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Stridulation
“I never kill insects--karma is everything.”
--Holly Valance.
After a Kafka nightmare, one could awaken as
a cockroach. After a honied summer dream, one
could go all Zen, and awaken as a cricket--but
stay out of Asia where deep fried crickets are
snacks. Gosh, you could go on a picnic with your
grasshopper cousins. After the feed, you could
gather up a couple dozen friends, get some
mini-bats and play English cricket. You could
apply for a job selling wireless phones. You
could become a Disney celebrity, hosting his
show along with Tinkerbell, learning the lyrics
to “When You Wish Upon A Star”. I first met
Jiminey in 1950, watching a 12” round TV
screen.
Karmically, it could be interesting to be a cricket,
rather than a rock, or a tree, or a slug. You would
live a jam-packed short life without emotion. You
could choose from 900 species. You could live
about anywhere, as long as it’s warm. Sex would
be your primary focus. If you were male, you could
be a wonderful singer in a nightly chorus that
might make Mormons envious. If you were female,
you could enjoy your control over the drooling
rutting males--as per usual.
Flies lay larva on
the backs of singing crickets;
an insect duo.
Glenn Buttkus
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub
12 comments:
Your prose made me chuckle, especially 'After the feed, you could gather up a couple dozen friends, get some mini-bats and play English cricket'! And thanks for reminding me of Jiminy! You managed to squeeze an awful lot of cricket facts in there, Glenn. :)
Totally delightful. I was down in SoCal, 12" TV, watching the same Disney show. Good memories. Very fun read for me, Glenn. It's good to see you.
Great read!
Delightfully witty. I especially enjoyed the gender description there at the end. Sorry to hear you've been housebound. Been having a spate of the same in my world, and join you in saying thank heaven for the internet! Better days are comihg!
I love the perspective of being a cricket in a lifetime Glenn~ I was smiling until the end of your haibun. Happy Monday!
I always enjoy what springs from the mind of Glen.
I love your tongue in cheek Haibun. It is very well done. Male Crickets must be just like us male humans!!
A fun and funny haibun Glenn!
It may be nice to be a cricket, except in Asia. Don't want to be munched on like a cheetoes. This was wonderfully whimsical!
Love learning the new fact in the haiku.
Those are things I'd rather not know :)
Brilliantly done! You combine the idiosyncratic observations of cricket life in contrast to Kafka's roach so vividly!
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