Despite ostensibly being a professional writer, Golden Age Superman didn't seem to have much of a way with words.
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| Pictured: "a snappy, punchy, prose style" |
Although the way he did have was mighty sassy.
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| And by "sassy", I mean "psychotically violent". |
But occasionally, by sheer dint of being super, he would stumble into elocution. For example,in this panel, he improvs an earthy haiku about, um, declaring war against automobiles, I guess. Or something like that. Who really understands why Superman does the things he does?
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| He's a weird guy. Does the outfit not tell you that? |
Yes-sir-ee! I think
I'm going to enjoy this
private little war.
What haiku can you compose to explain Superman's anti-auto mania? Or any else about him, really?
4 comments:
What need for a car
When I can sail the heavens.
Plus, Lois said no.
Do not leave your car
In my space on Clinton Street
Or I'll get cranky.
That said, I must bow to CobraMisfit for a superior entry.
I was reading some well-crafted evocative haikus the other day, and it occurred to me: before the days when a person could take a picture of a bird on a lake and pass that around, the best you could do was try to condense the moment into words and share them. That's the value of haikus.
Blue / red powerhouse
flipping green cars gleefully
Metropolis is safe?
Whoops, like my hero Hal I don't count to five so good. Let's try this again:
Blue / red powerhouse
flipping green cars gleefully
Are we all safe now?
- HJF1
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