Poe-tic Poems and Haikus from the VRA Baltimore Conference - March 6-10, 2006

(Many thanks to our fearless VRAffle leader, Patti McRae, and our fabulous Poe-t, Allan Kohl, and all who contributed haikus)

Gentle Reader,

Below you will find the carefully, some might say obsessively preserved rhymes proffered by a sect (no, not cabal, nor posse, but sect) of witty attendees of the 2006 VRA Conference, 24 th to be precise, submitted for posterity, inspiration amusement and contemplation.   Yet, before you sink comfortably into your favorite chair preparing to indulge your poetic sweet tooth (along with, perchance, a scone), behold!   The collection bifurcates and forms two separate but equally mighty and brilliant streams; one pursued by aficionados of the haiku form at the behest of a mysterious figure known only to scholars as Empress Patti and rushing merrily down the narrow canyon of free and unfettered experimentation yet within the strict 5-7-5 syllabic format combined with insightful and rare meditations on the Visual Resource Profession; the second birthèd by a singular force within those self-same ranks.   The legendary Mr. Allan Kohl of the Minneapolis College of Art and Design in a brilliant and haunting tour-de-force, did verily appear to channel the spirit of Edgar Allan Poe himself both in body, costume and mien.   And in such guise he did with Humour lay before the grateful audience such turns of wit-laden phrase and sharp clarity of thought as to elicit thunderous and vigorous applause, stamps of the feet and shouts of "bravo!"

Although the Baltimore weather was notably uncooperative (no thunderstorms, flashing lightening, accompanying pyrotechnics and so forth) in providing a proper backdrop for the wraithy appearance of the ghostly Mr. Poe during the 2006 VRAffle, his elegant and perfectly legal parodies of his own oeuvre as deliver'd by the peerless Mr. Kohl more than compensated for the lack of appropriate atmospheric conditions.

Such precious gems and treasured strophes shall not be laid to rest in the soil of Baltimore, n'er to rise again, nay!   Behold, they are presented here with apologies for the crudeness with which I make introduction.

Therefore, all that follows after my farewell is and purely the creation of the Authors-- some known, others lost to obscurity due to a fervent penchant for privacy bordering on the profound.  

The first portion, including footnotes, comes from Mr. Kohl, and the remainder follow in the order in which they were added to the Sacred Haiku Text of the VRA and faithfully re-presented to the last scintilla of punctuation.   Here I leave you, Gentle Reader, in the ministering hands of the Authors and speak no more, allowing their voices to fill up the void now engendered by my fond adieu.

Patti McRae

UNLV Dept. of Art

 

The Maven     (cf. "The Raven")

Once within the slide-room dreary,
Whilst I pondered, eyesight bleary,
   Over many a quaint and curious image of forgotten art,
As I mous'd, wrist carpel-tunnel'd,
Suddenly my eyesight funnel'd
   Towards a cold, imperious portrait
       whose fair visage seized my heart;
And my fever'd brain heard whisper'd
what my lips they dared not say:
"'Tis thy long-lost love:   McRae!"

Was I drinking?   Not a smidgen,
Yet this titian-tresséd vision
   Stood before me clad in antique costume
      like a maid of yore.
Imperious, the wraith then beckon'd,
And at once appear'd a second,
   Then another, and another,
      crowding thro' my chamber door --
   Only this, and nothing more.

As I gaz'd upon the features
Of these lovely, spectral creatures,
    Suddenly each seem'd familiar, lov'd and lost,
       gone ere their time:

As a suitor, I'm unlucky -
I'd lost Amy from Kentucky;
    Jackie S. succumb'd to surfeit
      of Santa Barbara's sunny clime;
Perish'd next Rebecca Moss
In a Minnesota frost;
    Albany's fair daughter Caitlain
      also pass'd before her prime;

Last of all, as if to vex us,
Merriann, the rose of Texas,
    Slipp'd away from my embrace
       to join the sisterhood sublime.

Miami's Mermaids, now translated hence to Baltimore,
       Shall rouse raffles - evermore!

____________________

n.b. - Several eminent Poe scholars have attempted to identify the women cryptically alluded to in this text.   They are, in order of their appearance:

"Thy long-lost love:   McRae!" :   Patricia McRae, University of Nevada/Las Vegas (aka. Empress Patti, the Sparkly One, Amphitrite, the "Lost" Lenore, etc.);

"Amy from Kentucky" :   Amy Fordham, University of Louisville;

"Jackie S." :   Jackie Spafford, University of California/Santa Barbara;

"Perish'd next Rebecca Moss" :   Rebecca Moss, University of Minnesota;

"Albany's fair daughter Caitlain" :   Caitlain Devereaux Lewis, SUNY/Albany

"Merriann, the rose of Texas" :   Merriann Bigood, University of Houston.

Various commentators have speculated on the conspicuous absence of Karl Cole of Davis Art Images from the preceding text, and several recent studies have inquired into the author's latent homosexual tendencies, arguing that these, coupled with the agonizing series of failed relationships with women alluded to in the poem, impelled the poet into a brief dalliance which he later tried to suppress.   The present author, however, asserts that the absence of Cole's name signifies nothing beyond his last-minute addition to the Raffle Rousing ranks, after the above text had been finalized by the poet.

Analog Slide     (cf. "Annabel Lee")


It was many and many a year ago,
          in a narrow room to abide,
I became a visual resourcerer,
          and I cared for the Analog Slide.
Now I mourn for her passing:   abandon'd, forlorn -
          'neath a digital tempest she died.

I garnered a wide world of JPEG delights
          at the cost of my Ektachrome soul,
Running faster each day just to not fall behind
          in pursuit of the oft-changing goal:
Will I likewise be found obsolete and unwanted?
          For me are those tocsins that toll?

When the network goes crash, and my teeth start to gnash,
          how I long for my Analog Slide.
In her cold Neumade sepulchre sleeping away,
          where from hard modern eyes she must hide,
'Till the day of Coolscan resurrection
          shall restore her once more to my side.

 

The Slides     (cf. "The Bells")


Hear the tinkling of the slides:
    broken slides.

What a realm of extra work
    their sorry state betides;

How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle
    as their shards fall to the floor,

While with merry dint unstopping
    all their labels off are popping,
    ere they scarce have left my door.


How I curse, curse, curse,
    when from pocket or from purse,

Some professor-demon pours them forth
    and from my chamber glides:

Ah, the slides, slides, slides, slides,
    slides, slides, slides,

Oh, the cracking and the crunching of the slides.

Edgar Allan

__________________________

n.b. - This text, recently rediscovered, was not included in the original canon presented in Raffle Rousing 2006, probably due   to time constraints imposed by an unforgiving bus schedule related to the infamous "Tansey Bowl" episode.


HAIKUS

Art survives camera
And then comes to live forever
In the pupil's mind.

•  Sondra

Oh! Blessed E-mail!
Some nice man in Africa
Wants to make me rich.

•  Martine-san

Rectangles squar-ed
So many drawers of them
Hard drives suck them up.

•  Anonymous

Film into pixels,
Gepes to external hard
Drives.   Me?   To retire!

•  Anonymous

Emulsions fading.
Slide folks emotions high.
Photoshop!   We're saved!

•  Anonymous

Snow- then nothing.
This four thousand dollar screen
Dies so beautifully.

•  Anonymous

How to record it?
Class, culture, creator, view
CCO guides all....

•  Anonymous

Slides fade.   Life changes
Carousels?   Obsolete.   Now?
Megapixels rule.

•  Anonymous

Road trip to Bal'mer
See VRA friends, then back
To the big crime scene.

•  Anonymous

Slides, hale and farewell.
To storage you go my friends.
Sleep with lantern slides.

•  Anonymous

My coffee cup's full
Nothing assails the network.
This happy heart sings.

•  Patti McRae

Network collapsing,
My hard drive shuddered and died.
A single tear falls.

•  Patti McRae

Scan, then Photoshop.
Metadata forever!
I love my job so.

•  Patti McRae

Flicker, monitor.
The glow of my data makes
Sun and moon jealous.

•  Patti McRae

First presentation
I'm very, very nervous
So glad it's now done.

•  Anonymous

Session timed out
Where's my annual report?
Control...alt...delete   

•  Martine-san

Cyber Café where?
Old email could consume me
Must make room for more!

•  agc

VRAffle is on fire
Much sparkling eye candy
Last minute grand prize

•  Anonymous

Oh, where is laptop?
I should have brought it with me
Now have half a brain

•  Anonymous

Cell phone rings again
Speaker not even bothered
New necessities

•  Anonymous

Jackson Pollock slide,
Ancient label departed.
Which way up, which down?

•  Anonymous

Conf'rence is a blast,
Learning more than possible-
Now put to practice!

•  Anonymous

Hai-merick Manever
A Haiku is a poem on a diet.
Takes much self-control just to try it.

A nice juicy sonnet
With Sauces upon it
Is more to my taste, can't deny it!

•  H. Seneff

Haiku poetry
Must have seven syllables
Sandwiched between five

•  Martine

Morning Protocol
A fresh JAVA infusion
Comes with cookies, too.

•  Martine-san

May I attach a file?
Word.doc, spreadsheet, pdf,
JPG, TIFF or Gif?

•  Martine-san

DAM senility
Memory retrieval failed!
Access is denied.         

•  Martine-san

Conference joys:
Once upon a time
Names known only by e-mail-
Now are real-life folks

•  Anonymous

Haiku Chants: Digital Master-
Banish virus bearing mail
No more spam, we pray.

•  Anonymous

Digital Master -
Lead me on a cyberspace
Desktop odyssey.

•  Anonymous

Digital Master-
Show me how to browse the net
Search, retrieve, and store

•  Anonymous

Digital Master-
Troubleshoot my data woes
Integrate my CORE.

•  Anonymous

Because
Be a cause
Be

•  Bob Willis

Snow falling all around
Me
Not Me

•  Bob Willis

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