“It's
hard to write haiku. I mostly write long, silly Indian poems.”
– Jack Kerouac
That having been said, Kerouac –
born this date in 1922, and ever remembered for his autobiographical novel On The Road – wrote a lot of
haiku, scattered in among his many other writings.
On
the Road, of course, is considered 
a defining work of the post-WWII
Beat and Counterculture generations, with its protagonists living life against
a backdrop of jazz, poetry, and drug use.
It was based on the travels of Kerouac and his friends across America.
a defining work of the post-WWII
Beat and Counterculture generations, with its protagonists living life against
a backdrop of jazz, poetry, and drug use.
It was based on the travels of Kerouac and his friends across America.
But, that’s best left for another
“Writer’s Moment” entry. Today, the focus
is on Kerouac’s haiku, and here for Saturday’s Poems, are 3 that he liked.
I like them too. Happy Saturday.
Holding Up My
Holding up my
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.
purring cat to the moon
I sighed.
Birds Singing
Birds singing
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
in the dark
—Rainy dawn.
The Low Yellow
The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.
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