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                          | Friday, January 09, 2009 |  
                          | five tanka of emotional dysfunction |  
                          |  I'm bringing back some things from my old  site, which will be new to some and I hope worth rereading to those who have seen them. 
 What's a tanka? It's like a haiku, but not.   You have 5 lines with the syllable count 5-7-5-7-7, but a tanka is "a poem of feelings, often involving metaphor and other figurative language (not generally used in haiku). While tanka praising nature have been written, and seem to resemble "long haiku," most tanka deal with human relationships or the author's situation."
 
 Here are the Five Tanka of Emotional Dysfunction: prefaced by a bonus one on sexual dysfunction: (See Chelsea Girl's brilliant Haiku to Sexual Misfunction as inspiration; for the definition of Tanka, my friend Tree whose blog is defunct.)
 
 Virgil writes, "Dido
 burns, fumes, blazes". Did this mean:
 "It hurts when I pee?"
 I hope not. Syphilitic
 Aeneus! His cheeks ablaze.
 
 
 1.'Love again, wanking
 at ten past three', writes Larkin.
 Wise man. He knew love.
 Loathed it. It's a cunt, like you.
 This truth makes no difference.
 
 2. Bright Star! would I were
 Steadfast as thou---arrgh, fuck it!
 The stars are not fixed.
 They shine with reflected light.
 In me, you find your mirror.
 
 3. Break, Sappho, break off.
 Enough with the emo, please.
 Time to cut losses.
 You loved once, it's true. So what?
 Who hasn't? --A common grief.
 
 4.Write, erase, rewrite.
 Oh, do not ask, "What is it"?
 In this green bower
 mermaids sing, each to each. Death
 trellised life. It's where we meet.
 
 5. I quote poetry.
 Easier and less naked
 For me. It's armor.
 Of a sort. These words, not-mine,
 Hide me while they reveal me.
 
 Leave me one of your own in the comments, if you like.
 
 Labels: syphilis, tanka, terence this is stupid stuff |  
 
                           posted by O @      09:00   |  
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                                            I used to yearn muchHungered for loving connection, mating of hearts
 Wasted years on futile dreams
 Now have found surcease in accepting truth
 Contentment, joy, appreciation are found in solitude
                                          
                                          
                                            Annie, I like that! do you write poetry?
                                          
                                          
                                            BTW, for those who are asking me, this is the Terence of the label. Just another geek joke! |  
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I used to yearn much
Hungered for loving connection, mating of hearts
Wasted years on futile dreams
Now have found surcease in accepting truth
Contentment, joy, appreciation are found in solitude