Talking shit

A samurai in a latrine; outside, his three attendants hold their noses. Coloured woodcut by Hokusai, 1834. Credit: Wellcome Collection. Attribution 4.0 International (CC BY 4.0).

I stumbled across an item from the Poetry Foundation, “Haiku on Shit” by Masaoka Shiki, in my virtual wanderings and thought it a delightful departure from the daily shit monsoon, against which a parasol, a wetsuit, or a subterranean bunker are no defense.

Tags: haiku, Poetry Foundation, shit

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11 Responses to “Talking shit”

khal spencer Says:
May 5, 2022 at 9:10 am | Reply
Ohio GOP Senate primary, perhaps?
Pat O’Brien Says:
May 5, 2022 at 10:01 am | Reply
I would comment, but first I must get my shit together.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  May 5, 2022 at 4:20 pm | Reply
  We’ll have to let George Carlin have your comment, then.
SAO' Says:
May 5, 2022 at 10:56 am | Reply
Looks like shit. Smells like shit. Feels like shit. And tastes like shit.

Good thing I didn’t step in it.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  May 5, 2022 at 4:19 pm | Reply
  An all-time fave.
Opus the Poet Says:
May 5, 2022 at 11:48 am | Reply
Happy Cinco de Mayo! Pop a Cervesa and pour a shot of Cuervo and celebrate the French getting handed their asses by a bunch of campesinos.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  May 5, 2022 at 12:29 pm | Reply
  No shit. Remember the Battle of Puebla! Also, the words of John Steinbeck regarding Bohemia beer, via Old Jingleballicks in “Sweet Thursday”:
  
  “The Mexicans are a great and noble people. The Pyramid of the Sun and this beer — whole civilizations have produced less.”
Chris Ivich Says:
May 5, 2022 at 3:08 pm | Reply
Backpacking has often driven me to poetry:
Whilst erecting my tent
A bear turd gives pause
S’ok, not a haiku, but in the spirit.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  May 5, 2022 at 4:18 pm | Reply
  O, indeed, those bear turds linger in the mind long after the aroma is absent from the snout.
Shawn Says:
May 5, 2022 at 3:20 pm | Reply
I shat a few times in an outhouse that was claimed to have been the first place that Sputnik was seen. According to a misguided research scientist (no not you Khal), up at the Geophysical Institute in Fairbanks, he was appreciating his constitution when Sputnik alighted across the sky. Rumors have been started on less, but the outhouse does have an official commemorative plaque appreciating the sighting.

Bohemia beer and Cinco de Mayo. I suppose that’s not something you’d want to bring up this evening in some Paris biker bar.
- Patrick O'Grady Says:
  May 5, 2022 at 4:09 pm | Reply
  How many reverse gears does a French moto have? (rimshot) But I keed, I keed. …