Make A Living As A Poet: Japanese Businessman Poetry Contest

Sunday, November 30, 2008

Japanese Businessman Poetry Contest

Here is a link to an article in the Guardian about an annual Senryu contest.

This is a the winning entry submitted by a child to Toto's recent annual senryu contest:

Toilet

This is my room

My dad says

Toto is best known for its Washlet bidet toilets, and "Happy Buttocks," ad . This combination of poetry contest and business could really catch on. For me I am down for happier, cleaner, buttocks! To refresh yourself, to restore yourself, to pamper yourself.
Warm water, warm seat, warm air, pretty good way to start your day...
Not since Lew Welch's immortal line

RAID KILLS BUGS DEAD

Has there been such a strong poetry/business link. Is this the brave new world we have been hearing so much about?

Death by Taxi

In New York you die in taxis.
A little yellow death.
The honking of crows.
Black puddles, putrid flapping.
Only there are no crows.
They must be pigeons, blacking up.
They honk convincingly and the traffic
begins to flow and breathe again.
You are in his arms. He is loving you alive.
You see the light. It’s a green light
For God’s sake try to make the light.
It’s flashing and the crow dogs are barking
in their little park runs.
Only there are no dogs.
They must be jackals in wiener dog coats.
Your death will make the news.
The paperboys are swooning,
“Extra! Extra!”
“You’ll never guess who died in a taxi!”
Stuck in traffic unable
to get to even the closest
Starbucks. Only there is no coffee.
It must be dead black water,
like an old Doobee Brothers song
surprising you on the radio.
But that’s not radio and the cabby
isn’t singing to you, he’s singing
to his cousin about the Knicks in Urdu.
He keeps shouting the chorus,
“Knick Knock, Knick Knock.”
He has no idea you are dead.
Now here’s the riddle:
do you tip when you’re dead?
You can’t take it-whatever!
Still it seems a little rude,
to keep driving
into the subway token sun,
slipping through its square hole,
while all your passengers
are rattling a hoarse mackerel breath
almost a whisper,
“Horse Head Nebula”
and step on it.

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Sunday, November 30, 2008

Japanese Businessman Poetry Contest

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