It was a pretty glorious day today, sunny and warm but not too hot, and I was sitting in the sunlight waiting for the bus home from uni, looking forward to being able to sit in the sunlight up the back of the bus (in the 'new' accessible busses, you know the second row of seats after the step where you can comfortably rest your elbow?) And when I got on board the back half of the bus had been tinted which totally changed the quality of the light and the airconditioning was freezing, so I was sitting in the dim cold in this completely insular environment. It felt quite bizarre. /ramble :)
I need edjumacation about a couple of things: 'standard' haiku verse is 5-7-5, yes? But it can also be 7-5-7? Are there any other ... what do you call it, shapes? of haiku? And if you write 5-7-5 and then a 7-5-7 MUST the next verse be 5-7-5 etc etc?
And I dashed inside midway through the washing to tap my fingers on things and scribble before I realised I had a 5-7-7 and that probably didn't exist.
Many hand-washes later, the hemp is soft but the water still runs purple
Oh, god, you're asking me for edification? Fear for us both, love. I'm just saying.
That said -- this is what I've gleaned from internetting and what have you. I am totally unlearned in just about everything (as in I've had very little formal education) but I'll give a go.
The standard English haiku is 5-7-5. It can be inverted to 7-5-7. However, because the Japanese don't count syllables the way that we do, but rather characters, haiku can also be interpreted to mean a poem with fewer than the requisite number of syllables per line, so long as it's long-short-long or short-long-short. Another form of haiku, though, is 7-7 -- I don't believe that this is acceptable in Japan, but is rather a spin on some of the other forms that I'll mention in a minute.
Further to this, there are other forms that are not technically haiku in the Japanese vernacular, but are treated as such in English. 5-7-7 and 5-7-5 are both similar forms of poetry, called sedoka. Something that follows a 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7 is a choka, and is a common form of Japanese long poetry.
If you'd like to drive yourself insane, go here and read some of their stuff on poetry.
Also, to spare you the comment spam, I'll email you in a bit with some of the random haiku stuff that I have - rules and histories and stuff. Er, if you're interested. If not, feel free to tel lme to piss off.
Also -- yours? Just word swap a bit, love.
Many hand-washes later, the hemb is soft but the water still runs purple
And one, I love that image, and two, I want to know what you were washing (did you make it?) and three, it totally is the dark side, isn't it? They're so addictive!
Yay! Thank you! *loves* Also, *perk* email? Where email? :D
I was actually *hanging out* the washing when I thought of that haiku (and typing fast so totally missed out words *smacks forhead* :)). Almost all of my clothes are machine washable, which is terribly good for lazy me. I do however have one longsleeved purple top from a shop called the Hemp Co in Margaret River (regretfully, I didn't make it). When I first wore it, it was scratchy: not exactly uncomfortable but enough so that when I put on a cotton shirt I really noticed the difference.
I was very lucky to have a Wise Mother, who said "Don't put that in the washing machine! Hand wash it to see if it's colourfast." It wasn't in the most spectacularly beautiful way; a purple so rich you could see it when you cupped the water in your hands. It's still not colourfast enough to go in the washing machine and because I'm lazy, it only gets washed when I know I want to wear it for a particular occassion. Despite my inattentions, it's a much softer fabric than it was in the beginning.
I was actually wearing the (smelly!) hemp top as I was hanging out the washing (I wanted to wear the shirt I was wearing that day again soon, and I needed something to perserve my modesty while standing at the street-visible washingline :D). I was thinking about the hassle of washing it versus how pretty I felt wearing it and then I was thinking, 'well, the water's still pretty' and then it was: "Oh!"
Have been without internet for much of the day, and without power for some as well. Will reply properly and comment and email (which is half written) tomorrow, after I've slept. <3
Oh, man. I always forget that y'all hang out washing. Makes more sense, now. I'm completely with you about the machine washable clothes, though. I'm not nearly clever enough to remember to separate things and all of that, you know?
The shirt sounds lovely. I demand pictures, at some point. Also, not sure if it matters to you, but I've read that you can soften hemp quite a bit by washing it in almost-boiling water. I was thinking about trying to do some knitting with hemp, so checked it out a bit.
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Glad to know that im not the only one who feels that way.
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It was a pretty glorious day today, sunny and warm but not too hot, and I was sitting in the sunlight waiting for the bus home from uni, looking forward to being able to sit in the sunlight up the back of the bus (in the 'new' accessible busses, you know the second row of seats after the step where you can comfortably rest your elbow?) And when I got on board the back half of the bus had been tinted which totally changed the quality of the light and the airconditioning was freezing, so I was sitting in the dim cold in this completely insular environment. It felt quite bizarre. /ramble :)
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dark sidejoy of writing haiku! And double yay that you write it so gorgeously. <3From:
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I need edjumacation about a couple of things: 'standard' haiku verse is 5-7-5, yes? But it can also be 7-5-7? Are there any other ... what do you call it, shapes? of haiku? And if you write 5-7-5 and then a 7-5-7 MUST the next verse be 5-7-5 etc etc?
And I dashed inside midway through the washing to tap my fingers on things and scribble before I realised I had a 5-7-7 and that probably didn't exist.
Many hand-washes
later, the hemp is soft but
the water still runs purple
Dark side, indeed...
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That said -- this is what I've gleaned from internetting and what have you. I am totally unlearned in just about everything (as in I've had very little formal education) but I'll give a go.
The standard English haiku is 5-7-5. It can be inverted to 7-5-7. However, because the Japanese don't count syllables the way that we do, but rather characters, haiku can also be interpreted to mean a poem with fewer than the requisite number of syllables per line, so long as it's long-short-long or short-long-short. Another form of haiku, though, is 7-7 -- I don't believe that this is acceptable in Japan, but is rather a spin on some of the other forms that I'll mention in a minute.
Further to this, there are other forms that are not technically haiku in the Japanese vernacular, but are treated as such in English. 5-7-7 and 5-7-5 are both similar forms of poetry, called sedoka. Something that follows a 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7 5-7-7 is a choka, and is a common form of Japanese long poetry.
If you'd like to drive yourself insane, go here and read some of their stuff on poetry.
Also, to spare you the comment spam, I'll email you in a bit with some of the random haiku stuff that I have - rules and histories and stuff. Er, if you're interested. If not, feel free to tel lme to piss off.
Also -- yours? Just word swap a bit, love.
Many hand-washes later,
the hemb is soft but
the water still runs purple
And one, I love that image, and two, I want to know what you were washing (did you make it?) and three, it totally is the dark side, isn't it? They're so addictive!
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I was actually *hanging out* the washing when I thought of that haiku (and typing fast so totally missed out words *smacks forhead* :)). Almost all of my clothes are machine washable, which is terribly good for lazy me. I do however have one longsleeved purple top from a shop called the Hemp Co in Margaret River (regretfully, I didn't make it). When I first wore it, it was scratchy: not exactly uncomfortable but enough so that when I put on a cotton shirt I really noticed the difference.
I was very lucky to have a Wise Mother, who said "Don't put that in the washing machine! Hand wash it to see if it's colourfast." It wasn't in the most spectacularly beautiful way; a purple so rich you could see it when you cupped the water in your hands. It's still not colourfast enough to go in the washing machine and because I'm lazy, it only gets washed when I know I want to wear it for a particular occassion. Despite my inattentions, it's a much softer fabric than it was in the beginning.
I was actually wearing the (smelly!) hemp top as I was hanging out the washing (I wanted to wear the shirt I was wearing that day again soon, and I needed something to perserve my modesty while standing at the street-visible washingline :D). I was thinking about the hassle of washing it versus how pretty I felt wearing it and then I was thinking, 'well, the water's still pretty' and then it was: "Oh!"
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<3
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The shirt sounds lovely. I demand pictures, at some point. Also, not sure if it matters to you, but I've read that you can soften hemp quite a bit by washing it in almost-boiling water. I was thinking about trying to do some knitting with hemp, so checked it out a bit.
Also, I'm writing you email right this second. <3