New book: Noah's Eggs / Ny bog: Noahs æg

Yet To Be Named Free Press has published my second book of parallels "Noah's Eggs / Noahs æg"

Yet To Named Free Press har udgivet min anden bog med paralleller "Noah's Egg / Noahs æg"

You can find it here

It's on Amazon too

"Like the two hemispheres of our brains that collaborate to shape and define our reality, so it is with Johannes S.H. Bjerg's "Noahs eggs", a book of parallel haiku- two haiku positioned on a page together that, when read tends to create a third sense or dimension in relation to the two haiku. Bjerg pushes the envelope juxtaposing his well crafted and profoundly meaningful haiku images."

Amos White

Noah's 214th egg / Noahs 214nde æg

hanging

without

hooks

                   written

                   in soft

                   dough

faint

winter

light

                   the calendar

                   of saints

on

a nail

                   begins

                   with A

hænger

uden

kroge

                   skrevet

                   i blød

                   dej

vinter

lys

                   helgen

                   kalenderen

på

et

søm

                   der starter

                   med A

Noah's 213the Egg / Noahs 213nde æg

after

digging

                      this

                      weather map

there's

a (w)hole

                      looks like the cold

                      old days

that's

some

thing

                      something

                      threatening

                      from the East

                                             (but it's blue)

efter

graveriet

                      det dér

                      vejrkort

er der

et hul

                      ligner noget

                      fra de gamle

                      kolde dage

det'

noget

                      noget truer

                      fra øst

                                   (men det er blåt)

Noah's 212th Egg / Noahs 212te æg

gathering

the crumbles

                           evergreens

of three

tobacco pouches

into one

                           the vine

I hear

the wind

has died

down

                           the garbage bins

samler

resterne

                           stedsegrøn

af tre pakker

tobak

sammen i een

                           efeuen

lyt!

vinden

har lagt

sig

                           og skraldespandene

Noah's 211th egg / Noah's 211 æg

in a heart

shaped

box

                            ”If you plan to go to Mercury

                             to enjoy it's displays of light when

                             the solar wind blasts away

                             its sodium atoms you better pack

                             plenty of sun screen lotion. It's

                             450C on the surface ...”

heart

shaped

chocolates

                            I open the door to get a sense of the

                            unrelenting wind and how cold it is and

                            decide I don't really anything from the

                            shops.

from 2

Christmases

ago

                            third Sunday

                            I see the sun

                            on tv

i en hjerte

formet

æske

                          ”Hvis Du har planer om, at tage til Merkur

                           for at nyde de gule lysshows, når solvinden

                           blæser dens natriumatomer væk, gør du

                           klogt i at pakke godt med solcreme. Der

                           er 450 grader varmt på overfladen ...”

hjerteformede

chokolader

                          Jeg åbner døren, for at få en fornemmelse

                          af vinden og hvor koldt, det er og bliver

                          enig med mig selv om, at jeg ikke har brug

                          for noget fra Brugsen i dag.

fra for

2 juler

siden

                         tredje søndag

                         jeg ser solen

                         på tv

Noah's 210th windy egg / Noahs 210nde forblæste æg

there's

no

thing

                     the muffled rumbling

                     of the train

and

the wind

                     and a perching crow

and

the wind

                    all the fun

                    of Kali Yuga

der

er

ingen

ting

                        den dæmpede

                        rumlen fra toget

og

vinden

                       og en krage

                       på en gren

og

vinden

                      al den morskab

                      i Kali Yuga

Noah's 209th egg / Noahs 209nde æg

sleepless

again

                      from here to there

this is

how

                      the snow that melted

time is

stretched

                      has settled as fog

søvnløs

igen

                     herfra og dertil

det er

sådan

                     sneen der smeltede

tiden

strækkes

ud

                    har sat sig som tåge

Noah's 208th egg / Noahs 208nde æg

early

night

fall

                        burning

                        frankincense

(if that's when

the sun

goes down)

                        the endless helix

almost spent

a day

without

writing

                         gave me brown eyes

tidlig

aften

                      brænder

                      harpiksrøgelse

(hvis det er

når solen

går ned)

                      den uendelige spiral

tilbragte

næsten en dag

uden

at skrive

                      gav mig brune øjne

Noah's 207th wet egg / Noahs 207nde våde æg

first week

                      just as I thought

I've been

silent

                      we lived in a bubble

for one seventh

of this year

                      rain

første uge

                            ligesom jeg troede

jeg har været

tavs

                            vi levede i en boble

for en syvendedel

af dette år

                             regn

Noah's 206th lazy egg / Noahs 206te sløve æg

soft

licorice

                     got an HD tv-box

the day

has grown

                     old trinitron heroes

with 18 minutes

of lethargy

                      now have blackheads

blød

lakrids

                       fik en HD tvboks

dagen er

tilaget

                       nu har

                       gamle trinitronhelte

med 18 minutters

sløvhed

                        hudorme

Noah's 205th first dream egg / Noahs 205te første drømmeæg

first dream

                      spending the first day

I slice

carrots

                      gazing at cross

                      in the sky

in

Vishnu's

left

nostril

                       I decide I'm not

                       Constantine

første drøm

                      bruger den første dag

jeg skiver

gule

rødder

                      på at stirre på

                      et kors på himlen

i

Vishnu's

venstre

næsebor

                      jeg beslutter at jeg ikke

                      er Konstantin