On Tuesday I was sitting in one of my classes and, having used up my self-allotted number of theory fights for that class period, I was bored. Instead of doing my todo list (which has gotten much shorter than last time I posted about it), I wrote haiku all over the professor’s handouts.
This is not to imply that I wasn’t paying attention–I continued to contribute throughout the class, but as soon as the professor had answered my point and moved on in his lecture, I started working on my haikus again. Sometimes, on high energy-low outlet days, I try to find creative outlets rather than get frustrated in class.
Here are my 3 best:
Rushing faster, wheels
thrumming, stuck leaf slip-slapping
quick—brake! Goddamn squirrel.
Hoping I’ll work faster if
I’m running scared
Study or read for
pleasure? I must study, but–
And here are 3 I am still working on:
My teacher’s kid is
sick. “in-shallah.” My dress is
My hips settle on
the hard practice-room stool. I
plunk a note–joy reigns.
Sugar, milk, butter
& eggs. Mix by hand then add
“I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”–Nathaniel Hawthorne