Mobius Haiku
Something cool for you to play with.
Heather McDougal over at Cabinet of Wonders -- an awesome blog all on its own -- has come up with a very cool poetry form: The mobius or meta haiku.
Her explanation is here.
The haiku have five links on the top line, seven on the middle, and five on the bottom, echoing the syllabic line-structure. The experience is a lot like our experience of real moments - in other words, you can't go back. There is a starting haiku and and ending haiku, and any number of ways to get there. In the present structure, you have more than 175 ways to get from the beginning to the end, so the process is surprisingly repeatable.
It sounds deathly dry, but description totally fails to capture the experience. Seriously, you have to go play with one.
Mobius Haiku
I am not particularly a fan of poetry, unless you count my pornographic fridge poetry, and waving anything labeled "haiku" at me carries with it the risk of sudden defenestration, but there is something really beautiful in this idea. I cannot stress enough how fascinating this idea is to me. An ever-evolving always-changing never-static poem, linear but not strictly limited, sequential but not static . . . that adds elements to it that make it quite appealing to me, and also strongly symbolic. There is something very life-like about it . . . like living through a moment, the different things you notice, the different input streams each competing with and defining each, yet all leading to the same ending.
I desperately want to write some, but have no idea how I would code it to display here.
Heather McDougal over at Cabinet of Wonders -- an awesome blog all on its own -- has come up with a very cool poetry form: The mobius or meta haiku.
Her explanation is here.
The haiku have five links on the top line, seven on the middle, and five on the bottom, echoing the syllabic line-structure. The experience is a lot like our experience of real moments - in other words, you can't go back. There is a starting haiku and and ending haiku, and any number of ways to get there. In the present structure, you have more than 175 ways to get from the beginning to the end, so the process is surprisingly repeatable.
It sounds deathly dry, but description totally fails to capture the experience. Seriously, you have to go play with one.
Mobius Haiku
I am not particularly a fan of poetry, unless you count my pornographic fridge poetry, and waving anything labeled "haiku" at me carries with it the risk of sudden defenestration, but there is something really beautiful in this idea. I cannot stress enough how fascinating this idea is to me. An ever-evolving always-changing never-static poem, linear but not strictly limited, sequential but not static . . . that adds elements to it that make it quite appealing to me, and also strongly symbolic. There is something very life-like about it . . . like living through a moment, the different things you notice, the different input streams each competing with and defining each, yet all leading to the same ending.
I desperately want to write some, but have no idea how I would code it to display here.