ㅁ It's raining again! The drought was worrying me. It lasted two hours.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ the wind was quite strong it blew through town all day long and the building creaked
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ I sought out some words. They failed to appear as hoped. So instead: these words.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ The two-by-fours fell, and they tried to bonk my head... bruised both hands badly.
– a pseudo-haiku.
ㅁ It was a heat map, showing where the cells died first... better known as "leaf".
ㅁ a GPT-3 writing better poetry appeared in my dream
– a pseudo-haiku. GPT-3 is a recent type of AI (artificial intelligence). It’s “an autoregressive language model that uses deep learning to produce human-like text” – per wikipedia.
ㅁ 귀찮안 개는 나무를 너무 봐요. 야, 왜 그렇게?
– a pseudo-haiku in elementary Korean. I composed it in my head (while walking the dog) with my remnants of active vocabulary, and it seems like I got the grammar right, but I found I had to look up various words’ spellings to write it down. My literacy skills are even rustier than my speaking/listening skills.
Here is a translation into English, retaining the haiku form:
An annoying dog looking at too many trees. Hey, why be like that?
ㅁ I'll end up like him: angry, taciturn, anxious. And I'll have no friends. As an old person, I'll insist that change is bad, Reject solutions. "Oh the kids these days... Lazy and badly brought up. Get off my damn lawn!" "The world's getting worse The system's out to get us." What system is this? Occam's razor says Nah, it's random fluctuations. There's no evil there. Shrug. I'll hunker down, A misunderstood hermit. Let my soul get stale.
ㅁ Seize the day, they say. The day slips out of your grasp. You just do dumb stuff.