Friday, July 31, 2015

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On the weathered shores
From once a proud navy sailed,
Cats sleep.


On the turntable: Madness, "Seven"
 

Thursday, July 30, 2015

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An old couple
Sits upon the waters
Discussing what time has brung.


On the turntable: Matthew Sweet, "100% Fun"

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

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Homesick windmill
Disperses summer clouds
Over Japan's Aegean.


On the turntable:Everything But The Girl, "Acoustic"

Tuesday, July 28, 2015

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Upon sandy shores,
Brick towers stretch to their full heights,
Giving glory to the blue of sky.


On the turntable: Wings, "Venus and Mars"

Sunday, July 19, 2015

Sunday Papers: Lafcadio Hearn


"I ought not to have been born in this century, I think sometimes, because I live forever in dreams of other centuries and other faiths and other ethics..."


On the turntable:  "Goodbye Babylon"
On the nighttable:  Dennis McNally, "On Highway 61"


Sunday, July 12, 2015

Sunday Papers: Kenneth Rexroth


"It makes no difference which side wins, if peace does not win."

On the turntable:  "Skaboom!"

Thursday, July 09, 2015

Points and Lines





I walk the streets of the city, amidst the wreckage of another weekend night.  A crow plucks noodles out of an abandoned box in front of a convenience store.  Across the street, I spy Michael Jackson, flanked by three admirers.  As I drew near, I see that it was simply a scrawny Japanese guy who has adopted Michael’s hat and locks and questionable skin tone.  Drunk out of his mind, he is being led down the street by three of his friends. He suddenly stops and points his finger back up the road, striking a classic MJ pose, then pulls out of his friends’ grasp, and moves in the direction of a 24-hour internet cafe. 

There are very few others moving out here, mainly a handful of delivery men peddling their bicycles away from the Nihonkai Shinbun tower, whose rounded sides of bright reflected glass reminds me of the Ewing offices in Dallas.  I carry on past the newspaper men up Kanazawa’s high street, over a bridge girded by steel, and move away from the rising sun, the hour not yet five a.m..

I’d never seen this part of the city before, but it is as attractive as the rest.  On the river’s far shore I find myself flanked by one of the old geisha quarters and the village of temples nearby.  The floating world and the Buddhists had always had a close relationship, and I ponder how often had these low earthen walls been rebuilt, worn down over time by the robes of monks who’d climbed over them at night.  It seems like a fair metaphor for enlightenment somehow.

I move off the main road at a place called Izumi.  But the only spring I see was that of my step,  which drives forward my shadow, now lengthening a fair distance down the narrow lane.  This would be repeated for the next couple of hours, as I trace the narrow roads which usher me from busy street to busy street.  And all along this zigzag the city gradually falls away, as does the charm of my surroundings, until I am  affixed
firmly into suburb, moving against the flow of traffic that races along arteries to feed the pulse of what I have left behind.   



MAP:  http://latlonglab.yahoo.co.jp/route/watch?id=3d0bdfefa930d24670385ed2bcedb5ab


 On the turntable:  "The Rough Guide to Jamaica"
On the nighttable:  Trevor Corson,  "The Story of Sushi"



Tuesday, July 07, 2015

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Vigilant sentinels
Stand enshrouded,
Above the playground of the gods.

On the turntable: "Putumayo Presents Louisiana Gumbo"

Sunday, July 05, 2015

Sunday Papers: Satyajit Ray


"In this day and age, it is becoming increasingly difficult to believe in a benevolent God.  The daily newspaper wounds that on a daily basis."   


On the turntable: "Blues Jam in Chicago"

Saturday, July 04, 2015

(untitled)




A summer day so perfect
Even the kamuy are pleased. 
Me-Akan-dake.


On the turntable:  "World 2003"

Friday, July 03, 2015

(untitled)




Chasing Amaterasu
From end to end,
Admiring her dimples.


On the turntable:  "God Save the Queen"