Doppelgänger ("the one who walks in two directions" in German) is a ghostly double of a living person that haunts its living counterpart.
It is also the title of a palindromic poem by J. A. Lindon, that tells two different sides of the same story depending on which order it is read.
Entering the lonely house with my wife
I saw him for the first time
Peering furtively from behind a bush -
Blackness that moved,
A shape amid the shadows,
A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes
Revealed in the ragged moon.
A closer look (he seemed to turn) might have
Put him to flight forever-
I dared not
(For reasons that I failed to understand)
Though I knew I should act at once.
I puzzled over it, hiding alone,
Watching the woman as she neared the gate.
He came and I saw him, crouching,
Night after night.
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Night after night
He came, and I saw him crouching,
Watching the woman as she neared the gate.
I puzzled over it, hiding alone-
Though I knew I should act at once,
For reasons that I failed to understand
I dared not
Put him to flight forever.
A closer look (he seemed to turn) might have
Revealed in the ragged moon
A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes
A shape amid the shadows,
Blackness that moved.
Peering furtively from behind a bush,
I saw him for the first time,
Entering the lonely house with my wife.
It is also the title of a palindromic poem by J. A. Lindon, that tells two different sides of the same story depending on which order it is read.
Entering the lonely house with my wife
I saw him for the first time
Peering furtively from behind a bush -
Blackness that moved,
A shape amid the shadows,
A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes
Revealed in the ragged moon.
A closer look (he seemed to turn) might have
Put him to flight forever-
I dared not
(For reasons that I failed to understand)
Though I knew I should act at once.
I puzzled over it, hiding alone,
Watching the woman as she neared the gate.
He came and I saw him, crouching,
Night after night.
----
Night after night
He came, and I saw him crouching,
Watching the woman as she neared the gate.
I puzzled over it, hiding alone-
Though I knew I should act at once,
For reasons that I failed to understand
I dared not
Put him to flight forever.
A closer look (he seemed to turn) might have
Revealed in the ragged moon
A momentary glimpse of gleaming eyes
A shape amid the shadows,
Blackness that moved.
Peering furtively from behind a bush,
I saw him for the first time,
Entering the lonely house with my wife.
From this poem, I created a palindromic leporello, that can be read from both sides, with the story walking in two different directions.
The illustrations are the same for both sides, but are given different focus points through a window system, selecting different parts to change the focus depending on which side your are reading.
The book was printed by hand in letterpress at Fachhochschule Potsdam (FHP), with Leipzig font at 11pt, over Hahnemühle paper, folded and binded manually.
This project was part of the Projekt Woche for the winter semester of 2007, during which 10 limited copies were hand made and numbered. On the following year, 5 copies were sold at the Annual Bookfair in Leipzig (Leipzig Buchmesse).
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A special thanks to Bethany Lesko, without whom this book would not be possible.
This project was part of the Projekt Woche for the winter semester of 2007, during which 10 limited copies were hand made and numbered. On the following year, 5 copies were sold at the Annual Bookfair in Leipzig (Leipzig Buchmesse).
_
A special thanks to Bethany Lesko, without whom this book would not be possible.
