Davida beat me to the punch, sort of. I think the keyboard offers an even more rigorous and grimmer version of refridgerator poetry.
End shift. Enter home.
Insert Tab. Delete control.
Escape help. End. End.
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Originally posted by Kate Benedict:
The following haiku, which "deconstruct" Microsoft Windows, have been whipping around the Web for a while.
Your mission: write a haiku based on today's technology: computers, the WWW, cell phones, remote controls, DVD, HDTV, robotics, IMAX, hydroponics, anything techie at all.
Stay true to the craft of Haiku:
-- A poem of three lines
-- Line one: 5 syllables
-- Line two: 7 syllables
-- Line three: 5 syllables
Here are the samples:
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
so beautifully.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the blue screen of death.
No one hears your screams.
With searching comes loss
and the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
The Tao that is seen
is not the true Tao until
you bring fresh toner.
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