Compost: I Don’t Know
January 5th, 2007A Compost Post, straight from the weeds of my mind: I don’t know nuthin, I say with a sneer and a grin. I don’t know and don’t blame me, I say while trying to hide, don’t ya know I’m stupid? I don’t know and don’t care either, I say finally, in an attempt to convince others it’s a waste of time to confront me on what I don’t know. I don’t know, say my children when I ask them what they think they’re doing, even though I don’t know what I’m doing either. I don’t know what I’m writing but I’m writing anyway because I said I would. I don’t know what good this all is, perhaps none at all because I’ll die anyway and my ignorance won’t matter any more, not that it ever did. I don’t know and wish I did, but perhaps it would spoil the surprise of heaven.
January 10th, 2007 at 8:02 am
Greetings Kim,
I love your compost. This is my first time tuning in. The reason I’ve found you is that I’m a friend of your friends in Cork and they told me a bit about you, especially that you’ve published a Haiku a day for 2006.
We have haiku-writing in common. My most grandiose effort was to write the Bible in Haiku - still work in progress but there are about 200 so far.
Cindy gave me a lovely ad for you and I’d like to get in touch with you.
I’m going to add your blog to mine so that I can read more of your writing.
With best wishes
Paul
October 18th, 2007 at 10:14 am
Hi Paul and Kim,
Glad to see you are so ambitious with your haiku!
Julia Warin from Bradford on Avon sends her regards to you (Paul) by the way!