Callaghan woke me up 25 minutes after the alarm should have gone off this morning. The alarm – my phone – failed to function one time before, and I couldn’t figure out why since I knew I’d set it. I didn’t understand why it happened this morning, either, and I was going to ask Callaghan if he’d heard the alarm and I somehow slept through it, except he was busy reading his email from Cècil the Goat in France (I asked him three times if the guy’s name was really La Chèvre because I was half-asleep and could have misheard him: Is his name really La Chèvre? Yes, it was), so I double-checked my phone and found that I’d accidentally set the alarm for tomorrow. Saturday. I SO wanted the week to be over that I subconsciously set the alarm for Saturday?
Anyway, I wrote another set of haiku last weekend in my mostly muted state (re-occurrence of laryngitis), and I was going to post it on Tuesday, but UFC 196 happened on Saturday night and I wanted to talk about that, instead. So here are the haiku.
This set of haiku was inspired by some pics I took on a stroll around my work campus.
Haiku 4: Car, pendulum, bougainvillea, art installation
(by Kristi Garboushian)
1.
Curved mannequin, all
disintegration, gesture,
all black-framed, rasping.
2.
Brass validation:
rethinking embodiment,
limbic perversion.
3.
Equatorial
skeletal recognition
(kaleidoscopic).
4.
Critical dissent
momentarily vocal,
avoiding earshot.
I must say, I’m enjoying writing these haiku.