Café Hayek has a post where commenters are asked to compose “Hayeku”:
A haiku is a three line poem. The first line has five syllables. The second line has seven. The third line has five.
A hayeku (HT: Ike Pigott for the name and the encouragement) is a haiku from an Hayekian perspective. Here’s one to get you started:
Why do we pretend
That “mandatory” spending
Is mandatory?
The idea (and the pun) tickles me. But people seem to think that any seventeen-syllable sentence qualifies as poetry if broken into three proper chunks. Nope. Like the example offered, it’s just a choppy sentence, not a haiku.
A Minneapolis cable-access hit show, Drinking With Ian, has a regular character called “Haiku Jim” who makes the same mistake every week.
I recognize both of these examples are not claiming any literary prowess. I’m not calling FAIL on the attempted poetry, but on the basic misunderstanding of a classic form of Japanese art.
FAIL example:
/ Any meathead can /
/ write seventeen syllables /
/ but it an’t haiku /
Less FAIL example:
/ grammar school linguist /
/ mistakes the essence of art /
/ proud for no reason /
Non-FAIL example (by Richard Wright):
/ Whitecaps on the bay /
/ A broken signboard banging /
/ In the April wind /