A mischievous classic, loved by children and adults There is a crown, but it isn’t really a crown. So, what is it really? A cookie? A cactus? A flower? Is it a queen’s crown? No, no, and no. Everyone thinks the crown is theirs, and everyone wants to wear it? So, what is this crown really? What is this thing that everyone is going in circles around? Is it only a crown, or is it everything or anything? Is it a riddle
and its answer? Or perhaps it is something else? Is it love? What’s love?
In the spirit of the classics of nonsense, the works of Lewis Carroll and Edward Lear, Nurit Zarchi unfolds a poem of minimalist foolishness, in which one may see a succinct, mischievous key to her work: a mystery of great peculiarity, as ancient as history, pondering an enormous unknown that looks different to all human beings and from all the angles from which it is observed.
Illustrations: Hila Havkin