Tuesday, December 27, 2005


I just pulled this out of the vaults: 'twas buried under the weight of many a Greek Idol; but I think it remains pure.

In the vicinity of a candle,
There lurks a shadow.
He looks on,
From a cold, dark viewpoint,
With jealous eyes.

He doesn’t know he’s jealous –
But he is.
He doesn’t even know there’s a candle –
But there is.

How do you know? You may ask.
I may tell:
When the darkness of night reigns,
Shadows haven’t a place;
But when the sun rises
And the sky turns a soft blue,
The Shadow is born.

It has no entity its own:
Without the candle it doesn’t exist.
The greater the light –
The greater the shadow.

Then why isn’t it warm and true,
Like its source?
For if it was to be so…
It would have no power its “own”;
And, wherein would lie the challenge?
Certainly not in the shadows!

Who am I writing to?
Doubtfully the Shadow,
For he can’t read!
I only write to the candle,
As only he alone can teach;
Only he alone can create.

Teach whom?
Teach what?
Teach the shadow –
How to read.

Create what?
From whom?
Create a Light –
From, The Shadow.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

shakespare oh shakespare, thou please do explain ;)

12/28/2005 7:13 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


everything is illuminated.

12/28/2005 7:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I dont think the shadow needs to learn, it just needs to be put out of business with a dose of light.

Happy Chanukah.


12/28/2005 8:33 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

oy, oy.. the Foer fans are back..

12/28/2005 11:30 PM  
Blogger The Bearded One said...

without shrek 2 theres no shrek 1...
vihamaskil yaskil
see u in a week or so. whens good? u making ur own farby? should i just email? im too lazy.

1/01/2006 4:43 AM  
Anonymous soon-to-be-named said...

now you're saying someting for a change

1/03/2006 1:09 AM  

Post a Comment

<< Home