Above, at his typewriter, the Haiku master Nick Virgilio.
He wrote this:
My spring love affair
The old upright Remington
Wears a new ribbon
See more of his work and a lovely typed letter to another poet at
which is where the above picture came from.
And I had better confess with these three dashed off lines–
Cold December chills
Fifty thousand orphaned words
6 responses to “17 syllables; and a lament”
Hi! I always read your blog, i love it! And typewriters too! I congratulate you on your blog, it’s really interesting.
Greetings from Spain!
There’s always next year (:
Thanks, I think I will have to prepare a bit more, we had a bit of uproar around work and that kept me from maybe concentrating, and etc. etc.!
Thanks for calling my attention to Nick Virgilio’s work. I’ve always enjoyed haiku.
Somehow I am not surprised that he used typewriters to create this art!
I love Haiku and It’s now pretty exactly one year ago when I first discovered it – In a Robert Ludlum novel. They actually were one of the reasons to buy my first typewriter… Below, there’s one I wrote this spring.
abend im garten/klackern der schreibmaschine/quaken der frösche
evening in garden/clacking of the typewriter/croaking of the frogs
Nick Virgilio was also known as “Nickaphonic Nick”…back in the good old Philly days…He spun records for Jerry Blavat, Geator with the Heater…Nick truly was a haiku master.
out of water
out of itself