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Enter the void

Inspired by Kenji Mizoguchi's Ugetsu, Lady Wakasa. A tragic figure in her solitude and loneliness, departed this world without having ever known love in her life.

the magic yard

A very good friend of mine, Esa the girl who cries a lot as baby goth circa 2009

Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers. Their leaves do not wish us to hurry: They are round and flat and full of dark advice.

Cold worlds shake from the oar. The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes. A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies. Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens? This is the silence of astounded souls.

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful, The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have looked at it so long I think it is part of my heart. But it flickers. Faces and darkness separate us over and over. Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.