Ryan Mecum
Paperback | Pages: 160 pages Rating: 3.78 | 2764 Users | 316 Reviews
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| Title | : | Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your...Brains |
| Author | : | Ryan Mecum |
| Book Format | : | Paperback |
| Book Edition | : | First Edition |
| Pages | : | Pages: 160 pages |
| Published | : | July 14th 2008 by HOW Books (first published June 30th 2008) |
| Categories | : | Poetry. Horror. Zombies. Humor. Fiction. Comedy. Fantasy |
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In your hands is a poetry journal written by an undead poet, recounting his firsthand experience during the zombie plague. Little is known about the author before he turned into a zombie, but thanks to his continued writings in this journal - even after his death - you can accompany him from infection to demise. Through the intimate poetry of haiku, the zombie chronicles his epic journey through deserted streets and barricaded doors. Each three-line poem, structured in the classic 5-7-5 syllable structure, unravels a little more of the story. You'll love every eye-popping, gut-wrenching, flesh-eating page!Be Specific About Books In Pursuance Of Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your...Brains
| Original Title: | Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your...brains |
| ISBN: | 1600610706 (ISBN13: 9781600610707) |
| Edition Language: | English |
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Ratings: 3.78 From 2764 Users | 316 ReviewsDiscuss Regarding Books Zombie Haiku: Good Poetry for Your...Brains
Outstanding little book. I received this from my daughter as a birthday gift. It's a journal written all in Haiku (17 syllables for each stanza, written in 5-7-5) by a person as he was turning after he was bitten. My favorite poem....as he comes to a nursing home full of the elderly:Little old ladiesspeed away in their wheelchairsfrightened meals on wheels.and this one:He tends not to flinchthough I am yelling in his earwhich is in my hand.and this:blood is really warmit's like drinking hotThe story of an average guy and his zombie "life"--told in haiku. I'm using some examples to teach my students about haiku. Who says poetry has to be about rainbows and butterflies? A few of my favorites:little old ladiesspeed away in their wheelchairs,frightened meals on wheels.Biting into headsis much harder than it looks.His skull is feisty.I lap around blocks.The city, an empty plate,has been licked clean.Her tongue can't form words,although it's still wiggling when it's in my hand.I need to
This could get old very fast but it wasn't long enough to do so. Mr. Mecum gets an extra half star for this simply for pulling it off so well. Deliciously demented and gigglingly gross. I got a kick out of his appreciative comment to George Romero at the end too.
Haiku is harder to write than one would think, but here's an entire book of them that tell the story of a man's death and reanimation into a zombie, and his neverending quest for braaaaaains. A lot of the haiku contained herein move the story along, but there are a number of gems, too:Brains brains brains brains brainsBrains brains brains brains brains brains brainsBrains brains brains brains brains.A man starts yelling'When there's no more room in Hell...'But then we eat him.The crying baby
Graphic description, interesting story line
UPDATE: I ADDED A STAR TO MY REVIEW BECAUSE THE AUTHOR LIKED IT! THANK YOU, RYAN.For the past five years or so, I have been fighting the zombie urge. Yes, I do love me a good zombie flick, but they started to appear everywhere: books and mash-ups and movies and music, heck I would not be surprised if McDonalds had a special Happy Meal that came with a blunt instrument for the little ones at home so they could begin practicing their defense skills. I read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE AND ZOMBIES and WORLD
The story of an average guy and his zombie "life"--told in haiku. I'm using some examples to teach my students about haiku. Who says poetry has to be about rainbows and butterflies? A few of my favorites:little old ladiesspeed away in their wheelchairs,frightened meals on wheels.Biting into headsis much harder than it looks.His skull is feisty.I lap around blocks.The city, an empty plate,has been licked clean.Her tongue can't form words,although it's still wiggling when it's in my hand.I need to
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