Computer haiku
This morning I came across an email post I saved from November of 2000. There are many variations of this on the web now. The haiku form of poetry consists of a strict number of beats in each line, in this case most are 5-7-5.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located but
Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
ABORTED effort:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
Windows NT crashed.
Within the Blue Screen of Death
No one hears you scream.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies.
So beautiful.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
The Tao that is seen
is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
Stay the patient course.
Your ire is of little use.
The network is down.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek
Cannot be located but
Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
ABORTED effort:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
Windows NT crashed.
Within the Blue Screen of Death
No one hears you scream.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies.
So beautiful.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
"My Novel" not found.
The Tao that is seen
is not the true Tao, until
You bring fresh toner.
Stay the patient course.
Your ire is of little use.
The network is down.
A crash reduces
Your expensive computer
To a simple stone.
Three things are certain:
Death, taxes, and lost data.
Guess which has occurred.
You step in the stream,
But the water has moved on.
This page is not here.
Out of memory.
We wish to hold the whole sky,
But we never will.
Having been erased,
The document you're seeking
Must now be retyped.
Serious error.
All shortcuts have disappeared.
Screen. Mind. Both are blank.
posted by Nita at 3:50 PM
2 Comments:
Great collection. I have a similar compilation thought I wrote eight years ago. It was a product of an inspired mind, which is actually rarely seen nowadays. I wonder where that inpiration went and when will it come back for good.
I hope your inspiration comes back. These haiku have brought smiles to many faces around the world.
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