Haibun for Dverse 6-6-16

So here it is: The master of the uninverse either has a devious sense or humor or gets terribly bored at times. For instance, He planned and plotted  that one little bunch of His creatures live out of sight, underground, for fourteen years (sic).  Then apparently a clarion call sounds and they all creep upwards to see the light of day, and sing (though it sounds like a buzz to some). Someone has actually written a musical score for their buzz-song. They will mate and insert their eggs into tree bark and then the nymphs (I kid you not) will begin their long dark night of the soul. (That is, if a bird doesn’t eat them first). They are members of the Magicicada genus.

Inexorable,

the great ball of twine unrolls

who is to question

 

About Nan Mykel

I used to think I would be a child prodigy, but then I got old. Formerly I had fantasies of rubbing elbows with cultural and academic leaders but that did not come to pass because I did not become a cultural or academic leader or any other kind of leader, for that matter. I am not even an "Alpha Dog," a term learned from a friend who had to become "Alpha Dog" in order to influence her own pet. (When gazes lock, she never looks away.) For years I expected to become a published author, but in passing I could not avoid the fact that I had little to contribute to the world's bulging dumpsters. I'm embarrassed to report that I also considered my primary process artistic productions powerful, rather than mildly neurotic. Which is not to say that I disrespect myself, only that I am beginning to doubt my potential for making a mark on the world. If I focus on strict self discipline I may be able to keep my garbage removed on a weekly basis, to keep the kitty box changed, the clothes cleaned, the dog watered, fed and walked, but that just catches me up to the starting mark again. When writing I physically grapple with words, wrestling them from their indifference into attempted chunks of awareness. I sit heavily on my chair; I breathe in artificially cooled air; my ear drums note the tap tap of the keyboard and the steady uninterrupted sound of the air conditioner, What is that sound? The roar of the ocean from 30 yards away...Inside, my thoughts are are balls in an electronic game machine, bouncing hither and yon from lever to lever. I am a little grim and intent until I recall a dream related by a black man in the prison where I once worked. He said that when he was a small boy, back home, he dreamed he was standing on his front porch pissing, and that he suddenly found himself pissing stars...
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22 Responses to Haibun for Dverse 6-6-16

  1. Patti says:

    Is that what’s going on when they “sing” (though I don’t think I’d call it a song. Or a buzz. Maybe a chirp.)?

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  2. thotpurge says:

    Oh this was wonderful.. love the haiku!

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  3. whimsygizmo says:

    Too much fun! Love this cicada song!

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  4. kanzensakura says:

    Excellent. cicada are one of my favorite species of insect. Big and gentle they look fierce but do not harm one. We have both the seven years and the 13 years species here.

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  5. Oh this is perfect, I saw that video on cicadas the other day and came prepared so to speak… the cicada is also a kigo for traditional haiku so it makes perfect sense…

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  6. Beautiful Nan! I thought it was 17 years? I’ll look it up.

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  7. Bodhirose says:

    Truly wild…just what is the point of those cicadas’ unusual life cycle??

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  8. lynn__ says:

    Sometimes we find cicada “shells” attached to trees after they shed their skin…17 years is a looong time, especially in the insect kingdom!

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  9. I learned something new here! and I loved your haiku.

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  10. lillian says:

    oh the life of the cicada……..it’ having a leap year birthday to the nth degree! 🙂
    Enjoyed this one a lot! 🙂

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  11. Sautee Barb says:

    Haibun. New to me. Thanks!

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  12. Here’s an example of how sound, like scent, can elicit vivid memories. Nicely done.

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