haiku-2
Original: haiku-2 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
A man with a gray beard wearing a red shirt (speaking): IT WAS ROTTEN FISH, MAN. MY GUTS TURNED INSIDE OUT.
A woman with reddish-orange hair (responding): SPARROWS IN MOONLIGHT.
Caption (below panel): Any time you hear a 12-syllable phrase, you can turn it into a haiku.
Votey:
Close-up of the bearded man, eyes closed, looking moved.
The man (speaking): SO FUCKIN' SUBLIME. THANK YOU.
A man with a gray beard wearing a red shirt (speaking): IT WAS ROTTEN FISH, MAN. MY GUTS TURNED INSIDE OUT.
A woman with reddish-orange hair (responding): SPARROWS IN MOONLIGHT.
Caption (below panel): Any time you hear a 12-syllable phrase, you can turn it into a haiku.
Votey:
Close-up of the bearded man, eyes closed, looking moved.
The man (speaking): SO FUCKIN' SUBLIME. THANK YOU.
Alt text
On a subway or theater seat, a gray-bearded man in a red shirt tells a story: 'It was rotten fish, man. My guts turned inside out.' A red-haired woman beside him gestures and responds serenely, 'Sparrows in moonlight.' A caption reads: 'Any time you hear a 12-syllable phrase, you can turn it into a haiku' — the gross story's 12 syllables having been recombined into poetic-sounding haiku phrasing. Votey: a close-up sketch of the bearded man with his eyes closed, deeply moved, saying 'So fuckin' sublime. Thank you.'
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.