Lunch with Chikako
ART
MUSIC
WRITING

WRITING

ON FUKUSHIMA DISASTER

ON
COMMERCIAL ART

ON
CONCEPTUAL ART

ON
OCCUPY WALL STREET

ON GOVERNMENT

POEMS



FEEL

I feel the fire     
from the stars
Inferno above
saraband             serenade


TREES

Colors that have no name
because (there are)  no words
because (there are)  no trees


THE HOUSE OF THE ARTISTS

I want to stroll on that street
where the artists breathe
a different time mind sounds
for all life of all different degrees

as well
corollary breed
spirits infinite,
As to live life
the painful way

the artists in the window room
brushstrokes in the air
poised
like a knife
diamond bright
on a day let whirl away
too laughing to care
or to see

you can see the sky
through the chainon stairs

(work in progress)


moi ?

breathing
typing
swearing
under my shirt
a heart beats
proud of me


NOW

A stunning journey begins
with the first step
Left untaken


Cinema show

There
s a pain
at the heart
of the world
that can
t be beat
or pretended out

this flat earth
   so fried
   dupes we?
Tell me the time
pass me by please
cause I
m still trying to write
the song

you were made of earth
and fire     and ice      and sun
When will my heart break  once
and for all time
into earth
control   I need not

Life is a play of light
as long as we play
There is light
infinite


Billy Cobham

Those slashing cymbals
really commanded our attention.

like a fresh blast of secret snow
from out of the void

yay! billy C!

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