I am not a writer

The question popped into my head the other day, if I considered myself a writer or not.  I certainly like to write in my blog here but would I be considered a writer if someone other than myself were to ask me that question? No, I am not a writer. A writer is one who:…… Continue reading I am not a writer

A Melancholy Toast

Write this a while ago, forgot to put it in the blog.  Is a work in progress: Part I (11/14/2014) To the Asian bar girls who are no longer 24To my beautiful girlfriends who never found a compatible man; and who probably never willTo old relationships whose flame I can still feelTo the roads not taken,…… Continue reading A Melancholy Toast

A rice field haiku

The ancient rice fieldSaturated by gray cloudsOf US warplanes aboveMateo de Colón Just walked through this beautiful landscape and was struck by the contrast of its timeless serenity and the roaring of the ceaseless American warplanes flying overhead towards Yokosuka. It is a melancholy feeling indeed and brought forth an unsolicited haiku. Update 9.25.2015 I…… Continue reading A rice field haiku

Princess Shikishi Poem – 式子内親王の詩

今日はこの詩を見つかりました。本当に本当にきれいだと思いました。そしてこのブログで付けて、忘れないようにしました。 Winter Becoming Spring 1In spring toowhat first stands out —Mount Otowa —from the snow at its peakthe rays of the sun appear. 2Here deep in the hills,my pine door would never knowthat springtime had come —but for a broken trickleof jewels of melted snow. 3Though warblers have not called,in the sound of cascadespouring down…… Continue reading Princess Shikishi Poem – 式子内親王の詩

East Coker – T.S. Eliot

I’m fascinated by this poem.  I heard a few snippets of it from this music and had to know where it came from: Grasscut – Blink in the Night https://youtu.be/mP2YrTPAqpE “East Coker,” from “The Four Quartets. I. In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed,…… Continue reading East Coker – T.S. Eliot