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23 April, 2012 | 9:12New book in paperback and hardcover:
Haiga, Billeddigtning – Painted Words
An image / photo with a poem, be it haiku, tanka or otherwise, turns into a haiga. An image with its thousand words plus the actual poem, gives a new perspective. Image a different angle and the poem a different point of view.
60 pages Paperback ”Haiga” in Danish/English ISBN 978-87-87854-43-6 Til salg på BoD/shop : DK. kr. 99,00.
Haiga, Billeddigtning – Painted Words
An image / photo with a poem, be it haiku, tanka or otherwise, turns into a haiga. An image with its thousand words plus the actual poem, gives a new perspective. Image a different angle and the poem a different point of view.
60 pages Hardcover “Haiga” in Danish/English ISBN 978-87-87854-41-2 Til salg på BoD/shop : DK. kr. 199,00.
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Trace
By Ashi, on December 8th, 2009
Forgotten lives
teacup and shattered bones
remains
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Remix of a Magyar post
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…and yet, in the muse, re-born.
__Jens, I love your remix! _m
Nothing is ever forgotten by anyone human — I believe —
But sometimes it is as if they want you to forget…….And thus it reminds me of one of Pablo Neruda’s love poem that I love to read again and again
If You Forget Me
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.
like it, no?
wishes,
devika
Thank you Magyar
Devika thanks for this poem -
I like it – it confirme what we probably already know – it takes two to perform
yes, definitely Ashi…..a three or more could be a flop…whether its love, cooking or anything except when its friends (there too in the most intimate, they say three is a crowd….but i love huge gang of friends
well gone much beyond the premise of the poem or the comment…but then hope we are across the same table
wishes,
devika