My boredom is stunning. Wow! I've never felt quite this shockingly dulled!
So, I ask you to send me a Haiku. Make this Haiku about your respect for this blog. If you do so, I shall be overwhelmington. The joyfulness will strike me like Mjolnir. I will weep and beg for less happiness because it is driving me batsh*t insane.
About Me
- Freeman
- Matthew Freeman is a Brooklyn based playwright with a BFA from Emerson College. His plays include THE DEATH OF KING ARTHUR, REASONS FOR MOVING, THE GREAT ESCAPE, THE AMERICANS, THE WHITE SWALLOW, AN INTERVIEW WITH THE AUTHOR, THE MOST WONDERFUL LOVE, WHEN IS A CLOCK, GLEE CLUB, THAT OLD SOFT SHOE and BRANDYWINE DISTILLERY FIRE. He served as Assistant Producer and Senior Writer for the live webcast from Times Square on New Year's Eve 2010-2012. As a freelance writer, he has contributed to Gamespy, Premiere, Complex Magazine, Maxim Online, and MTV Magazine. His plays have been published by Playscripts, Inc., New York Theatre Experience, and Samuel French.
30 comments:
You cut my eyes out,
Gobble, gobble, gobble, yum.
The iris tastes good.
HOLY OUCH BATMAN!
The new lily sinks.
Goodbye to youthful lovers.
Old age sets in fast.
Matt Freeman, writer.
Matt Freeman, superhero.
Matt Freeman, blogger.
Blogging at your job
Re: how bad you are at it...
A bad idea.
I read in secret
daily, wondering how I
can make you like me.
Dear Lord! My shame is overwhelming!
I am told to write
haiku for Matt but I
do not like the form
Blogger--your feelings
are not in this blog enough.
Who has betrayed you?
I agree with Kyle.
Did Good Shepherd teach you nil?
I heart rent money.
Ruhl--ubiquitous
Name. Is it one syllable,
Or two. Isherwood?
Daily I plot how
I can destroy
Matt Freeman utterly
Star Wars. Transformers.
Double-u double-u E.
My prince is a geek!
I suck at haikus
I always use too many
words, but I agree that . . . DAMMIT!
Soothing color scheme
Prevents my eyes from burning.
I appreciate.
High praise, Jaime. High praise indeed.
I'll take it.
I leave on a plane
Christmas, my destination
but might be delayed
i might not be witty enough today to participate....
I do not take part
But syllable check the rest
What does that make me?
All are done by noon.
What? No afternoon haiku?
You lazy bastards.
My students; ATL - you
Did not seek Brown or write
Baltimore Waltz.
Paula, normally
so lucid, but what the fuck
does that last one mean?
"ATL?" Actors Theatre
of Louisville? I
still can't parse the rest.
Listen, Jaime. I'll still win a five-figure fellowship for that haiku, whether you parse it or not. I'm Paula Vogel, dammit.
Paula yelled at me.
But still, her recognition -
Long sought, fin'ly mine.
Merry Xmas, Matt.
Come to the Magic Woods.
We hunt for sprites.
clop,clop...clop,clop
The Disapproving Centaur only had four syllables in his last line. The one before the "clops". 'Sprites', unlike 'Spirits' is only one.
What can I say? I get all red-pen schoolmarm when it comes to Haiku. I don't know why. It is a sad compulsion.
Hey there, Fancy Pants.
I'm sorry I missed your show.
Please do not beat me.
Boredom strikes the man
Winter of the blogging soul
Freeman! Free Thyself!
Lonely is the man
Who asks, nay, who just demands
our adoration
So very true.
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