I love poetry. I’ve probably never mentioned that here before, in part because I rarely read it in book format (like, collections of poetry) and so almost never have occasion to write a review of anything poetic. (A recent exception: Failure by Philip Schultz.) And also possibly in part because every time I try to talk about what I love about a particular poem, I feel like I sound like a complete idiot.
This month is National Poetry Month and you’ll be bombarded from all directions (I hope) by a mad-crazy hurricane of some really amazing stuff. Keep your eyes open — it’ll be showing up in newspapers, magazines, blogs, your friends’ Facebook pages, etc.
But we can’t just embrace the good. To embrace the good, we must also come to know the bad. And so, to help balance things out, I am also going to bombard you from all directions with a mad-crazy hurricane — of some really amazingly silly stuff.
The goal: One haiku a day about a movie or TV show or book or old Boyfriend of the Week. To join in the celebration, I urge you to contribute your own 5-7-5 on the same subject in the comments of each post. DIG IT.
MacGyver
He will not use guns
But he adores explosives.
Hair, eyes, theme song, knife!
(Ya dig?)
By the way, I’m also doing Script Frenzy this month (like National Novel Writing Month except you do a screenplay instead). Is anybody else? If so, we can connect on the SF web site to egg each other on — let me know what your handle is.