Very often I find stuff in my pockets. Usually it's receipts or old tickets. Sometimes I extract a crumpled piece of paper I can no longer decipher but which I know is a now unidentifiable idea which I tried to jot down while tripping over a dog or avoiding a motorcycle. There are pockets in... Continue Reading →
Uruku Tumi Gushiku
This piece is from the album "Jin Jin / Firefly" by Takashi Hirayasu and Bob Brozman. It always makes me smile. It is also good to listen to when you need to get up and deal with a task you have been putting off for a while.
Sei Shonagon’s Things – Lists from the Pillow Book (1)
(Sei Shonagon was born in Japan around the year 965 CE and served as a lady in waiting to Empress Sadako. In her Pillow Book, she gives an account of the things she saw and her feelings. Every now and then she provides a list of things, which are like tiny exhibitions organised by an... Continue Reading →
The Poemarium (2)
Which of you owns that red moon, children ? That is the entirety of a poem by Kobayashi Issa. It has the magic of successful haiku. It makes a pinpoint in the wall surrounding us and lets in a flood of surprising images and thoughts. I by now have my own story sprung by these few... Continue Reading →