“Different kind of day” haiku

Born Dec. 13: Ross Macdonald (1915), Dick Van Dyke (1925), Lester Bangs (1948), Tom Verlaine (1949), Taylor Swift (1989)
Also Dec. 13: Al Gore concedes (2000); Saddam Hussein captured (2003)

Feeling weird today?
This 13 is an odd one
Cosmic hits, misses

Al Gore conceded
Half-million vote edge no help
Florida, High Court

Al Gore conceded
Leaving us in the Bushes
We know how that went

Inconvenient truths:
Saddam caught 3 years later
— At terrible cost

Saddam’s opposite
Born this date, in Missouri
Nice guy Dick Van Dyke

In “Bye Bye Birdie”
He found Broadway success, then
His great TV role

“The Dick Van Dyke Show”
This empire’s only misstep?
Rob’s ottoman trip

Great ensemble cast:
Rob, Laura, Buddy, Sally,
Little Richie, Mel

Dick’s chimney sweep, Bert,
Worked wondrous sidewalk magic
For Mary Poppins

Super-cali-frag-
Forget it! That word won’t fit
Any haiku line

Dick Van Dyke lives on
DVD on DVD
Now, and when he’s gone

Live? Or Taylor Swift?
I don’t care, really, because
She writes fine young songs

Singing’s OK, too
She does what she can, KAN-ye
So cut her some slack

Probably not what
Lester Bangs would do for her
Were he still around

Bracing honesty
Marked Lester’s reviews, got him
Fired at least one time

But you always knew
Just where he stood — he’d never
Suck up to stardom

So sad he OD’d
Darvon, Nyquil, Valium
What a weird lights-out

Saved my faves for last:
Masters of noir and guitar,
Mystery and music

Ross Macdonald wrote
Great American novels
Disguised as mysteries

Macdonald’s stories
Plumbed family dissolution,
Alienation

Main man Lew Archer
Always got to painful truth
Cracked the case, his heart

LA’s facade, too,
Stripped away, reality
Beneath the glitter

Ross Macdonald tales
Equal Chandler, Hammett
As good as it gets

As good as it gets
Tom Verlaine on the guitar
Mystery, too, no star

Band Television
Rocked the CBGB scene
In the punk heyday

“Marquee Moon,” “Blow-Up”
“See No Evil,” “Friction,” “Days”
Fluid, powerful

His solo career
Even more nuanced, speed freaks
Won’t find much to like

But exploration
Of effects, textures and tones
Gets me — and it rocks

Unusual voice,
Words playful, elliptical
Complete the package

Happy birthday, Tom
You fit in nicely on this
Different kind of day

“Incredibly tiny chip off the old block” haiku

Robert Noyce, Dec. 12, 1927 – June 3, 1990

You can Google him:
Robert Noyce, the “mayor” of
Silicon Valley

Always tinkering
As a kid he built aircraft
Motorized his sled

Called Rapid Robert
For the way he sped through schools
Grinnell, MIT

Philco and Shockley
Couldn’t hold him long; soon he
Co-founded Fairchild

Then helped found Intel
Genius trio: Gordon Moore,
Andy Grove and Noyce

Inventor’s vision
Was just too big for this world
So he thought smaller

He and Jack Kilby
Credited with inventing
The first microchip

Noyce also fostered
Others’ creativity
Throughout the valley

His parting message:
High-tech education key
To U.S. success

Said that meant teaching
“The lowest and poorest,” too.
Are we listening?

Tom Waits, Rock Hall inductees

“One of a Kind”

Tom Waits, born Dec. 7, 1949

Gargling razor blades
This a.m. reminded me —
Happy birthday, Tom!

“This year’s models”

Congrats to them all
Especially Laura, the muse
Next? Warren Zevon!

Royal and loyal birthday haiku

Joe “King” Carrasco, who’s still holding court in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, at his restaurant Nacho Daddy, used to put on the finest Tex-Mex trash rock shows in Kansas City (and just about everywhere else).

Happy birthday Joe
So glad you’re still rockin’ it
South of the border

A JKC show
In KC town was always
An amazing thing

First set: Joe and band
As excited as if it’s
Their first gig ever

Second set: All out
Playing as if it could be
Their last gig ever

Nuevo Wavo
Can’t get mas caliente
That’s why Joe’s still King

Come January

Come January
“Socialist” president says
Let’s cut heating aid

Come January
We’ll save 2 billion dollars
Presto! So simple!

Come January
That one cold budget number
Will make warm tears flow

Come January
The average heating aid check
Will be half last year’s

Come January
Thousands in one small state, Maine,
Will run out of heat

Come January
Average Bangor low will be
Just 7°

Come January
They’ll hear the jeers: “Get a job.”
“Too bad you’re lazy.”

Come January
Most of them will go to work
Some have two, three jobs

Come January
They’ll all wonder how to get
Through one more winter

At the holidays
When we are snug, think of them
Come January

Little haiku

Rock was born this date
Breathlessly spin spin spin spinnin’
Like a spinnin’ top

Rock ‘n’ roll starts here:
Little Richard’s piano,
Chuck Berry’s guitar

Pumpin’ piano,
Wild moves, wild voice, wild makeup
He did that stuff first

Shocked and angered some
When his shows brought together
Young folks black and white

And sex? Oh my yes
“Tutti frutti, good booty”
First lyrics were changed

Then he told us what
Miss Molly sure liked to do
Good golly, indeed

Elvis, Jerry Lee
Prince, Michael Jackson all got
A lot from Little

And Jimi Hendrix
Spent some time in Richard’s band
Working on his chops

Like lightning striking
— But for two solid minutes
Instead of a flash

Birthday girls haiku

Dec. 1 birthday girls, Bette Midler, Julee Cruise. How’d they end up on the same day?

Brass, wit, so much heart
Over the top, no middling
For Bette Midler

Into the night, there’s
Nothing quite so hypnotic
As Julee cruising

World AIDS Day, 2011

World AIDS Day: The Faith
To keep pushing until we
Overcome this scourge

World AIDS Day: The Hope
To see awareness recharged
Efforts redoubled

World AIDS Day: The Love
To end discrimination
Through our compassion

More information is here.

“Happy birthday, Sam” haiku

Mark Twain (Samuel Langhorne Clemens)
Nov. 30, 1835 – April 21, 1910

“Man is the only
“Animal that blushes. Or
“Needs to,” writes Mark Twain.

Few saw so clearly
Or captured so tellingly
Man’s lasting folly

Yet each of us knows
Someone wise, trenchant, witty
Who keeps us in line

A spouse or a friend
A comic or songwriter
A compass and muse

Garrison Keillor,
Neil Young or Bob Walkenhorst
Fill in your own blank

They’re still pointing out
Our glories, absurdities
So rest easy, Sam