Thursday 30 January 2014

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

Wednesday 29 January 2014

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

et
søm

                   der starter
                   med A

Wednesday 22 January 2014

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)

Tuesday 21 January 2014

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

Sunday 19 January 2014

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

Tuesday 14 January 2014

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



Sunday 12 January 2014

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

Wednesday 8 January 2014

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

Tuesday 7 January 2014

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

Wednesday 1 January 2014

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