I’m loving this novel, Killing Commendatore by Haruki Murakami. The story, the visuals-in-my-head, the treasure hunt of symbolism, the intrigue. This is the kind of novel I want to go on and on and still, can’t put it down so it goes even faster. If you’re reading along, this drawing is of a quote on page 203.
By page 130 of Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore I have become aware of the owl’s presence. I track him with the parts of my being that build a real world from an author’s writings.
A friend, also a writer, had her character pause, put a hand on Mary Oliver’s White Pine, and flee. Reading this lead me to a bit of Mary Oliver reading – always a wonderful journey.
If you’d like a musical accompaniment to this piece, I’d recommend The Grateful Dead’s Ripple. If you don’t know it, well, …If I knew the way I would take you home.
I simply can’t decide if I want a haiku to be paired with the novel-inspired drawing, or if I want to include an actual quote from the novel. Today, you get both!
Friends, wine, and painting
Van Gogh and Murakami
Art is a prism
I’m not sure there is such a thing. Yesterday’s reading left me with competing haikus and I realized it was because of Haruki Murakami’s masterful writing. I decided to let them both exist within this painting.
I’m still trying to figure out how to illustrate the books I read as I read them. I know I could easily illustrate out-of-copyright books, but there’s little fun in that for me. Today I’ve haiku’d a scene from Haruki Murakami’s Killing Commendatore. All words are my own. The illustration depicts the impression left after yesterday’s reading.
My four year old grandson keeps trying to convince us we should have Christmas every day. I can see his point in that, when I don’t have a Stephen King novel to read, I feel lost and alone.
I apologize for haiku-ing in the first person and further admit my mistake in inadvertently inking the word the in the final line. Ah well.
edit: I’ve just been told I can call it a senryu which deal with human emotions. WooHoo…I’m a poet and I don’t know it….
I miss winter already. I like the short days and long nights time of year the best. Today’s haiku:
