
Machine
Machine pushes onward, /
whispers its contrived hope, /
even in absence.
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#machine #whispers #hope #absence #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #october #thursday #100622 #2022

Machine
Machine pushes onward, /
whispers its contrived hope, /
even in absence.
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#machine #whispers #hope #absence #photo #poem #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #october #thursday #100622 #2022

In 2006 a high school English teacher asked students to write a famous author and ask for advice. Kurt Vonnegut was the only one to respond – and his response is magnificent: “Dear Xavier High School, and Ms. Lockwood, and Messrs Perin, McFeely, Batten, Maurer and Congiusta:
I thank you for your friendly letters. You sure know how to cheer up a really old geezer (84) in his sunset years. I don’t make public appearances any more because I now resemble nothing so much as an iguana.
What I had to say to you, moreover, would not take long, to wit: Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what’s inside you, to make your soul grow.
Seriously! I mean starting right now, do art and do it for the rest of your lives. Draw a funny or nice picture of Ms. Lockwood, and give it to her. Dance home after school, and sing in the shower and on and on. Make a face in your mashed potatoes. Pretend you’re Count Dracula.
Here’s an assignment for tonight, and I hope Ms. Lockwood will flunk you if you don’t do it: Write a six line poem, about anything, but rhymed. No fair tennis without a net. Make it as good as you possibly can. But don’t tell anybody what you’re doing. Don’t show it or recite it to anybody, not even your girlfriend or parents or whatever, or Ms. Lockwood. OK?
Tear it up into teeny-weeny pieces, and discard them into widely separated trash recepticals. You will find that you have already been gloriously rewarded for your poem. You have experienced becoming, learned a lot more about what’s inside you, and you have made your soul grow.
God bless you all!
Kurt Vonnegut
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Eyes
Eyes green as tree leaves /
Black as yesterday’s midnight /
Cat’s summer swings slow.
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#091518 #eyes #green #cat #summer #black #midnight #leaves #green #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #september
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Rare
Rare, the Moon’s backside /
now seen by you. NASA photo /
steals the stars’ view.
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#Moon #stars #rare #backside #NASA #photo #davidebooker #september #sunday #haiku #poem #poetry #091122 #2022
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Flame
Pursuing pollen, /
Icarus could have been a bee, /
cindered by desire.
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#icarus #bee #desire #cindered #flame #pollen #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #talltalestogo #july #saturday #073022 #2022

Sky
Climb the evening sky: /
clouds and dreams, unuttered truths /
ride down the sunbeams.
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#sunbeams #sky #clouds #truths #clouds #evening #dreams #poems #poetry #haiku #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #photo #july #wednesday #072022 #2022
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Waiting
Even in beauty /
Decay lives, carrying a /
Valise of tomorrows.
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#valise #decay #beauty #tomorrows #poem #poetry #decay #haiku #photo #oldnorthknoxville #davidebooker #april #tuesday #042622 #2022

Lighting
Evening, show your hues: /
fading reds, oranges, blues. /
Night, embrace me, too.
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#night #light #embrace #evening #hues #poem #poetry #haiku #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #march #sunday #032722 #2022

Face
Sun shines through one face. /
In each of us, a thousand. /
Select one and shine.
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#sun #face #shine #haiku #senryu #poem #poetry #photo #davidebooker #oldnorthknoxville #march #tuesday #030122
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