talks on my computer as I went about my week. I remember listening to Elder Uchtdorf’s and Elder Eyring’s talks over and over again.

Six months ago I went to my parent’s house on Sunday and we had a birthday cake for Paul’s first birthday. I remember Paul’s delight every time the choir started to sing.

This time the whole family zoned out on the couch in cold-induced delirium as the prophet and apostles spoke. I unfortunately don’t recall many of the messages, except it seemed everyone was talking about temples.

Yes, we were all sick. Again. Will the winter cold season never end?

Which is worse:

  • holding my feverish and miserable son while also feeling feverish and miserable
  • letting my energy-filled son hit me on my head with his toys all day long because I’m feverish and miserable and I don’t have the energy (or a voice) to say “please don’t” over and over again

Ever since I woke up this morning, the phrase “Sorry, Closed” has been going through my head. Why today? Because today was the day my husband (who has also been sick) got up before dawn and flew to Manhattan for the next four days. (He did offer to stay home, bless his heart.)

My mind has been telling my body all day to just put up a big sign: “Sorry, I’m Closed Today.” Hence, the toys hitting me on the head. All. Day. Long. (Apparently, the last 48 hours of almost-constant sleep helped Paul to get better. I’m glad. I really am.)

But we all know, moms never close, do we?

Off to put the laundry away. Maybe.

Exercises in Style

I recently read Exercises in Style by Raymond Queneau (reviewed here on Rebecca Reads). It’s a fascinating look at how changing the style or approach to a story can completely change a story because it tells the same story 99 different ways.

Queneau tells a very simple, albeit boring, story: A man with a long neck and a funny hat on the bus accuses the man next to him of stepping on his toes. When a chair is free, he goes to it and sits down. Later, the narrator sees the man again with a friend. The friend is telling him to move a button. (None of Queneau’s tellings are quite this boring, however.)

Queneau repeats this story 99 times in 99 different styles. Some are very amusing. Some are well done and memorable. Other styles are odd. But the concept still fascinates me. I thought I’d try my hand at some of these too. I think it’d be fun if others joined in.

Ideas for styles: Notation, double entry, surprises/ exclamation, official letter, blurb, analysis, insistence, ignorance, past, present, reported speech, passive, cross-examination, asides, awkward, casual, biased, feminine, parts of speech, proper names, spoonerism, medical, abusive, portrait, unexpected.

I’m going to aim for 99 exercises, but I’ll start with a few at a time, I think. I’ve included four below, and when I do more, I’ll link to my exercises in the comments. These four are probably the most “boring” ones. I’ll try to be more creative in my next.

Feel free to leave your own exercises in the comments, or link to any that you may do on your own blog!

I’d love to have an award for the best submission(s), but I just moved and have no budget for giveaways right now! In the future, I’ll do a link round up of all submissions of clever “exercises in style.” Continue reading →

Under-Exciting

I guess I thought that by paying THOUSANDS of dollars, I’d be overly excited with the final result. Not so. It’s just a roof. I stepped back and looked at the house for the first time and thought, “Oh. That’s it.”

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On the other hand, it’s a ROOF that I own! The insurance company will insure it! I won’t get rained on! I don’t have to replace it for 25 years! Yeay!

It does look a lot better. (And then I look at these pictures and think it looks just the same! Can you even tell the difference?!)

Before pictures:

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Helping

I had to change the batteries of Paul’s jungle music box. (He loves it and I do to: he amuses himself at night if he doesn’t want to go to sleep and in the morning when I haven’t come in yet).

He wanted to do it himself (after I was done).

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The Stage of Frustration

Paul has reached a new stage: frustration. He can’t talk, but he thinks he can. So he has lots of mini-tantrums every day. He says: “Goggol bubble mmmmmlophble.” When I don’t do what he wants, he repeats himself louder. Then he starts to scream.

On the other hand, he also knows about 25 signs. Apple, cracker, help, please, thank you, milk, more, banana, cookie, shoes, socks, play, ball, eat, water, bath, and I’m sure I’m missing a number of them. When he signs one of those things and I can’t do what he wants, he screams.

I know this is stage. And I don’t want to indulge his every whim. I’ll give him what he wants when I can. But some days it’s a bit frustrating on this end too.

Paul, the world won’t end when you don’t get what you want! How long will it take you to learn this?

On the other hand, I got him a hat for when Mommy and Daddy are working out in the yard and it’s sunny. Here he is eating his lunch on the deck Saturday. (For some reason, I couldn’t get him to smile at first. Maybe the sun was in his eyes.)

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948 Days

I learned this week that the house we bought at the end of January had been on the market 948 days.

That means that it went on the market approximately on June 26, 2006.

Ryan and I had been married for just over a month. He was still working from home. I had yet to start graduate school and then drop out of it. Paul was not even thought of yet. I was still working as a proofreader at an accounting firm driving 50 miles each direction.

I told that to Ryan and he said “Why were we the suckers that bought it?”

Ha ha.

We love it. Especially since it was far below market as a pre-foreclosure by the time we got it.

Even assuming they’d sold it below market from the beginning, we couldn’t have bought it 948 days earlier (as we were newlyweds unsure which way were were going to go). We couldn’t have bought it 583 days earlier (as we had just moved to Australia). We couldn’t have bought it even 100 days earlier (as we were still tied to our apartment). We bought it at the right time. And it’s the right place. What a blessing for us!

Off to $replace$ the roof this week. Feel free to oooo and aaaaaah over our Weathered Gray shingles next time you come visit!