YSaC, Vol. 362: Bonus points for an alexandrine.
2009 July 14
free bike
free bike it wokes nice
giving out to any1
cant ride no more
This is, disappointingly, one syllable (and one profound meaning) short of a haiku.
I think more people should write their Craigslist ads in poetic meters. Imagine reading ads in iambic tetrameter:
The dainty water fountain and
The graceful neck of swans aloft
Conceal the greater truth since it’s
A lamp with dolphins, damn it all.
And speaking of the rare dolphin-swan lamp-fountain, Althea sent me an email pointing out that the “swan fountain” had been recently relisted with the exact same text (and same price). Obviously they would have had more success selling it if they used my quatrain above.
Bike post sent in by atomic cate — thanks!
It is almost a thing of beauty. The meter does flow haiku-like. And it’s an easy fix, too.
free bike it wokes nice
giving out to any1
cant ride *it* no more
But two questions: first, does a bike sleep? It’s nice to know it doesn’t woke up grumpy. Second, I really think it should’ve been “caint” instead of “cant.”
(((clapping)))
That better be with one hand…
And a one-handed clap for YOU sir/ma’am. Great ref.
*does a bike sleep?*
Only when it’s too tired (two-tired, get it?).
*groan* a good (bad) one!
That actually is rather profound. Ah, the act of giving makes one’s losses that much lessened…
Maybe he was thinking about the spokes when he was typing? We have a daycare near here that’s called “Stoke’s Nest” (I swear)- maybe this bikegiver-writer wokes there?
I’m confused. Does it work nice or look nice?
Yes.
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Or maybe no.
sounds like a slutty bike if he’s letting just anyone ride it
I’m not gonna lie, I sort of want to purchase that dolphin/swan lamp/fountain after reading that poem.
It’s apparently still available! (Or at least was.)
Free stuff always goes faster on Craigslist if accompanied by a poem!
I actually got a free microwave from Craigslist by composing a haiku.
I don’t even know how to woke, this bike is perfect for me. It can teach me to woke and I will, in turn, teach it to haul me around while I write poetry upon it. Only in my dreams…. or on Craigslist!
May is National Walk or Ride A Bike to Work month. Too bad I already have a bike that wokes. It’s hanging up in the shed, and it wokes me in the haid every day!
Edit: That is almost a poem!
Take it for free it “wokes” nice
Were his words of sage advice
He can’t ride no more
Cuz the bike is a whore
It showed up on Miami vice
Cute puppy!!!!
If Sparky had corrected the double negative in the last line, it would be a haiku. As Frankie sang, “So close, so close and yet so far.”
[Insert some geeky jokes about a bike, wokes and ewoks here]
I cannot seem to manage it this morning.
I’ve been looking for a free skateboard that woks good.
So close.
Does that mean it makes tasty food if you don’t clean it?
Doctor, can I ride the bike anymore?
Yes you can.
Well I couldn’t before!
Dangit, Taco! That’s actually been in my head all week and I had *just* gotten it out!
I grok a bike that wokes
But, can it have wheels that woks
Or, do I ask too much?
Free bike that wokes nice
sparky almost makes haiku
craigslist plus stupid.
This is an excellent example of finding the poetry, and hence the beauty, of everyday life. Sparky’s writings discuss this at length in a way that is itself nearly poetic. Even when waxing nostalgic about his bike that he cannot ride any more, Sparky teaches us a profound lesson about poetic forms. Sparky is “one syllable (and one profound meaning) short of a haiku,” but this clearly was intentional. Despite the small moments of beauty that can be found in our lives, we still feel incomplete. We are always waiting for the next new thing, the other shoe to drop. The incompleteness of Sparky’s haiku speaks deeply to the yearning we all feel, which is such a foundational aspect of the human psyche.
Ar, are you feeling okay? Do you need a drink or a vitamin or something?
Windy, I just went back and looked, and you didn’t sign off yesterday! My world is crumbling around me.
And yes, I’m fine, though sleeping on the couch with my contacts still in is getting more tempting by the second…
That was my way of saying that I’m sleepy.
The weather was beautiful, and I walked a lot, but now I’m not sure I can convince myself to move. And Mr.AR’s at work for another 2 hours, so he’s not here to carry me to the bed. I suppose he could do that when he gets home, but that still doesn’t solve the problem of my contacts needing to come out.
And now I’m just conversing with myself b/c I’m tired and bored and “stuck” on the couch w/ my laptop.
The worst part is that I’m keeping myself awake b/c I know it’ll be painful to take out my contacts if I try to do it right after sleeping. So I’m not sleeping, but I’m not getting up and going to bed either.
If I knew the correct haiku format (too lazy to Google right now), I would write you one with your self-conversation as a theme.
5 syllables
7 syllables
5 syllables
I think I’m going to close the laptop and roll off the couch now. Whether I end up sleeping in bed or on the floor is as yet TBD.
Good night.
I slept on the couch the other night with my contacts in, with cats and a dog as my blanket. It was surprisingly restive: the couch is right next to the fireplace and it was raining. All I remember is the sound of rain on the flue, the purrs of the cats and the hound dog snores. It was deep restive sleep, although I *did* have to deal with the contacts the next morning.
Our couch is *very* comfortable. I’ve slept on it before. But the memory of the last time I had to deal with my contacts after waking up on the couch got me to bed properly.
AR, if you read this tomorrow, yeah, I stopped punching out because no one was reading it. I might start doing it earlier in the day, but don’t know yet. Anyway, I’m glad someone noticed. It’s going to make it harder to remember who was in the box now. Hmmmmm. I need to sleep on it. G’night, folks!
FWIW, I use the mobile site which doesn’t have a box, so I always check the punches to see who got the honour.
Oh! Thanks for that, LaKitta, I know several folks use mobile too. Okay, I’ll go back to punching or some indication of who was in the box. If you could give me an adore for it, even though it’s not adore-worthy, that lets me know someone read it. 8)