春はただお花ではなく啼き川も

one needs must think of

not only cherry flo'ers in spring

the weeping brook too

though my heart singly goes to

bloom droopt out of this season

春はただお花ではなく啼き川も

外れ咲きのを慕うもけれど

notes:
 1.i miss yew trees, maple and willows too...

2.could one use cockney rhyme to write haiku?

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aeroplane above looks at the place of its soon to-be landing,

the runway in a springtime park, with white letters on vernal ground that say

"Welcome to Pluton"
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good.

I have received nothing from the world,

and nothing more to give.

move on from me, world.

I can be alone now.

I am no longer yours, and you mine.
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teleology cannot explain the work of a really good manga artist.

the level of charism is different.

those who take joy in the immediate now, and now, and now...

making joke of them

future is such a figment of abstraction, a bad plaything of bad imagination in comparison

in the now there is an infinity and prompt potential for everything; in the future, emptiness of numbers and their vain calculations.

now, and now, and now alone...see only the now, beyond all the three grammatical tenses you know.

you are not a slave to the past, present and future. you wear the masque at this moment. the comical way wears it no more.

manga. a weird thing. the resistance in the futility of ridicule. utterly hopeless---

and silent, but with boar's fangs. it oinks too, while dressing itself in muster feathers!

what a thing manga is!

all it needs is a good dance of true animus!

edit: and how utterly pathetic and effeminate this is.