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erasures from The Great Gatsby pg 8

"On Separation from the World"

from: "On Separation from the World" a chapter in:
Christian Retirement - or Spiritual Exercises for the Heart, anon., London 1849

These are from page 4. Page 1 -3 can be viewed at: http://the-otolith.blogspot.com.au/2014/07/johannes-s-h-bjerg.html

some haiga

one-line tanka

going through the motions on a mindless morning I make no excuse for The Crown of Creation appearing to made of fluff

:

so damned humid it's like living in an aquarium I add a bubble-blowing diver and start a new philosophy

:

sob sob sulk and dream there must be better things to do with poetry than dwelling on lost loves with illusionary lovers

:

lost in the bog of prettiness and hearts make of smoke the notion that Romeo and Juliet had gut worms and rotten teeth

blue and chewable

it might have been locked away or lost in a corner of time

one where no-one comes to clean

or dust

and spiders set up their web

in vain

that kind of forgottenness

generations of people may have passed it

in muddy shoes and with baggy pants

dresses mended with coarse thread

different well worn hats

talking about the price of bread

oil sugar and gold

or nothing

I'm talking about that “self” doll

we won at the fair by shooting

mechanical bears

it was purple and fluffy

though you say you remember it

as blue and chewable

on long Sundays

we would use it to keep

the sky in its place

the dogs at bay

the ladybirds lively and hungry

the coffee warm

the pavement welcoming

our neighbours at an arm's length

or we would merge ours with theirs

a make a homunculus

absorbing our dreams

and bellies

purple and fluffy

blue and chewable

and constantly excreting balloons

and the stuff

mountains are made from

3 haiga

 

3 haiga

 

the planets of the other world feel it more

17 syllable ku written while listening to the music of Scott Cortez*

rising to the surface of my coffee worlds borne from a weave of guitar drones


:

keep me up at night I'll write your name with soft pencils in a camel's eye

:

running across red fields we change our leopard's spots and head for Paris

:

most of it made from air we lean into it through four generations

:

half the language a stranger eating take-away food she's a dust cloud

:

a 108.000 km/hour through nowt the speed of life as we know it a boy's ball

:

that soft carpet that rough skin your virtual self gets infected too

:

mostly done by repetition life goes on your reflection: a hat

:

let's stay where the warmth is we can speak French if you like and eat apples

:

pockets full of faces the hole you entered was the one that ate god

:

born among nomads a dune is taken to the sacrificial mound

:

I'll hide u if u want read from the book of fruit sleep just half the day

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sometimes a whale or a biscuit slowly slowly pull out squeezed and deaf

:

believe me it's April the wind is a long cold stranger passing by

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3000 milliseconds have you got your hat on while phoning slipfooteyestar

:

like your loved one written in Neutrino you're older than sand and beef

* Scott Cortez: https://soundcloud.com/user561315

and http://wavertone.bandcamp.com/album/the-earth-glows-brightly

and various bands incl. Lovesliescrushing

blur

smudged

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

:

before I knew I could be seen world wars

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

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

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gayatri_Mantra

In Japanese, koi is a homophone for another word that means "affection" or "love"

blur

smudged

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

3 "haiga" w poemwords