Some Haiku
On meeting new people (December 30, 2020)
a guided forest walk new and Beautiful flowers don't pick a bouquetRead More
An Amalgam of Haiku
On the annoying nature of people apologizing all the time for things they don’t control
Sunrises and Sunsets
Earth's revolutions, constant
Gaia says sorry - Stop
~Theodore Maestranzi
Embrace Spring - Warm Soul
Pollen Coats the Car - Achoo
Apology for Fucking
~Theodore Maestranzi
On someone changing their shoe type
boots fall away, ankle?Read More
feel the breeze and unwind
warm grass soon (future)
~Theodore Maestranzi
Unsolicited Conversation
Cold Coffee, bitter
Smiles dot the morning – Relax
embrace the discourse
~Theodore Maestranzi
Read MoreOn Coffee Shops – Haiku
So, I went out for my morning coffee and conversation with my friend who is a barista. It is a normal ritual and it gets me up and out of the home at a normal hour. There is a risk that he will get busy and I won’t be able to get into a deep debate on the productivity of the Death Star or how one would measure productivity of a Death Star (fuel burn per planet destroyed, but I will write that up later). Today was one of those days, so while I am sitting at the bank waiting to get a letter, I decided to write up some of my haikus from the morning.
a line of ants march
one by one, step by step – go
Barista, no break
~Theodore Maestranzi
Alternative Take
a line of ants march
over leaves/sticks… But not in rain
Barista, no break
~Theodore Maestranzi
Read MoreX2? Fuck you! – An Analysis of Regret
After brutal day work today, I wanted to let my brain relax so I did what any adult who is young would do – turn on some Mahler and stare at an absurdly large clock on the wall (JOKES… I am actually an eighty year old German farmer living in New Zealand (I am not)). Because I am weird, I do this boredom break for fun. Traditionally, instead of enjoying the clock on the wall, I would actually be staring at the weird brown stain that goes across the ceiling in my living room, but I am visiting family today (by the way, that stain in my living room is a constant confusion and has led to wonderful discussions). In general, boredom time is a structured event where the only thing I can do, other than think, is listen to music. As such, my brain gets to jump through some interest thoughts… like: infinite regret of day dreaming about real events.
So, without further introduction, let’s dive into pure sadness! To be fair, some of these concepts are close to Bergson’s view on hope and how one shouldn’t have it– fun stuff, right! Either way, the concept is simple but it is easier with an example. So, just like at work, let’s define a scenario. [Click “Read More” to find out if I am actually a German farmer]
Read MoreHaiku – During Yoga
So I walked into the coffee shop to work on some outlines for Manuscript 9 (Crack the joke: typical writer, get on your laptop and scroll through facebook, but jokes on you! I don’t bring a laptop, I bring a notebook and pen!), ignoring the tangent, I was there around 6:45 (normal Sunday to avoid the crowds) but the entire store was converted over to a yoga studio. With a free Americano (since I had to listen to the class), and my mind distracted from outlining, I decided to write some haikus; some were influenced by my mindset and others influenced by the baristas’ insights.
Just to level set, I’ve just arrived and my head has been filed with plots and dystopian scenarios and now I am facing people doing yoga. One the primary themes of dystopia (other than hope) is the near constant representation of human beings as being sheep or following orders (in yoga, if you’ve never been, a leader gives commands and you follow them). These were the outcomes:
~On Commands~
Torrent of fears/ideas
harp, serenity, zero thoughts
chaos over order – freedom
discarded shoes – pile
find inner peace, listen to guide
stop thinking – give in
~On someone pointing out the smell~
smell of ignorance
harps sing, commands, obey the yogi
It’s human nature