When the Student is ready, the Master appears, as the old hippie Zen disciples liked to impart. Why, just this afternoon, we were lamenting how we didn’t see any Twitter-sprung verse about life in Brooklyn’s always poetic 83rd District. Before Twitter, there was Haiku, after all. Then Lo and Behold , we found //hipster haiku// by Bushwick’s own @haihipster.
Proper Web 2.0 decorum deters us from reposting all of @hailhipster’s Haiku, but here are a select few, interspersed of random shots around the Wick….
it pleases me how // the J and M trains spread like // legs across Brooklyn
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) April 7, 2012
a bike messenger // but maybe next year he’ll get // bank for his paintings
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) January 21, 2012
girl drinking aloneprobably is not lonelyso fall back, broseph
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) August 30, 2011
I bought a painting //for onetwentyfive dollars //and three adderalls
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) September 14, 2010
surely tenants won’t mind ||if we chill on their rooftop; ||pee in their planters?
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) July 20, 2010
scars from burns, bikes, blasts || who needs tattoos? my body || tells Epic Stories.
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) September 25, 2010
hotties board L train// at Jefferson and Morgan// Bedford is for tools
— //hipster haiku// (@haihipster) February 27, 2010