Saturday, May 24, 2008


etching, 18x24


Princess Haiku said...

Well, this seems a bit strange, Moon although I loved the one via the link "women in blue water." Hope you are well these days. Things are very tense at home around this election cycle. Fortunately, I find solace in the blooms of spiritualism. You haven't come by to visit in weeks; hope we haven't lost our zap.

Princess Haiku said...

Kafka on the Shore
Haruki Murakami

You sit at the edge of the world,
I am in a crater that's no more.
Words without letters
Standing in the shadow of the door.

The moon shines down on a sleeping lizard.
Little fish rain down from the sky.
Outside the window there are soldiers,
steeling themselves to die.


Kafka sits in a chair by the shore,
Thinking of the pendulum that moves the world, it seems.
When your heart is closed.
The shadow of the unmoving Sphinx,
Becomes a knife that pierces your dreams.

The drowning girl's fingers
Search for the entrance stone, and more.
Lifting the hem of her azure dress,
She gazes-
at Kafka on the shore.

Anonymous said...

Remarkably odd, yet sensitive.

Anonymous said...

Clearly someone has been inspired by Atsmon Ganor...

- Luciana