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Finding Home #transcription (repeat)

No longer daunted
By subterfuge
Payola schemes or even
Assassinations by a religious stooge

Still enamored by overbites
Pretty lies, feathered caps
and Japanese super cub motorbikes

Confused by burning coals
to alchemize
and quicksilver mines
in a triangular ruse

I don’t need a course
To tell me to be happy
I already know what wealthy means:
Have you a garden, a pen and Wood stove?

The answer to the biggest question is:
“to love, and to be loved”

The pathway to go there is: kindness, tolerance, empathy, intrepidness, weakness is strength

All this is to say:
Cynicism avoided, reality reinvented, consensus subverted, admiration for the usual
Savor the regular days, notice the magnificence in nonchalance & common place.

Get down on your knees!

To look closely
The tactility of grass
The softness of sand
The circles and cycles
The shards of pottery
The ants smaller than the other ants
The lichen, the moss the dirt
The rivulets
The worm holes to everywhere else

Will lead you back to exactly here.

At the library, observations #poem

A spangled Cub Scout in his short pants and neckerchief
check out a book, holding
little sister’s hand

Elder lady clutching armload of books her shirt says

“please please protect the love“

Posters for the J2 futbol club (with a solid blonde import out in front) sponsor laden jerseys on display

(the sign reminds you not to touch, inexplicably
But instead
write celebratory messages of
support on a preformatted card)

a message for Italian pheasants

oh look! kid with a jumper covered with excavators, mixers and cranes (just like mine wears)

Pamphlets to play baseball, or table tennis or some kind of martial art… I know none of these things

Magnets attaching, all right angles, no overlap, tidy

“Literature Okayama 2023” - some kind of event I missed? (Momotaro and his monkey companion gaze nonchalantly holding a banner I can’t read)

I should pay better attention, on second thought…

Or rather festival at a temple which involves a large bonfire

And now my little guy comes running out with a book to check out

later, outside the boy with spectacles, a bright vest straps on his backpack, does 20 Achilles tendon stretches before unlocking his bicycle

we walk past and purchase three pieces of Chilean salmon from a man in a converted kei-truck
¥800

Where do you disappear? #poem

Where do you go 
when
You disappear?

I have a hunch
(and want to ask)
but suspect, maybe

Possibly too intimate to inquire, maybe

And anyhow,
do not know
how to begin

A phone number? (Would you even pick up?) A postcard address?

Oh and – do you even remember me? Anyhow

Poetry transcription: “finding home”

{transcription from an “field notes” notebook while in bed… stashed here so I don’t misplace}

[Unrelated photo #SnowyOwl]
Finding home

No longer daunted
By subterfuge
Payola schemes or even
Assassinations by a religious stooge

Still enamored by overbites
Pretty lies feathered caps
and quicksilver mines

Confused by burning coals
to alchemize
cartoon currencies
in a triangular ruse

I don’t need a course
To tell me to be happy
I already know what wealthy means
Have you a garden, a pen and Wood stove?

The answer to the biggest question is:
“to love, and to be loved”

The pathway to go there is: kindness, tolerance, empathy, intrepidness, weakness is strength

All this is to say:
Cynicism avoided, reality reinvented, consensus subverted, admiration for the usual
Savor the regular days, notice the magnificence in nonchalance & common place.

Get down on your knees!

To look closely
The tactility of grass
The softness of sand
The circles and cycles
The shards of pottery
The ants smaller than the other ants
The lichen, the moss the dirt
The rivulets
The worm holes to everywhere else

Will lead you back to exactly here.

Observations: poem, post box, bus stop, IV

was just waiting for someone to ask me the time so i could say “North by Northwest”
walked to post office

as rain fell

imagining Van and Vic

in April & May

writing new endings by 
crafting beginnings
with new cast of darlings

{mailed 4 packets of printed matter}
2 "forged" passports 
4 x postcards with dozens of stamps
1 portrait of young sailor

now a fire

Two observations outside of the doctors office yesterday / yes, can help me to locate myself when my head is spinning after injections

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Aside: scrambling, not trying and laying flat (existential crisis off the bat)

Started the year (or whatever) in a series of fogs, trying not to scramble to “get going” again.

Good news is: I guess I got the first existential crisis of the year out of the way… Don’t worry, there will be more to come :)

Sorta not-trying to mop up a couple loose ends before the “end of the month” without making yet another list or overwhelming myself with obligations or expectations of perfection (just saying out loud).

PS Sorry/not sorry i haven’t replied to your email/message/_____/thing. I’d say i was trying but redundant (and I’m trying not to try so hard), obviously.

{hiding a poem here where no one will notice}

Fresh out of defiant slogans
Too exhausted to scowl
Done with rhetoric and angst
Given up on raised fists
Just my eyebrows for now
I stroll but slowly
Not on hamster wheels
Languid towards oblivion
Lay flat, do little
Let the system squander and powers collapse
among
Hubris, greed bah!
“I’ll take apathy to go”
With a side of indifference

Poem: Arc my Tongue to Spark

Tinder & Sparks ~ Kindling & Matches
Arc my tongue
Across the 9 volt transistor
To check the spark
Of the over-clocked resistor

Coat hanger antenna wire
To steal shortwave secrets
Bounding off cloudy atmosphere

Compressing continents and time
Learn both codes of phonetic alphabets
Able Baker / Alpha Bravo
Double tap of triggers and tripwires

No confirmations forthcoming
According to the single use
crossword sheet

Connections misplaced, handlers abandoned
No one being run from a park bench
With yesterday’s newspaper folded twice
Dead dropped next to the silver rock

Add the excuses of uncaught trains
Unloose tails, uncoded contraband, dispatches never to be delivered
Despite deliberate intentions

Left for an unsuspecting future operator
finding the signal

Poetry: Reading “Alchemists Confer with Hypnotists” for Muriel’s at Word Vancouver (but from Japan)

I’m reading at this unique & enchanting poetry event. Online & in person in Vancouver as part of 2022 Muriel’s Journey Poetry prize at Word Vancouver..

  • Canada/USA: Sept 17, Saturday, 4-5PM Pacific (7-9PM Eastern)
  • Japan: Sept 18, Sunday, 8-9AM

Tickets are free but you gotta register >> Free tix here: https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/word-vancouver-2022-festival-tickets-395743488427

Swan’s matches not provided as the reading is remote through ‘warm media’

I’m reading “Alchemists Confer with Hypnotists” / A poem which came out of my long healing ramble.

Update: you can also purchase a book “Fire from the Heart: Winners of the 2022 Muriel’s Journey Poetry Prize” (from Azm below or better from your fave bookstores to order from Ingram) featuring the poems of the various award winners, including me.

PS when you buy your copy, let me know and I’ll send you a postcard to say thanks & you can use as a book plate/bookmark.

Please join me and other compelling poets for free hugs & magic. My heart would be so bright knowing you were at the other end of the screen.

Senryu / assorted, (rather silly, some not)

Senryu are meant to be (the more formal, serene and seasonal)Haiku’s sillier cousin and in fact pre-date haiku as a form.

Imagine Japanese folks, centuries ago, I’m getting themselves around the heart with short humorous anecdote and having a good laugh.

photo has nothing to do with the poems but put here because it will make it look more Japanese

Either way, here’s a wee cycle i uncovered in a forgotten shoebox, shared here for your possible bewilderment and amusement.

Written, 2003-4, Olympia, WA (likely)

“Spam – ku”
40 million dollars
again and again
offered from Nigeria

But she told me she’d meet me
At the Thai restaurant
downtown!

I already told you
I love you ~
Can I hang up now?

The dog and I
Shared a dinner
Of tortilla chips and beer

Thinking of Amsterdam,
I slip
on rainy cobblestones

Driving the old, old highway
through Central park
Avoiding all the birds

Museum / Exhibit: Hokusai, print master / Nagano, Japan, 2019 (w/ minor notes)

Blurb: On our meandering adventure of a honeymoon in May-June 2019, we travelled by many means of convenience including a wide variety of trains, rental cars, occasional coach buses and what not. See the whole Shinkonryoko Scrapbook for a mixed-media ephemera overview and a list of places visited for the curious.

Primary aims were to visit friends, stay at all manner of accommodations and see loads of museums, especially, spontaneous, small-ish and quirky if possible.

1 and only 1, snippet of Hokusai museum

As such, in the town of Obuse, Nagano-ken, we made a stop at a museum for the famous print block artist, Hokusai. His name may not be as recognizable as his work (yup, that big wave from the “37 views of Mt Fuji” series) the museum (current exhibit anyhow) didn’t really pack in the well-know pieces but rather focused on his work making soerta pre-cursors to manga comics with endless “clip art” doodles, characters and life shape studies.

The museum wasn’t “photo friendly” (that’s fine) but including a few atmospheric snaps to recall that “yes, we went here”. As usual loaded up at the gift shop (so many postcards and books!). Pardons for underwhelming post (we did get tasty dessert afterwards nearby)

no photos in galleries but evidence we were “there”

Hokusai-kan museum (map): https://goo.gl/maps/cSDGgaN4j2Q4WHpFA

Tip: apparently there is a discount if you are rocking traditional Japanese kimono or jinbei, great!

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