Sir Cucumber at The Resigned Gamer has penned four haiku (haikus? Is this like “deer” or something …) on the essence of video game love, prefaced with a rather creepy comparison to … uh, butter. Nnnhkay. The chuckles include Disaster Report, Bully (the obligatory dude-on-dude kissing) Mappy-Land (at left) and Wall Street Kid. Enjoy.
Naturally, I want to take a shot at this. The results … eh. Using Super Mario Bros., I tried to capture the creeping dread of being stood up, and the loser’s instinct to cling to any good news in the aftermath. The major literary magazines only pay, like, $US 5 a line for the best poetry. Tell me if you get your $US 15 worth here:
Passive aggression!
She’s in ANOTHER castle?!
Still, her friend thanked me.
Meditation on Games Past: Haiku for life’s little lubricants [The Resigned Gamer]