tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67622898256040422882011-04-21T18:36:54.910-04:00Here I see fit to share the writing, the wanderings I have been doing in South America, in other compartments of my subconscious, and on the page. Whether we sing it, write it or sketch it, we have to share it. That is the last step of the artistic process, to hold it up in front of an audience, and say: 'Here are my ideas, this is my cosmovision (my comprehensive world view).'Ryan Patrick Fitzgeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348118250028756954noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762289825604042288.post-65046012265899397662009-01-02T14:50:00.003-05:002009-01-02T16:07:02.242-05:00One long bus ride to open yer eyes (abre los ojos), pull out a journal, and write. We, three American travelers, picked up a small staple-bound journal with gridded pages and took a stab at the tag-team haiku. The tag-team haiku is an exercise that incorporates lines from multiple writers, each poet gets a line in the attempt to create one cohesive, albeit abstract, haiku. No holds barred.<br /><br />Here we maintain the 5-7-5 structure for those sticklers out there. Feel free to get back at me with words, rebuttals, and the like.<br /><br /><br />Indigenous girl<br />boobs hanging, swaying, bouncing<br />Arbuckle: get it.<br /><br />Cheesy sanduche<br />green, smells of rich compote, stank<br />do I dare stick there?<br /><br />Oh, give me whisky<br />but you can't make me drink it<br />Chuchaqui; chucha.<br /><br />Orange carpet strip<br />that's what I call her thingy<br />Babe, request clearance to land<br /><br />La patria, pues<br />Robot vagina haunts me,<br />sweet poon of liberty! *6 syllables<br /><br />Snake slithers 'round cage<br />saturated fabric hell<br />release my penis<br /><br />I can't help but think<br />'bout writing Haiku all night<br />line for line, with wine<br /><br />bus, Ecua, Salsa<br />what really drives this metal?<br />death trap 4 cutie<br /><br /><br />Haiku escrito por: A. Nishawala, E.A. Cooper and R.P. Fitzgerald<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762289825604042288-6504601226589939766?l=ryanpatrickfitzgerald.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ryan Patrick Fitzgeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348118250028756954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6762289825604042288.post-91805673285733447882008-12-22T13:18:00.000-05:002008-12-22T13:28:40.903-05:00I invite you to read this to friend or family member or pet, and invite them to close their eyes and take the things out of their hands, claws or paws. Cheers.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />TODAY IS A DAY OF GREAT JOY<br /><br />.VICTOR HERNANDEZ CRUZ<br /><br />when they stop poems<br />in the mail &amp; clap<br />their hands &amp; dance to<br />them<br />when women become pregnant<br />by the side of poems<br />the strongest sounds making<br />the river go long<br />it is a great day<br />as poems fall down to<br />movie crowds in restaurants<br />in bars<br />when poems start to<br />knock down walls to<br />choke politicians<br />when poems scream &amp;<br />begin to break the air<br />that is the time of<br />true poets that is<br />the time of greatness<br />a true poet aiming<br />poems &amp; watching things<br />fall to the ground<br />it is a great day<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6762289825604042288-9180567328573344788?l=ryanpatrickfitzgerald.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ryan Patrick Fitzgeraldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10348118250028756954noreply@blogger.com0