I haven’t done Haiku Friday in several weeks and while I was walking home from my trip to the clinic (The doctor of infectious disease officially confirmed that I do not have TB…which I could have told him, but he had to see it personally apparently) and my stop at the interim I started composing a haiku.
In Dutch!
So here you go, my first Dutch haiku:
Een vakbondstaking
De helft van de trams rijdt niet
Niet poetsen vandaag!
English translation:
Union is striking
Half of the trams not running
No cleaning today!
Enjoy your Friday everyone! I know I’ll be enjoying some fresh air and resting my achy muscles. And click on the button for more haikus!
I wanted CB to be a guest poster today to talk about the whole foreskin thing from a male perspective. I asked him to do it several times over the past few weeks but there was no post prepared for this evening. In fact, I’ll probably be asked to remove this part of the post by him after he reads it tonight. But I don’t think I will.
Anyway, in lieu of what I was hoping to give you, I’ve opted to take a creative route and I am combining Haiku Friday with the final installment of For Skin Fridays:
Intact penises
Unlike cut ones, have built in
Moisturization
No matter your choice
All parents really want is
A happy penis
And that, my friends, is all I have to say about that. For other haikus click on the pretty button below.
The sky is my mood
Desolation, emptiness
Forever weeping
Brutal wind whips by
Banging the tin mail slot doors
Clamorous protest
Jackhammer diesel
It feels like I’m breathing hate
My blood is acid
Before you flip out, this was indeed how I felt yesterday. I wrote some of this imagery down at work in order to blog about it last night but CB was home from Leuven and it was more important just to be close to my boyfriend last night. Then I remembered Haiku Friday and thought the scraps of images from yesterday were more suited to haiku anyway.
The reason for that mood is this; I have decided not to perue an education while here in Belgium. So far, in my experience, the mindset in the university education system here is pretty much that of “sink or swim.” And quite frankly, one year of living here has not equipped me with the language abilities or the knowledge of Belgian pedagogical practices that one needs to successfully swim here. I spent this past semester splashing around in the shallow end and it was enough to let me know I’m not ready to go any further.
That might change, but not forseeably.
Needless to say I’m aggravated and wrestling with a lot of resentment and anger. Hopefully that will fade as I try to find a full time job here in Gent.
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No posts in a week!
Where has she been, you wonder
Working, distracted…
Immigration Hell
Chilly queuing for 4 hours
To work two weeks more.
It is a work day
Again I must catch the train
Tonight I’ll blog more.
Fiery crimson
Jovial yellowy green
Mellow earthy brown.
Evergreen needles
Burning wood smells on the breeze
Clean, crisp nipping air.
Rainy dreary gray
Chilly toes in my damp shoes
Green leaves won’t let go
Misshapen pumpkins
A sad lack of candy corn
Hurry Sinter Klaas!
Autumn in Flanders is not the autumn of my childhood, that’s for damn sure. I have read a few Flemish bloggers that don’t like autumn and I could never understand why. Now I do. Flanders gets so much rain and it seems like there is even more now. Puddles and damp grey skies and nasty garden spider webs that are spun across the backdoor overnight. The leaves don’t seem to change colors much; they are either bright green and clinging to the trees for dear life or dead and grey and lying in sopping heaps in the gutters. From what I hear the holiday season really kicks into gear here on December 6th for Sinter Klaas. Hopefully the lights and kerstmarkts and warm wine will make up for this decidedly bleh autumn weather.
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