A place for haiku of a decidedly Emacs bent.
my dot emacs grows one day i look inside it singularity
emacs starts, i wait while the lisp libraries load never close emacs
the sound of typing it can only mean one thing dot emacs expands
beyond the dreams of avarice, gnu emacs is a hidden treasure
-- LuisFernandes
Oort is so awesome
deuglifies Outlook crap
`W k' rocks
-- EdwardOConnor
Great clouds overhead
Tiny black birds rise and fall
Snow covers Emacs
-- AlexSchroeder
hacking on Smyrno
"error in process filter"
something is b0rken
-- EdwardOConnor
treeless quiet field
sudden bud: EmacsWiki
now he{ar,re} the birds sing
-- ttn
an emacs user's
fingers dance on the keyboard;
a nerd pianist
-- ErikBourget
five syllables twice
seven (*ELISP*) syllables here
bad *EMACS* haiku
-- BtTempleton (defun undos (buf)
"DOS newlines are pathetic."
(interactive "b")
(replace-string "^M" "\n"))
-- TreyBelewAnd here is a fine selection by OliverScholz as posted to news:alt.religion.emacs:
The file was open.
flying in a sparrow stole
a parenthesis***
The day went away.
The file still puts its weight on
the tired mode-line.***
On a cloudy day
you hear the cons cells whisper:
"We are lost and gone."***
A message, a string
remind me of my sweet love.
Good bye, my buffers.
*** Hot night in summer:
Hush, you quibbling characters!
Do not wake her up! ***
A bright, busy day.
The windows watch a thousand
wild cursors dancing.***
Oh, why don't you are
a lake, a stream, a meadow
this morning, Emacs?***
The friends chat gaily,
I stand up to join their talk.
My save-excursion.See also: