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Annotations: Regarding Japanese-inspired Poetry

Consider the words
Write them once, only –
In a single inky sweep
On tactile paper
Then add a flower
Close the book
For now

&/or do none of the above

(from summer 2018 Moleskine accordion notebook “when everything changed”)

Japanese Cinema etc: quick hits/notes

Shintaro Katsu as Zatoichi, wanders – blind with cane-sword, ready for massage

Consider this a sloppy and not complete by any means roundup for Japanese and Japan-related cinema and other visual entertainment. 

Just quick hits, a few links, please take the time to add to it if you have something to say.

First, buddy Banghi puts forth:

a quick and dirty list focusing on directors highlights or favs rather than spamming a list of Kurosawa…

* Tokyo Story
* Tampopo
* High and low
* Castle of Cagliastro
* In the realm of the senses
* Kwaidan
* Akira
* Any/all Zatoichi
* Ballad of Narayama
* Rodan
* The Burmese harp
* Battle royale

Next, I made a little list of Japanese and related for folks coming to wedding as a primer – a few ideas to load up on your device for plane viewing to get ya in the spirit: Continue reading Japanese Cinema etc: quick hits/notes

Stumble, Hurry! Hurry! – January in Hotsprings

Stumble, Hurry, Hurry – January in Hotsprings
Stumble, Hurry, Hurry – January in Hotsprings

 

Stumble,

Hurry hurry! catch

Catch the trail

Muddy trails is

break break

Forest fires & foot prints

Before the crumbs are gone.

Swirling Years – January in Hotsprings

Swirling Years – January in Hotsprings
Swirling Years – January in Hotsprings

Wherein:

Swirling years of bliss

Something in an eye(s)

Tells all the stories

Until the Time – January in Hotsprings

Until The Time – January in Hotsprings
Until The Time – January in Hotsprings

Until the time

If i had a clock i would count

Down the hours and so on

Now: 13,000,000 stars

Snowy Mountain – January in Hotsprings

Snowy Mountain – January in Hotsprings
Snowy Mountain – January in Hotsprings

Over there

Snowy Mountain

Cool burning toes

Portrait: Japanese Wedding MC (with groom Craig Ryomoto)

Japanese Wedding MC: daveo disguised
Japanese Wedding MC
This handmade kimono waited in an old-timey suitcase for a decade or two before finally finding its purpose has one of three jackets used to conduct a wedding ceremony for the dapper gent on the right and his stunning lady who you’ve seen on the news.
 
Unbeknownst to the bride or the groom, and most importantly the hyperactive wedding planner, your venerable master of ceremonies conducted the proceedings in two languages and three different jackets to coordinate with the bride’s three dresses.
 
It’s the nuance that counts.
 
Note: I know what you’re thinking, but no, I’m retired from wedding officiating duties. Plus, would be hard to top that one with the 13 course dinner which I barely touched a drop of due to trying to remember how to say confusing spiels in Japanese (let alone English!) and a significant desire to not offend the grooms’s visiting family from Japan. This was moderately successfully completed.
 
Then, I drank all the Sapporos at the bar. 
 
photo credit: Sabrina Jaksa (i’m pretty sure at least)
 

 

 

Feverish Dreams in Tea Steam: Haibun in Grey

Delicious dreams
I mumble in my sleep
no memory

Fever – coming on stronger now. Gaining now for three days, delirious fits and sleepless tossing, frantic at random hours. Mind you, body never shivers, mind flashes burning pictures of moments. Some I remember might be called a dream but for the anguish. Too real for a nightmare, the pain, the fever, the malaise gains vigor with each grating snapshot. The unfamiliar seeps with fear, I don’t know how it will end. Each episode so far ends with me waking called waking only in that my eyes crack enough to register light or dark.

I twist, fall back into the soaked feather bed drifting, one moment racing a wooden car down bumpy hill, children holler in cub scout knickers, proud with badges, another moment running hard, leaping onto pillars fleeing a unknown enemy or maybe moving towards one, leaping higher columns tumble into oblivion, my feet slip, slide falling, falling next floating in a long abandoned warlord’s damp stronghold dungeon, somewhere atop Teutonic hill slope, the moon shows the shackles through window slits.

Warm and next a campfire warming feet and drinking from a flask as I mumble fading eyes see nothing but white robes walking by from time to time.

Memories sequestered
Releasing now
As tea steam

Remembrance Day 2011: Japanese Memorial Cenotaph in Stanley Park

Full Remembrance Day ceremony at the Japanese Memorial Cenotaph in Stanley Park, Vancouver, BC, Canada, including: minute of silence, bagpipers, buglers, reading of Flander’s Field and other respectful meditations. Pardon rough edits etc.