ㅁ I derive pleasure from such simple things, sometimes: this morning's coffee.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Month: February 2024
Caveat: Tree #1843 “Outside the window”
This tree was outside a window where I often sit and look out.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2749 “Orderly transfer of power”
ㅁ I feel a bit lost, slogging through these recent weeks. Dreams have taken charge.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1842 “Mild”
This tree experienced unusually mild temperatures and cloudiness.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2748 “Hypnagogic preoccupations”
ㅁ I awake too early, yet again. The worries displace the thick dreams, which nevertheless linger, so worries about work are flavored with ghosts disconsolate and surreal remnant webs
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1841 “설날나무”
이 나무는 우리 집 앞에 있어요.
오늘은 설날이에요.
새해 복 많이 받으세요.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2747 “Driving at night”
ㅁ Those little sparkles, frozen droplets among trees, tiny cartoon stars.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1840 “Raven with sky”
This tree had a raven enjoying a blueish sky.
[daily log: walking, 1km;]
Caveat: Poem #2746 “Holy”
ㅁ So. Holy, holy, holy, holy... the potholed road of Port Saint Nick an old stretch of tree-lined road beside the rolling sea on rainy muskeg in Alaska where I live alone. So.
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1839 “A dusting of snow”
This tree saw a light dusting of snow in the far western suburbs of Rockpit.
Art and I went to town for Thursday shopping. I had a lot of gift-store-related extra errands (banks, etc.). Arthur just dozes in the car while I do these.
In fact I felt pretty under-the-weather, today. I’m not sleeping well these days. Worrying about store tax preparation and stuff like that.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 2.5hr]
Caveat: Poem #2745 “The song was important, somehow”
ㅁ In the dream, a robot read my blog... was moved to write a disco song. The song provided backing to subsequent events, including crashes, mad truck races, woodworking, aimless talks..
– a nonnet.
Caveat: Tree #1838 “The frame on the scene”
This tree helped frame a scene of calm water.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2744 “Intention”
ㅁ I try to make sense, but meanings disassemble, contexts become lost.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1837 “Power”
This tree oversaw the delivery of electricity.
[daily log: walking, 5km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2743 “Predator”
ㅁ I'll wake up sometimes, hunt around my room for words, pick up some spare ones.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1836 “A blueish sky”
This tree saw a blueish sky as the car thawed its windshield for the commute to town.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 9hr]
Caveat: Poem #2742 “Sudo”
ㅁ I craved great power... a poem for an admin: sudo cat haiku
– a sudo-haiku. A note of explanation: this haiku is an inside joke, for those familiar with linux system administration.
Caveat: Tree #1835 “Along a misty road”
This tree was along a misty road.
[daily log: walking, 2.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2741 “Distortions on the territory’s map”
ㅁ Like drizzle but frozen: the snow had come, a slow world-filling, tree and stone covering, gradual envelopment, muting the atmosphere's flavors, leaving the territory all blurred.
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #1834 “Snow on the driveway”
This tree made note of some snow on the driveway.
[daily log: walking, 1.5km;]
Caveat: Poem #2740 “An implicit teleology”
ㅁ so at last it happened snow made contact piled up on the ground not really that deep though still I got the shovel out and scraped the powder off the steps left footprints across the neighborhood
– a reverse nonnet
Caveat: Tree #1833 “As winter finally arrived”
This tree was by the sea as a proper winter finally arrived.
[daily log: walking, 2km; retailing 1hr]
Caveat: Poem #2739 “The origins of consciousness”
ㅁ Consciousness arose, very unexpectedly, around 3 AM.
– a pseudo-haiku.
Caveat: Tree #1832 “Speculations as to the inner life of a small greenhouse”
This tree saw rain shifting to snow, out by the little greenhouse with a moldy heart.
Arthur forgot how to pay at the store yesterday. Just stood there, while the cashier got frustrated. It was a bit stressful, but I stepped in and pulled the levers – helped him dig out his credit card, sort of gave directions.
It’s always doubly frustrating because half the time he’ll deny there was a problem minutes later. It’s just like this temporary glitch in the operating system.
[daily log: walking, 4km;]
Caveat: Poem #2738 “A godless theogony”
ㅁ the nothing dreamed it and it bloomed into something which filled with wonder
– a pseudo-haiku.