Lumpy pudding

Judging a poem is like judging a pudding or a machine. One demands that it work. Poetry succeeds because all or most of what is said or implied is relevant; what is irrelevant has been excluded, like lumps from pudding and 'bugs' from machinery. (Wimsatt & Beardsley)

Here we celebrate the excluded, lumpy parts of the pudding!

Jan 1, 2012 2:32pm
The old haiku masters’ take on New Year’s… New Year’s Day   my hovel the same as ever                — Issa (1763 - 1827)Has spring already come?   I feel wealthy this New Year with five sho of old rice                — Basho (1644-94)New Year’s Day  nothing good or bad - just human beings                — Shiki (1867 - 1902) — Above - portrait of Basho by his patron Sugiyama Sanpu (1647 - 1732)

The old haiku masters’ take on New Year’s…

New Year’s Day
   my hovel
the same as ever
                — Issa (1763 - 1827)

Has spring already come?
   I feel wealthy this New Year
with five sho of old rice
                — Basho (1644-94)

New Year’s Day
  nothing good or bad -
just human beings
                — Shiki (1867 - 1902)

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Above - portrait of Basho by his patron Sugiyama Sanpu (1647 - 1732)
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