Beyond Emptiness

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Asemic Noir

He munched on a garlic herb pita chip, as her gaze froze on the photogram . The violin played “I remember Paris” – neither dared touching it as the music floated up into the stark room. The desk lamp flickered in a panic of foreshadowing; “perhaps it is time to consider our options” – then, like a stranger in the night, the ceremonial spear flew between them, striking the brass ballerina, now all bets were off the table and scattered on the parquet floor…..

 

fallen torn pieces

make such a pretty picture –

austere edges stare.

 

Anyway, that’s how they remembered it.

Night Vision: I saw you Coco Blue

I saw you Coco Blue, on the dance floor with your silver sunglasses, twisting the air between the melody and the beat. You died, then The Crowd gathered round, snapping shots & chatter, as they tried to capture the true shade of Coco Blue, while all the time arguing over whether your shoes were red or purple; even then your feet shouted out one final message to your giant magenta macaw in the Other Room, such a pretty bird.

 

Oh what a night for things

said and unsaid, other doors –

fly high big macaw.

 

Night vision photos

capture the movement between –

a dance floor heartbeat………….

 

 

 

 

 

Another ambiguous two sentence mystery narrative to go with the first three Night Vision compositions.Turned it into haibun by concluding with haiku stanzas. Added the music for the haunting quality – was not able to find a translation, but it is that uncertainty that fits the post.

Portrait: Dad & The Kids

Photograph: Robbie Augspurger/Balenciaga

 

We were a small example.

Sea teeth in people are found –

there in their smiles.

Male sleep divided

the descent of heritage.

That is not this boy.

The father knows, of course, as the son tries to mask discomfort with a pre-teen attempt at masculine confidence in the face of a questionable culture’s facade. The girls maintain a pose of feminine defiance constructed out of the resignation that girlish wiles and intellectual curiosity must tread a democracy that is not equal – curiously, none of them mentioned what they had buried there, in with the potted plants.

This two sentence mystery brought to you by :

  The GUARDIAN   &   HARPER’S BAZAAR.

Robbie Augspurger - Balenciaga_s SS18 campaign