doors that keep revolving

I want to write something lovely and poignant here. Barring that, I want to write some Emrys-story.

I shall do neither. First of all because I'm tired and it's late, and second of all because I want to read more of Kafka on the Shore. Blasted cliffhanger chapters.

Instead I shall post several haiku, none of which were written by me. No, these are my favorites exerted from One Hundred Great Books in Haiku, by David Bader. The book was my Christmas gift from Pam, and in the interests of saving suitcase space I typed my favorites into my laptop and left the book at home.

I typed all of my favorites save The Rise and Fall of Rome, which was just too bloody long.

Inadvertant joke, heh.

( Oh, that the profound and sophisticated art of haiku should come to this . . . damn, but they're funny. )