MORE Quotes ….. about Haiku 俳句

PH Sheep HaikuPoet
Collecting a few “More Quotes About Haiku“! Click my earlier post:
Quotes about Haiku“, if you are interested. All new ones below!

Our relationship is like ten turtles marching along, followed by seven beetles, with each carrying one monosyllabic word on its back. You might call that a haiku, but I call it love.
― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

To convey one’s mood
in seventeen syllables
is very diffic
― John Cooper Clarke

The only problem
with Haiku is that you just
get started and then
― Roger McGough

Haikus are quite hard
You always have to count them
…Chunky applesauce?
― Benny Cramer, Haikus are Hard

“If it weren’t for dreams,” he said. “I wouldn’t know half the things I know about the future. They’re better than Olympus tabloids.” He cleared his throat then held up his hands dramatically:
    Dreams like a podcast,
    Downloading truth in my ears.
    They tell me cool stuff
“Apollo?” I guessed, because I figured nobody else could make a haiku that bad. He put his finger to his lips, “[Shh] I’m incognito. Call me Fred.”
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham…
― Christopher Moore, Coyote Blue

Haiku has this rather fantasmagorical property: that we always suppose we ourselves can write such things easily.
French philosopher and literary theorist Roland Barthes

He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.
    Green grass breaks through snow.
    Artemis pleads for my help.
    I am so cool.
He grinned at us, waiting for applause.
“That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said.
Apollo frowned. “Was it?”
“Yes. What about I am so bigheaded?”
“No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself.
Zoe Nightshade turned to us. “Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I’d had to hear one more poem that started with, “There once was a goddess from Sparta-
“I’ve got it!” Apollo announced. “I am so awesome. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.
― Rick Riordan, The Titan’s Curse

I want to create a seventeen-syllable word that encompasses the human condition, and then use that word to form the world’s most perfect haiku.
― Jarod Kintz, I Want

Here’s a haiku/palindrome I wrote called, “Obsession”.
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob,
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob,
Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob
― Jarod Kintz, A Letter to Andre Breton, Originally Composed on a Leaf of Lettuce With an Ink-dipped Carrot

I know how to tell a woman I love her in seventeen syllables or less. I’m not talking about a haiku, I’m talking about grunts from an orgasm.
― Jarod Kintz, A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

Love taught me to die with dignity that I might come forth anew in splendor. Born once of flesh, then again of fire, I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams

Most of these editors, as they call themselves, couldn’t even effectively edit a haiku.
― Frank Black

Nobody can be angry and write a Hokku at the same time. Likewise, if you are crying, express your tears in seventeen syllables and you feel happy. No sooner are your thoughts down on paper, than all connection between you and the pain which caused you to cry is severed, and your only feeling is one of happiness that you are a man capable of shedding tears.
― Natsume Sōseki, The Three-Cornered World

How many midget feet can you fit in your shoes? Depends on how big your penis is. Mine is 17 syllables long, like a haiku.
― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE

The basis of art is change in the universe.
― Robert Hass, The Essential Haiku: Versions of Basho, Buson, and Issa

Men know how to read printed books; they do not know how to read the unprinted ones. They can play on a stringed harp, but not on a stringless one. Applying themselves to the superficial instead of the profound, how should they understand music or poetry?
― From the Saikontan, by Kojisei (circa 1600) cited in Haiku by Robert Blyth, circa 1947 Tokyo, p. 73.

Even if there were only seventeen syllables left in the universe, I still don’t think The Mythical Mr. Boo would write a haiku. Especially not if those syllables were groups of “oh,” “no,” “ah,” “ouch,” “ugh,” “eek,” and “shit”!
― Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE