Your humble correspondent is amazed and beyond pleased to be judging her first-ever Haiku Monday. Not that Haiku Monday is new, just that this is the first time I have been given the task of judging. And can I admit right now, the shameless pandering has me thrilled! So let’s start with:
SHAMELESS PANDERING MEDALS:
Bronze medal to Aunty for the nod to the Sooners.
Silver medal to Moi for my FAVORITE little bit from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels … Steve Martin as Ruprecht = classic.
Gold medal? To Karl! He hit me in the heart on many levels.
- One, this clip shows ALL of the State song. My 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Willetts, made us learn every single one of those lyrics. Brand new state! Brand new state! Gonna treat you great!
- Two, the wind is sweeping down the plain tonight … in the form of thunder, rain, sleet and snow. It’s a little scary out there right now.
- Three, I did see a hawk circling in the sky tonight and he landed on a telephone pole at the entrance to my addition.
- Four, HUGH JACKMAN. The hottest Curly ever.
- Five, the London production of Oklahoma!. Oh, clever Karl. Another marriage of Oklahoma/England besides the one I live in personally. Clever clever.
NOW TO THE HAIKU:
Moi set the bar really high in her assessments last week. Her main criteria was one of emotion, so I went with that as well. Multiple interpretations was high on my list. And I’ve learned that it is important for haiku to have a turning point of some sort. If turning point is the correct way to describe it, not sure it is, but works for me. Let’s get started:
There is not a love so pure in this world as the love a certain Troll has for a horse named Secretariat. Very well done. Sorry Troll, but I had to pass on the political haiku(s) this time around. I’m on overload in that department and all references just bounced off my brain and back into cyberspace. And we don’t have any soccer hooligans in the family, so no emotion for me on that one either. Although one day, I must dip into the Terry Pratchett stuff and see if we get along. But The Horse that God Built is a contender.
Czar wrote one about voudou (voodoo), which is very entertaining to me considering I was the target once of the infamous Voodoo Lime Incident (which I’m still waiting for someone to own up to …). This one scores high in my book. Roots has a few levels of reference in the poem – ancestry of the practitioners; materials used; and the Big Pharm reference, which to me is the root of many a problem itself. This one’s a contender!
Moi’s entry about not being able to fix stupid …oh girl, that is brilliant. The root of behavior is how we are wired. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how you were raised or where you grew up … if you are wired to do something crazy (e.g., Arizona shooter), crazy is just going to happen.
Fishy has a grand entry referencing gardening and a bit of genetic engineering to obtain beautiful results for the viewing. Wonder what Aunty would have to say about this? Hmmmm. And the root canal poem? My mouth hurts just thinking about it.
Boxer’s roots are PNW, no matter where her family originated. Love this one. Moss figured last week in her haiku also, didn’t it?
Kymmie’s – I had to have her explain the musical one to me. The roots of music, blues/bluegrass, etc. Very nice, but I needed clarification.
Karl and his shameless pandering! I liked all of these. BTW, we might have some Choctaw in the woodpile also. Certainly we know that a not-so-distant grandfather was working at the Choctaw school in SE OK in some capacity and is buried in the Indian cemetery down that way. My dad and uncle spoke phrases that he taught them in the language. So that one hits me at home, for sure. TMI, I know. It’s a contender.
Aunty’s pandering is appreciated with the Sooner haiku. I, myself, have seen a certain Kymster contribute to the pandemonium. But I think this one cancels out Kymmie’s and vice-versa.
My winner is by Karl and it is this one:
Forced by the dust bowl
to California, came back.
Tried to find an article I was reading just this week about the reverse dust-bowl. Saw several on the subject, but not the one I was after. Here’s a for instance: http://www.usatoday.com/money/economy/2010-10-12-oklahoma12_CV_N.htm
But this haiku has the emotion. Even in my lifetime, an “Okie” was considered a derogatory term. I can remember a campaign launched to re-brand the word in a positive manner. To my parent’s generation, an Okie was someone who gave up and left (presumably for California). But the tide turns now, some 70 years later.
So two weeks in a row, the dust bowl figures. Last week, Woody Guthrie’s folk songs led us to California because of the Great Depression; this week, those Okie roots are found to be strong and calling for its folks to come home. Oh, and that ever-so-subtle British reference also …. Oklahoma calls/London calling? Anyone? Anyone? Or just me?
Karl’s the double-winner today!