Jackson Pollock by Miltos Manetas

Thursday, September 1, 2011

P is for

Poem.  Awww...poetry.  A window to the soul.  Such a beautiful art that can be appreciated by almost anyone.

Poetry sucks.  Why, you may ask.  I feel that anyone capable of punching keys on a keyboard or writing with a pen, pencil, marker, or stick of charcoal is capable of writing what they consider to be a poem.  Much like anyone who can take a picture and edit it with Picnik.com is a photographer.  And anyone who can ramble about nothing with the aid of the internet is a blogger.  Wait, what? Yeah I said it.

I take pictures and edit them because it gives me something to do.  I post them with a disclaimer that I'm not trying to be anything other than a bored person with a camera.  I have written poems, but have not posted them anywhere with the intent of being an acclaimed "poet".  I blog about pointless things for a reason similar to taking pictures:  I'm a bored person with a computer and internet access.

That being said, here's a little haiku that I wrote:

New students scare me
They all look terribly scared
I'm glad I'm not new

There's new student registration going on today, so I figured I would state the obvious in the form of a haiku.

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