Worm-eaten light: a photo journey

warm eaten light

I have been particularly struck by the raw, intimate scenes depicted by the enigmatic late poet Pavel Šrut, that I wandered around his Prague to find images that could resonate with his lyrical verses.

The instant images have been taken during a meditative walk and are to be considered as an humble way to thank him for his words.

Inspired by book: Červotočivé světlo

warm eaten light

Photos by juli_analogue

A poem from Worm-eaten light

October is oblique
a lone leaky pail
in the entire house. Worm-eaten
light is working.

Trees become whistles, and me,
I’m nowhere. Meanwhile,
a little spider spits out thread as if
it were already dawn …

It is. It’s far no matter
where you go. It’s deep at every turn.
I’m afraid of crossing the courtyard—
the empty nutshells and leaves out there.

The original in Czech by Pavel Šrut:

ŘÍDKÝ JE ŘÍJEN
a v celém domě jediný
rozeschlý džber. Červotočivé
světlo pracuje,

Ze stromů píšťaly, a já
nikde. A pavouček zatím
sliní vlákno jako
kdyby už svítání…

Je. Je daleko
kamkoliv, je hluboko odevšad.
Bojím se přes dvůr,
tam skořápky a nať.

Source: https://www.triquarterly.org/issues/issue-138/four-poems-worm-eaten-light