haiku 10 Sep 2018

Fierce fast and playful
Plumed slashes that crave sugar

Bright blurred humming wings

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 6 Sep 2018

Our culture suffers

From ‘reality’ TV;

It glorifies hate

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 4 Sep 2018

Spewing endless lies
Is not a character flaw:

It’s a power play

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

‘healthy’ bloke sneezes

In the latter months of the year 2018 (Common Era), local citizen Eduard Theodore Barnham, a supposed health freak who eats salad and pedals a muscle-powered bicycle, sneezed directly into the palm of his hand. Immediately thereafter he sprang right back into life, using same to handle money and open doors, greet other people with handshakes, even prepare a sandwich for his second-oldest child.

An initial inquiry revealed that Mr Barnham has never seen, read about, or hear of the many public health awareness campaigns encouraging people to sneeze into the crook of their arms, into the sleeve, lap, gap between the chest and upper garment, or literally anywhere else but into their own #%*! hands. Sources close to Mr Barnham report however that he is incapable of changing his sneezing habits despite having been informed, repeatedly, by each of his three children at separate times how to sneeze properly in the modern age. “I just don’t believe that the way I sneeze is such a big deal,” Mr Barnham concluded, shaking his head with a rueful smile. “You just can’t teach this old dog new tricks, I guess.”

Seven people at Eduard’s workplace have come down sick with symptoms similar to whatever he had two weeks ago.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 28 Aug 2018

Traumatized children

Endure both curse and blessing,
Their minds altered young

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 26 Aug 2018

Temptations don’t quit, 
Nor do they just go away. 
Should they be ignored? 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 23 Aug 2018

Using kind loving
Storm-clouds lift, and greed abates,
Making the mind pure

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 21 Aug 2018

Temptations abound 
Within us and without too 
It helps to not cheat 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 19 Aug 2018

Eating fingernails

Does as much as drinking ground

Rhinoceros horn

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 16 Aug 2018

Hatred clouds the mind
Greed poisons people when such
Ignorance abounds

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 14 Aug 2018

Cling not to objects
Whether found, lost, or stolen
Treasure but the mind

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 9 Aug 2018:

In my opinion

People abused in childhood
Can transcend quickly

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 7 Aug 2018

​Sitting quietly 
Amid the loud, madding crowds 
Beats not practicing 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 2 Aug 2018

Patience fosters hope
Compassion brings us closer
Through bright non-action

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 31 Jul 2018

beyond what is seen - and perceived, well, otherwise - is That With No Name

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

strong traditions hold

​Sticking firmly to habits developed over many years of haphazardly studying the human condition, local know-nothing Amanda E. Brycewith made sure to negate any statement made by another person - regardless of propriety or pretense. “You can’t say that,” would leap from her lips as soon as a counterpart would finish a sentence (with her forgetting, of course, that the word ‘can’ references a person’s ability to do something, not whether they have the permission or the right to do so). “I don’t think that’s correct,” would be her immediate response to pretty much anything anyone else said - even personal or professional opinions on topics she’d never really heard of, let alone studied. Sometimes, she’d say this in response to someone complaining about not being able to charge a mobile device due to faulty wiring: “All of the USB charging ports of my various phones have worked just fine, and I treat them like shit.”

Experts studying the aforementioned trend of instantly trying to negate the opinions of others blame it on not only bad habits picked up watching reality television but also the incessant and purposeful erosion of (human) self-worth by marketers and advertisers in their drive to sell bullshit to the self-loathing masses.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

witty friend praises choice of car insurance commercial

For totally the very first time in the long history of mankind, local funnyman Dale Ivan Young jokingly said he liked the commercial chosen by a popular video-streaming website to play immediately before the trailer for a new blockbuster film. “Wow, this flick looks awesome - thanks for showing this to me,” Young said, chuckling over the familiar, repetitive quacking of a feathered corporate mascot while grinning and flashing his eyes at the person whose turn it was to select something to watch. “I can’t wait to see it, ha ha ha,” he continued, patting a love-handle as he furtively made brief eye contact with each of the six other people leaning over a small mobile device trying to get a glimpse of its display.

His meagre spunk apparently spent, Dale absolutely would not - by hook or by crook - offer up a solid, clear opinion about the upcoming film in question, instead sidling away from the group in order to perform a pretend inspection of his vaporizer under the light of a nearby overhead lamp.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 13 Jul 2018

Reaching soaring trees
Cluster on the hot prairie
Like great shady tents

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 10 Jul 2018

Embrace love handles
And that extra scoop of cream:
Fat is life, basta

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] 

haiku 8 Jul 2018

that one dude’s mullet
is the best thing I have seen

since like ‘89 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 5 Jul 2018

Jesus’s short creed: be kind to one another; follow Yahweh’s law?

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 2 Jul 2018

​extremism sucks, regardless of origin: cross, star, or crescent

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 1 Jul 2018

armed with swift Mjölnir, his brother a brash trickster, he’s a thunder-god

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 28 Jun 2018

quirky characters, in some strange work environs - is that The Office?
​
[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 27 Jun 2018

one bark sets him free, when world-tree Yggdrasil shakes; his name is Garmr

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 24 Jun 2018

Tolerance and love
Shown to all - regardless of
What their ‘sex’ might be

[http://www.gaypridecalendar.com/]

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 21 Jun 2018

Womyn are pretty,

And verdant lawns grow well, in

Paradise City

(youtu.be/Rbm6GXllBiw)

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 19 Jun 2018

Broken sunny rays 
Good fortune since the stone age 
Shining swastika 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 18 Jun 2018

Kind hands, but strong words
Behavior challenged head on
Tough love is oft best

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 11 Jan 2018

An uncarved wood-block
Faultless, calm, and unchanging
Formless but quite real

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 10 Jun 2018

The keg was finished 
As were many fine smoked meats 
In record damn time 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 7 Jun 2018

Handfuls of veggies
Simmering alongside meat
Stew can heal the soul

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 5 June 2918

Avoiding silence;
Spending time on others’ lives;
These often confuse​

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 31 May 2018

Live without remorse 
Laugh with boundless happiness 
Die a thousand ways 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 29 May 2018

Each time it’s the same: 
The nerdy guy gets the girl 
And the hot dude hangs 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 24 May 2018

Working isn’t fun 
But not eating isn’t, too 
Therefore do I toil 

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ] ​

haiku 22 May 2018

Covered by a tent
The patch of grass soon withered
But grew back later

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 20 May 2018

Forty-one years on
And things seem just as awesome
As they were at birth

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 17 May 2018

Seventy million
Born-again conservatives

Threaten liberty

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

dreamstate writing 15 May 2018

During one of this morning’s dreams, I and a handful of other entities were on our way to the airport to board a flight. On the way, we stopped to go hiking on a path that ran alongside a tall, vaguely circular, wooded mountain that looked strongly familiar. In order to reach the lot where we’d parked our car, we had to pass through a long tunnel, which featured a roofed bulletin board  from which paper message and bags that people had forgotten were hanging.

Recognizing a white canvas bag as one my father used to own, I lifted it off of the wooden peg from which it had hung and opened it up, rifling through the contents. Out came reams of loose papers as well as a few old-fashioned photographs. The latter I kept turning over in my hands until I could see the images they bore, mostly poor-quality pictures of my siblings and me in our youth sitting amongst our parents in darkened rooms.

Suddenly, I became aware of a large and threatening shadow-shape lurking under the steel walkway that lead through the tunnel. My initial attempts to flee were thwarted by my companions, who soothed my fears. Then, during the same or a subsequent dream, I heard with my waking ears someone that sounded just like my deceased mother say my first and middle names, to which I responded, aloud, with, “Hi, mom.”

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 13 May 2018

Under lightning skies
Tent-walls buffeted by wind
Is the best sleep found

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 10 May 2018

Dropped repeatedly
Or exposed to stimuli
Can plants really learn?

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

haiku 8 May 2018

Five fifty and five
Polished stone clawing the sky
A soaring tribute

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]

dreamstate writing 1 May 2018

This dream occurred sometime in the early hours of this morning.

A dark-haired boy and what appeared to be his father were sitting next to a water-filled channel running across the descending edge of a sand dune. Beyond and below them was a flat beach upon which a few dozen bathers lounged. As I was walking up the mound toward them the boy climbed onto the rim of the channel, which collapsed, sending him tumbling head over heels into a trough of water at the bottom of the dune. I yelled at the father to alert him of his son’s plight, but he never turned to look, instead sat facing away from us the whole time. Swallowed instantly by the trough’s quicksand-like substrate material, the boy disappeared until only the very top of his head was showing.

Clawing into and digging away at the golden liquid sand, my efforts hampered by freely-flowing water, I managed to free the boy’s head, then finally after more frantic excavations his whole body. His eyes were closed and his face and neck were turning blue from lack of oxygen. Gathering his rag-doll body into my arms, I picked him up so that his head rested to the right of mine and his limbs draped around the right side of my torso. Standing up, I shouted down to the lounging bathers, who seemed unable to understand me. I tried different languages, saying things like Police, Polizei, Polisi, call for help, ayudame, rufe einen Krankenwagen, and tolong sakit.

Then, the scenery changed and I was ascending a tall tower of glass and steel, still holding the unconscious boy, mounting flights of stairs and riding upward in elevators, climbing ever and ever higher into the sky. Upon reaching some sort of top-floor control center packed with blinking computer terminals and walled in with slanted slabs of glass, I was approached directly by a small blond woman who finally offered to help me revive the unconscious child in my arms.

[ americanifesto / 場黑麥 / jpr / urbanartopia / whorphan ]