before I knew I could be seen world wars
March 25, 2014
A Wee Fairytale / Et bitte eventyr - haibun
A Wee Fairytale
it's a leaky boat made
from the web of starlight that light that is the loneliest kind in
the universe in that boat a king sets out to conquer the world hoping
to gain power over a multitude of creatures none of which he has made
(or could ever make) he suffers the vain hope it'll make him happy
happier than he is at the moment that's in the nature of men: ever
searching for something that'll make them a bit more happy than he is
and that's why staircases are endless
wet as it falls rain
he doesn't question his
urge nor does he question whether he has the right to rule over other
creatures living by their life-force for him his quest for fulfilment
– be it ever so temporary and volatile – is what inhabits his
dreams at night fills his heart every day and makes his spaghetti
taste like mud his yearning and unhappiness is the core of the cosmos
and he doesn't lift his eyes to look out the window
with good will that
silhouette is a peregrine falcon
but of course the boat
sinks at some point and of course the king don't get to rule the
endless universe it's always all or nothing with kings like that and
at the bottom of the World Ocean he gets to practice folding a
jellyfish into a hat
bouncing off photons a
tree is eight minutes older
Et bitte eventyr
det er en lækkende båd lavet at
stjernelys det lys der er af den mest ensomme slags i universet i den
båd sætter en konge ud for at erobre verden i håbet om at opnå
magt over en mangfoldighed af skabninger hvoraf ingen er skabt af ham
selv (som om han kunne skabe nogen) han har den vage formodning at
det vil gøre ham lykkelig i hvert fald lykkeligere end han er for
tiden det er i menneskers natur: altid at lede efter noget der vil
gøre dem en smule gladere end de er og det er derfor trapper er
endeløse
våd som den falder regn
han sætter ikke spørgsmålstegn ved
sin trang ej heller spørger han sig selv om hvorvidt han har ret til
at bestemme over skabninger der lever ved sin egen livskraft for er
hans søgen efter at opnå sit mål – det være sig nok så
midlertidigt og flygtigt – det der fylder hans drømme fylder hans
hjerte hver dag og får hans spaghetti til at smage som mudder hans
længsel og ulykkelighed er kernen i kosmosset og han løfter ikke
sine øjne for at se ud af vinduet
med lidt god vilje er silhuetten en
vandrefalk
men selvfølgelig synker båden på et
tidspunkt og kongen opnår ikke at herske over det uendelige univers
det er altid alt eller intet med sådanne konger og på bunden af
Verdenshavet får han tid til at øve sig i at folde vandmænd til
hatte
reflekterende fotoner et træ er otte
minutter ældre
March 24, 2014
Samsara - haibun
the rope I climb I have
taken from the spinal cord of a stoned homeless man slowly merging
with the flow of acid rain heading for the ocean via the sewers at
times it's a snake or a ladder for dwarfs and ambitious ants at times
it's a newsstand selling old papers “we can only examine processes
which are already in the past” the black rider says gulping down
the homeless man's dissolving tattoos
flat-out broke
I sell my reflection
for dust
I will never die I will
die continuously that's the deal of being and being again at some
point I will have collected enough coupons to get the holes for the
flute I carved from my right femur I give a pizza a sky funeral
pigeons and gulls descend from the cake in the sky while I hum Psalm
23 “I shall not want” but I do I do want and it keeps me going
Om Bhur Bhuvah Svah …
somewhere there's a koi
with my name on it
In Japanese, koi
is a homophone for another word that means "affection" or
"love"
March 14, 2014
blur
by dirty
windows
the moon's
there
barely
full
:
no
pretending
the knee
that hurts
the moon
there
:
no
drama
blur
red
moon
:
not
even
a distant
car
just
a cat
in
heat
this
cold
night
:
what
attitude
needed
that
bare rock
hanging
:
a year
since
I polished
these
windows
the moon's
older
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