Category: ICreate - Everyday Art Every Day

Monday, April 17, 2023 is International Haiku Day

4/17/2023

International Haiku Day – “a day to celebrate the width and depth and breadth that can be enjoyed when words are limited but imaginations are allowed to soar.”

So….

** Write a Haiku Poem

Get out a pen and paper, wander in and out of nature, and wait for something to bring a little bit of inspiration! Haiku Poetry is about the beauty that can be captured in short, simple stanzas.
With its unique style (five syllables on the first line, seven on the second, and five again on the third), anyone can write a Haiku poem. However, it sometimes takes a true master to capture the heart and mind in the space of 17 syllables.

Go on, try it!

The painted lady
has much makeup to remove
before beauty sleep.

** Read a Book of Haiku Poetry

For those who are feeling less inspired to create their own poetry, reading Haiku written by others is a great way to enjoy the day. Here are a few to get started with:

Japanese Haiku Poems (2003) by Peter Washington
The Haiku Anthology (1974) by Cor van den Heuvel
The Essential Haiku (1994) by Robert Hass
Haiku: Japanese Art and Poetry (2010) by Judith Patt

From https://www.daysoftheyear.com/days/haiku-poetry-day/

I don't tend to write a lot of Haikus, but I've dabbled; usually when it's a prompt, like for NaPoWriMo. Without further ado, here are a few I've found from before...

From the Archives -- Hamilton Haikus from 2012...

My Most Resent Art Fixation

1/13/2023

NEUROGRAPHIC ART* Super calming and by far the coolest thing I've learned in a while... and, I learned a lot of cool stuff about octopuses today, but that's a whole other blog post (maybe, if I remember to do one). As a substitute teacher, I have a gig teaching art to middle schoolers for a couple of weeks. I was left this amazing lesson on Neurographic Art, which has both calmed my soul and pushed my art practice forward...

* So, I could work real hard to find my sources and post the slide show that the teacher I covered for sent me, but then I would never post this blog and I would get all hung up on all that other stuff when I really just want to share the art. And I also cannot figure out hashtags but I really just want to post and not worry about that. So, whatever. Just Google "neurograpahic art" to be as inspired as I was!

Then I decided to apply it to an old artwork left abandoned. And I think it has been sufficiently resuscitated.

Thank goodness for ART:)

Some of my first creative endeavours...

11/28/2020

I found a journal from way before... talk about a time machine!

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 27

5/8/2020

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 26

5/8/2020

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 24

5/1/2020

Opticks

The prompt was ‘fruit’ and this somewhat recent and unshared poem has an apple in it, so I count it(;

NaPoWriMo2020 - Poem 23

5/1/2020

The prompt was to play with the alphabet (more or less). I was going to cheat and use a poem from when I did this before. Instead, I tried a new one, and Aha! I like it, but I also like the other one, so here are both...

A is for Apocalypse

Architect of anarchy, asshole archetype; And
another apeshit angry anti-asshat holy epiphany --

Aaaaarrrgghhh --

After all the awesome angelic altar-egos
effectively alienate the aliens, isolating with the best of ‘Em,
but only if it’s after eight
and, only if you’re arboreal, all upright and sturdy strong,
can you truly see all that’s wrong.

Ardent animalistic instincts above all else — so I attack,
aggressive and artfully with much ado.
Ammunition needed to amass amenities amongst
the average anomalies in this after-lifetime of allegorical irony.
No glory, like getting schmucked by a lorry, asterisk...
It might have been a bus, but it doesn’t matter when I’m dust --
Awesome August allergies in April —

Aaaachoooo --
Boo hoo. Me too.

(April 24... first write/word gathering, April 25, 2020... arranged, edited, finalized, again Apr 30/May 1)

Mouthful of Marbles

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 22 - EarthDay Theme

4/30/2020

one

one sun
many moons
one love
many tombs
one earth
many rooms
many fumes
few blooms
many ruins
go boom
with doom
now gloom
it looms
fill the saloons
escape tycoons
big goons
human hoodlum unions
loosen delusions
or grow illusions

as we consume
do not assume

hope
floats
like 99 bloated red balloons
going by
before they deflate
as laws dictate
it’s innate
relate, mate ?

one faith
would be great
too late
many fates
many hates

one earth
one sun
one love

one hope

(March 8, 2019)

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 20

4/28/2020

Canadian Spring
All the Seasons in One Day
One + Four Haikus

Monsoons, floods, showers
Deluges for May flowers
‘Brella overturns

Holy crap, wind gusts
Out of nowhere, scared kitty.
Tornado paper swirls

Moist and mushy mud
Gurgles around galoshes
Slurpy and sloppy

Deceitful sun with
false promises. The cat knows;
Warmest through windows.

Might as well just #stayhome

Mud stanza first conceived Mar. 27, rest written April 25, title sorted April 28, 2020)

NAPOWRIMO2020 - Poem 19

4/27/2020

NAPOWRIMO Prompt: Write a poem based on a “walking archive.” What’s that? Well, it’s when you go on a walk and gather up interesting thing – a flower, a strange piece of bark, a rock. This then becomes your “walking archive” – the physical instantiation of your walk. If you’re unable to get out of the house (as many of us now are), you can create a “walking archive” by wandering around your own home and gathering knick-knacks, family photos, maybe a strange spice or kitchen gadget you never use. One you’ve finished your gathering, lay all your materials out on a tray table, like museum specimens. Now, let your group of materials inspire your poem! You can write about just one of the things you’ve gathered, or how all of them are all linked, or even what they say about you, who chose them and brought them together....

I walked by the crick and back home up my street and snapped some pics. Then I photoplayed and created a wee scene...

A Drunken Tale (At the Local Watering Hole)

Wise turtle tells me tall tales of ye old Captain Fundas
who’s quite known for his specific brand spitfire sass.
He lives at his lighthouse, never raising his brows
when the fish fan outwards, away from the birdy buzzards,
for frisky frolics further upstream. Was it all but a dream....
in a little fishing town, a little further down
than that other nifty place, where I saw your pretty face?

(conceived April 24, 2020, recrafted and finalized April 25, 2020)

It’s a nonsense poem, not really saying anything,
But it’s whimsical
And quirky perky:)