Reflections of a working writer and reader
Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. William Faulkner
Jim Murdoch has some ideas about what it might be. Following a trail through Japanese and Scottish Haiku, he arrives at . . .
Well, you’ll have to go to his site to find out.
In the meantime:
If you’d asked me before I started working on this article what the world’s shortest poem was I would have said:
FLEAS
Adam
Had ’em.
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Reminds me of ‘Winter’….
F**k,
it’s cold.
jb says: I’m not sure I allow asterisks on this blog. Must get a policy on it.
Thanks for the plug, John. Always appreciated. I have to say this has been an extraordinarily popular blog. My visits have gone through the roof. Micropoetry is obviously of much greater interest to people than I ever expected. The thing is there was so much I didn’t include. I mean, I had to expand it to two posts as it was. One I wish I’d remembered at the time was John Cooper Clark’s clever haiku:
To convey one’s mood
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic
jb says: Your efforts are appreciated, Jim. I enjoyed both parts, and I enjoyed the John Cooper Clark, too.
Eve
Believed.
jb says: Oh, do keep ’em coming.
I once wrote this attempt at “world’s smallest poem”:
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po-em
I am
———–
Thank you,
jerry
Credited to former boxer Mohammed Ali:
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Me
We
—-
…. very cool!