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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

:

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

:

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