“Hunter’s Haiku on the Election Cycle” by Christopher Dean
Pricks and vain bastards
scream about preachers and phones
damn glad I’m dead now
(Chris Dean’s family founded the remote city of Beaver, Utah, but fortunately he grew up further West–spending time in rivers, lakes, and even the ocean. He calls Santa Barbara his current home, but his spiritual home is Portland, Oregon)
[...] work deadlines, we’re still publishing some good stuff at Hemingway’s Shotgun: an excellent haiku by Christopher Dean; Ghost Writing Distance in Vowels by Mr. Zach; the haunting Grave of William Wordsworth by Eric D. [...]
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Hunter S. Haiku?
Comment by Scot — April 29, 2008 @ 4:06 pm
LOL
Comment by Rodger Jacobs — April 29, 2008 @ 4:07 pm
I love it. Hunter speaks from the grave with hardboiled truth.
Good to see Mr. Dean’s work on Hemingway’s Shotgun…
Comment by Eric Lehman — April 29, 2008 @ 5:32 pm
We’re glad to make his acquaintance here at the Shotgun, Eric, and will be gladly posting more of his work.
Comment by Rodger Jacobs — April 29, 2008 @ 6:54 pm
Great and true haiku. Too true. Sorry to sneak a poem in here but:
True Story
I once faxed
Hunter S. Thompson.
The guy who gave me
the fax number
warned me to keep
it to myself and
to expect
one of three responses:
1) Friendly. Encouraging.
2) Violent anger.
3) Nothing.
I got no response.
Comment by John Rocco — May 1, 2008 @ 11:01 am
One of my friends in graduate school had gone to Kansas in undergrad, where he was a witness to one of Thompson and William Burroughs annual drinkathons. Hunter kept trying to get into fights.
Comment by Eric Lehman — May 2, 2008 @ 3:50 pm
Nice haiku, John.
Comment by Rodger Jacobs — May 2, 2008 @ 11:26 pm