Monday, December 21, 2009

Found mine

I just saw a girl,
she looked just like you
Made me wonder
just where you're going to

Ten years gone
gone down the line
and you're with him
but I found mine

I found mine
in good time
It took a while
but I found mine

I found mine
and now the sun can shine
She's my baby
and I'm going to make her mine


ADE

Sunday, December 13, 2009

What the Romans did - Peace? Shut up!


"The instruments of war do have a role to play in preserving the peace."

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(Obama - receiving the Nobel peace prize)

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"When we're talking about war, what we're really talking about is peace."

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(Bush - justifying the first 'surge' - Obama's is greater, despite being elected on a promise of 'change'.)

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More from Obama's peace prize acceptance speech:

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'Obama affirmed that "no Holy War can ever be a just war. For if you truly believe that you are carrying out divine will, then there is no need for restraint." Then shortly afterward stated

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"Let us reach for the world that ought to be - that spark of the divine that still stirs within each of our souls."

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An adversary's invocation of the divine is false, heretical, sacrilegious; Washington's is true, unerring, sufficient to justify any action, however violent and deadly.'

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http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=16503

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ExWfh6sGyso

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Wonder why


(draft!)

I wonder why beginnings seem trouble free
The good old days, the way things used to be
with blinded eyes on a high hindsighted spree

I wonder why
I wonder why

Our first six weeks in the womb, in our mother
All female, all the same, the same cover
till half of us, hormoned, become other

I wonder why
I wonder why

All out of Africa, black. Fated.
Some drifted north, mutated,
followed the ice, turned white, faded

I wonder why
I wonder why

CGD

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

George


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysw_0NgumjU


The Ringing Bell

I keep a cheap Russian pocket watch in my top drawer -
she kept herself there, unwound,
a 1917 replica, from a Norfolk country fair -



- A lunar sunset walk across a coastal stubbled field,
the windmill still, the marsh reeds rustle,
the salt sea air rumbles and thrums -

A battleship on her flip-up cover lid,
a Commie call to prayer -
"All power to the Soviets!"
stamped on a red flag - but the red paint's gone,
thumbed, rubbed away, pocketed too quick

I found her the other day and wound her,
and now she ticks these silent years undone.

Remembered Home Alone Tone - hid away
the long ten weeks of our long work-stay,
self-deserted,

he'd phone, not speak, to his empty UK home
just to hear the ringing bell,
to loosen the dust from his hall handset -
the distant sea whispering from her shell

Monday, December 7, 2009

Saturday, December 5, 2009

She

She understands
She reads between the lines

Friday, December 4, 2009

Voltaire




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.'By appreciation, we make excellence in others our own property.'

'All murderers are punished, unless they kill in large numbers and are accompanied by the sound of trumpets.'

'Doubt is not a pleasant condition, but certainty is absurd.'

'Every man is guilty of the good he did not do.'

'God gave us the gift of life; it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well.'

'In general, the art of government consists of taking as much money as possible from one class of citizens and giving it to another.'

'It is better to risk saving a guilty man than to condemn an innocent.'

'It is not sufficient to see and know the beauty of a work; we must feel and be affected by it.'

'Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.'

etc.

Voltaire.
(1694 - 1778)

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Desert Islands


I'd be hard pushed to pick just one - but this is a strong contender:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aBmhvpiTSAU
Photo by Plisson

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Hot potatoes


Small pick ups appear in the autumn with a kind of tin pizza oven going in the back, to bake sweet potatoes in. They then crawl round the houses with a taped song-like chant belted out of a loud speaker: "Who will buy my sweet potatoes?" kind of thing. When I first heard this it reminded me of the call to prayer. I heard one the other night, in the distance - reminded me how easy it is to get the wrong message.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4gzmoUHrQ4

Picnic


The other day we were walking back from the supermarket in the late afternoon autumn sun and decided to short-cut via the beach. There's a small children's playground just above and behind the beach, under the cawing Scots pines, sheltered from the wind rushing grasses - small children giggled on the see-saw rocking horse. We sat on the sunny bench and fished out a baguette, some camembert, a dozen cherry tomatoes, a piece of apple and cinnamon cake, and drank brandy from the cap.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

The simple pleasures.


I just walked down to the shop again, past the same waves and tinkling piano as the other night. I decided to come back a different way, down a sidestreet I'd never been down before, and found just a few metres down and round a corner a wonderful looking traditional restaurant in its own traditional garden. And I thought how we can have the same experiences with people, even ourselves. I mean, you think you know a place pretty well, but one day you discover some hidden gem just round the corner - an old shrine, some beautiful trees, or whatever - that you never knew about. People are a bit like that, or they can be.

It's such a clear night tonight, after the rain - the clearest I can remember. I can go to the sea wall and look right across the bay, all the way down the Izu peninsula on the other side, it must be 50 miles - all the twinkling lights as far as Shimoda, even the cars going up and over Hakone. In the summer we can't see any of it, they're lost in the haze - but they are all still there nonetheless, even if we can't see them. And there's another little lesson, a reminder. You may not think about someone for a while, but then something happens, and you are reminded of their constant presence.

I was also thinking about how we learn about each other - how we think we might know someone, but then something happens and we are taken by surprise by their reaction, for better or worse. We learn about ourselves in the same way - we only find out how courageous we are, for example, when we are pushed into a situation that demands courage. Perhaps we find out how wise we are when we can distinguish between courage and foolishness.

That's another point that came to mind on my evening stroll - the complexity of life. We want to make it simple - enjoy the simple pleasures, keep it simple. Complexity might involve difficulty. But it seems to me that we have to work quite hard to keep our lives simple. Maybe if we think life is simple then we don't really understand what's going on!

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Folded

You are old now
How suddenly you got old

So often there's space to the left -
so much left unsaid,
undone

- a rare flow to the right,
ahead,

And every now and then,
arms folded

There is no gate
that you pass through
but there comes a time
or times
when you realise
you're on the other side

The Blinds (Cost of Living)

CGFC

Sometimes
I draw the blinds
when I don't want the world to see

the times when
I half-understand
the complex simplicities

What do you see
when the sun sets?
What is it that you see?

Is it freedom?
Is it knowledge?
Why don't you come down here to be with me?

FCGC

Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come down here
and be with me?

CGFC

Sometimes I wake up in the dark
and I wonder
I think about the little things you said

A new day dawns and like
the distant thunder
remind me who the man is in your bed

Sometimes
I draw the blinds
when I don't want the world to see

those times
when I half-understand
the complex reality

What do you see
when the sun sets?
What is it that you see?

Is it freedom?
Is it knowledge?
Why don't you come down here and be with me?

FCGC

Why don't you come?
Why don't you come?
Why don't you come
and be with me?

And you know,
you know you're giving
when you know
the cost of living

And you know
you know you're living
when you know
that you're giving

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Easy words

By the way

Did I say?


Rodin

Remembrance

We will remember

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/8354016.stm
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6N_tnsvmeAo&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HxZKa4NwGo

Channels


I am lucky to have love in my life -
I wonder can I channel some around me?
Kiss by Brancusi, 1907

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

On art and artists


"There is really no such thing as Art. There are only artists."

"... the beauty of a picture does not lie in the beauty of its subject-matter."

"Mickey Mouse does not look very much like a real mouse, yet people do not write indignant letters to the papers about the length of his tail."

"Children sometimes think that stars must be star-shaped, though naturally they are not."

"It is not easy to get rid of these preconceived ideas, but the artists who succeed best in doing so often produce the most exciting works. It is they who teach us to see in nature new beauties of whose existence we have never dreamt. If we follow them and learn from them, even a glance out of our own window may become a thrilling adventure."

Ernst Gombrich
The Story of Art
Enoshima at night
by Kawase Hasui

Back home

I just walked down the road for my evening shop -
on my left the ocean laps the soft sand in the dark -
on my right, from the light of an open window -
(it's a warm November night in mid-Japan)
an unknown someone tinkles the piano keys, alone -
practising her piece until her lover gets back home?

The eternal on the one side, the ephemeral on the other -
rhythm and melodies merge in a melancholic flood:
Now I'm walking up the track in the early evening sun -
the end of a day out working in the woods -
to the sound of my loved one, playing from within,
waiting for her man to come back home.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Blindness

He's blind, in a way, plays the guitar upside down, and sings like a goddam angel:

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Like an ancient anthem for us all to join in.
There is an immense reassurement in his voice - a voice that speaks for millenia of our common existence - one of the oldest human voices. He reminds us that the beauty of humanity will always come through, despite the hardships - and in the case of his people, the barbarianism - the barbarianism of the so-called civilized European whites. No matter how hard things get, the beauty within us will shine through - artists remind us of this constant presence within ourselves - the pull towards beauty.
Treaty

Friday, November 6, 2009

Near me


She writes at the end "You are always near me"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZo

I just looked around


Moms Mabley - "her version of "Abraham, Martin and John" hit #35 on the Billboard charts in the summer of 1969. At 75 years of age, Moms became the oldest person ever to have a US Top 40 hit." (wiki)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ge32xtm23rQ&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbnaaz75M4g&feature=related

The original is by Dion.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Home


Maybe you forgot what home is -
more than four walls - a box -
a beating heart quickens as you enter -
maybe you forgot

Human race


You got friends this side -
You got friends the other side -
They're your friends whatever side -
But you got to be strong

Long time coming


Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Jellyfish


Went about three miles out, looking for jellyfish.


We found a few.
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Photo by Hiro Takemoto, Captain of the Endeavour

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Friday, October 23, 2009

Fighting for Freedom

Nanking
Gaza
My Lai
Belsen

Auschwitz
Kandahar
Leningrad
Dresden

Hiroshima
Nagasaki
Amritsar
The Somme

Ruanda
The Blitz
The gun
The bomb

Mary's dress waves

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqiPy99yTCo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfzov0Cq90o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HxZKa4NwGo
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z7O9AK2sfYs
Interesting how he can't really talk about the song, because the song says so much more, and so much more eloquently - the man's a true poet.
24.

Figures

An Einsatzgruppe D member about to shoot a Jew kneeling at a mass grave in Vinnitsa, Ukrainian SSR, Soviet Union, in 1942. The photograph is inscribed: The last Jew in Vinnitsa.

(Wiki)



An estimated 1,000,000 Jews were killed in the Ukraine in WWII.

An estimated 26.6 million Soviets were killed in total.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=518XP8prwZo

1945 was not so long ago - I was born 15 years later. And not so long ago, my kids used to 'kill Germans' in the park.

Wonder who they'd kill now.

Balance
















One wonders why the BBC gives a racist homophobe primetime TV space in order to 'maintain balance', but refused to broadcast the Gaza Appeal on the basis of 'raising impartiality'


http://action.hopenothate.org.uk/index.php/content/home/suit

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E21MdXe3BOQ

Friday, October 16, 2009

Open your arms

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=owmrpWyTdxQ

Late

But I could find my way home

Desert islands

This is probably my all-time number one song - if Kirsty Laing took me down to the wire

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AJnFv38z1rY&feature=fvw

It's the band I would have loved to have played in - bass, guitar, drums, vocals - no frills, pure rock and roll.

What am I saying?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2bGUeDnqPY

But then I need a dance, down the beach

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kM7C_yNlC

so and then..


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkTQUtx818w

Mates

Human beings are an amazing species - what's he doing here? Trying to attract a mate, like a peacock? Trying to prove his worth?

Can't help thinking that human life occasionally transcends the mundane.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o5TRBQ_arZo&feature=related

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

10

No end to it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zvq9-sFC6a8

9

Wow - when I first hit this girl she was around 3,000 - now 8 million and climbing

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lqSKVv6YO8g

8

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d88xIIRDI9U

but there are so many more

7

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5QZioxCg20I

Number 6

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=geVL-csTISk

Record Number 5

The musical box - Peter Gabriel, with Phil Collins on drums

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AFBY4dvoISc&feature=related

Record Number Four

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HxZKa4NwGo

Record Number Three

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYPSZiE0OAs

Desert Island Disc 2

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VWMmolrId_4

Desert Islands

Was listening to Desert Island Discs today - such nostalgia when that theme music starts up, and you know how you do - the discs the castaway chooses seem trite, and you start making your own list...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jzqMJWlKMsY

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

All things to me


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3gAgP-LG0cQ

Touched by the smile on her face, that says so much - the hope, trust, longing, the giving, the receiving.

The power we have as individuals - we can touch.

'A good life, not a long one'
(Damien Hirst)

Monday, October 12, 2009

The Girl Within


They paint their pretty faces
and show off subtle skin
in certain chosen places -
but what of the girl within?


http://yumikikuchi.blogspot.com/
http://911.globalpeace.jp/

Friday, October 9, 2009

She's gone

These quiet still moments of peace
when you spend more time than you need,
preparing, spreading, smoothing the sheets,
folding fresh towels - to be clean

I spoke yesterday about Yeats
and the love of his life - Maud Gonne
He asked her in vain again and again
Though she loved him more than some

'How selfish can you get!' the old man said
Yeats, not Gonne - to not let her go
to leave the life she half-wanted -
Love's not everything you know
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Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.



W B Yeats

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Typhoon

The hatches are battened, but the boat’s gone
The road’s flooded and blocked
Drain’s suck and manholes spew
The warm wind whips bottles and branches
Scattered skimming through the streets

The sea's let loose a raging giant
Thrashing thin breakwaters with careless contempt
Three-storey waves crash over beach houses
I'm soaked in my tracks, my trousers drenched
And my socks are full of sand

Feelings about bringing my baby son back home, as a young adult -
and should add my behaviour - was I idiotic to try to save Sakuma's son's house - 2 people died after all. Was I an idiot to then check out the boat - and quite get myself drowned? But I couldn't stay inside - I wanted, had to, needed to do something - I had to be alive - I couldn't just sit back inside and watch it all happen later on TV - above all I wanted to be part of this - no-one could say 'Where were you?'

The Beast



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Staggering green waves roar like thunder,
spraying salt-sequined showers in the Sun -
Pulsing like heartbeats from the dark deep.

Ecstatic small children squeal in delight -
'Daddy, can't we stay a bit longer?
Can’t we please? Let’s not go home!’

While unexpectedly fast, predatory foam
Licks at their quick back-pedalling feet,
Chasing up the beach to their smiling Mum -

And the sea seethes back, taking its breath.
A tsunami went over the horizon last night -
This savage same sea hit Samoa and Tonga,

where, satiated, she dragged them under.
The tranquil life-giver can turn from the good
to an indiscriminate bringer of death.
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Over the bar

Crossing the bar (Tennyson)

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcTyIaYLQqo&feature=PlayList&p=10A77F15B24E6F9F&index=13&playnext=2&playnext_from=PL

I spent my teenage years,
and later a full-grown man,
messing about in boats in Salcombe,
south Devon, the South Hams.

Where the river finally hits the sea,
there's a sand bar across the bay -
at low tide less than a human height.
Crossed it more times than I can say -

Hundreds, maybe more, in small boats,
with friends, brothers, or alone.
We went mackerel fishing in the evening sun
- one night came home with 60 or so -

Or was it 80?
And sold them round the park for 10p each.
With our father.

Years later we poured his ashes over the bar.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Autumn Equinox
















The world turns
As the ferries glide
Through the fragile night

Kids on the beach
Throw cheap fireworks
And the young girls scream in delight

Their hand-held thrills
Passing for touch
And the boy turns his back to the light

Sunday, September 27, 2009

For your lover







Just popped into an exhibition down the beach of the life's work of Henri Riviere (1864 - 1951), a Frenchman inspired by the likes of Hiroshige to produce woodblock prints of various aspects of France (and other things). Never came to Japan.
La Tour en Construction, number 32 of Les 36 Vues de la Tour Eiffel, after the 36 views of Mount Fuji series by Hokusai, and Hiroshige.
L'enfant prodigue.
Claires de lune.
Richard Hawley - For your lover

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Trampled Rose

Long way going to
Get my medicine
Sky's the autumn grey of a lonely wren

Piano from a window played
Gone tomorrow, gone yesterday

I found it in the street
At first I did not see
Lying at my feet
A trampled rose

Passing the hat in church
It never stops going round

You never pay just once
To get the job done

What I done to you,
I know you've done to me
So what happened to the trampled rose?

In the muddy streets
With the fireworks and the leaves

A blind man with a cup I asked
"Would you play 'Kisses Sweeter Than Wine'?"

I know that rose
Just like I know my name
The one I gave my love,
I swear it was the same
Now I find it in the street,
A trampled rose


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KHxmr3vZlAk&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y7a85yBt4Wk

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EGWUt0wgHg0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuHlMn1scAI&feature=PlayList&p=47216A5369233AA1&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=6



Tom Waits



Through bushes and through briars
I lately took my way
All for to hear the small bird sing
And the lambs to skip and play

I overheard my own true love
His voice did sound so clear
Long time I have been waiting for
The coming of my dear

Sometimes I am uneasy
And troubled in my mind
Sometimes I think I’ll go to my love
And tell to him my mind

But if I should go to my love
My love he will say nay
If I show to him my boldness
He’ll ne’er love me again

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Anshu

Home as the light fades -

Your opened white flowers
welcome me

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Orwellian future

"Rather than viewing the wars of the past decade - against Yugoslavia, Afghanistan and Iraq - and the concomitant expansion of U.S. and NATO military presence inside all three countries and in several others on their peripheries as an unrelated series of events, the trend must be seen for what it is: A consistent and calculated strategy of employing each successive war zone as a launching pad for new aggression.

The Pentagon has major military bases in Kosovo, in Afghanistan and in Iraq that it never intends to abandon. The U.S. and its NATO allies have bases in Bulgaria, Romania, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Uzbekistan, Kuwait, Bahrain (where the U.S. Navy's 5th Fleet is headquartered) and other nations in the vicinity of the last ten years' wars which can be used for the next ten - or twenty or thirty - years' conflicts."

http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=15239

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Sisters

"Sachiko sensed that much of her sister's love for Osaka was in fact love for the house, and, for all her amusement at these old-fashioned ways, she felt a twinge of pain herself - she would no longer be able to go back to the old family house. She had often enough joined Yukiko and Taeko in complaining about it - surely there was no darker and more unhygienic house in the world, and they could not understand what made her sister live there, and they felt thoroughly depressed after three days there, and so on - and yet a deep undefinable sorrow came over Sachiko at the news. To lose the Osaka house would be to lose her very roots".

From The Makioka Sisters, by Junichiro Tanizaki.

Badgers











I am in Shikoku, the smallest and perhaps least 'developed' of the four main islands of Japan. About to cycle off to the end of the Yashima peninsula to where I discovered a lovely little sandy beach yesterday, from where I can sit and look across to the passing ships and the various islands dotted around the Inland Sea, including Ogijima, which is where, according to legend, Momotaro (a boy born from a peach) defeated some devil or other. At the highest point of the Yashima peninsula is a shrine (number 84 of the 88 that form a circular pilgrimage route of the whole island - a 3-month hike). This shrine is dedicated to a 1000-handed kannon of mercy, and a badger. There are large stone badgers and the tourist shops are full of happy dancing badgers with straw hats. Next to the shrine there is a large marble plaque with the following inscription:

"In the old days when the grand priest Kobo opened the 88 pilgrimage temples on Shikoku, he lost his way in foggy Yashima and met an old man wearing a straw rain coat, who guided him to the peak of mountain. It is believed that the old man was the figure of the Yashima tasaburo's badger's metamorphosis. The Yashima tasaburo badger is noted for being one of 3 badgers in Japan, together with the danzaburo badger of Sado island and the shibaemon badger of Awaji island. It was the messenger of the Senju kannon or the thousand-handed kannon found in the main hall, enshrined preciously because he did a lot of goodness as the tutelary god and was respected as the general head of badgers in Shikoku. The legendary skill of the sophisticated metamorphosis stood unchallenged throughout Japan. The Yashima tasaburo badger was also considered to be a monogamist and is respected as a god of peaceful families, marriages and the restaurant business. Believers who wish to have babies and good luck visit the Yashima tasaburo badger from all over Japan."

You couldn't make it up. It really is extraordinary what piffle we are capable of believing, as long as enough other people around us are convinced, and we are desperate to believe in something, anything that gives us hope. Anything to avoid looking at the truth - ie. in this case, a monk met an old man who showed him the way.

"The legendary skill of the sophisticated metamorphosis stood unchallenged throughout Japan" - how could anyone possibly hope to compete with a 1000-handed god pretending to be a badger pretending to be an old man? Even if he was a monogamist. And compete for what? Being god of the restaurant business? Would that include cafes? Or would there be an opening there for a separate god I wonder? A 12-nosed caterpillar god with 3 arms pretending to be a flying walrus impersonating a barber shop quartet perhaps?

At the foot of the mountain is a museum of sorts, consisting of houses, agricultural in the main part, dating back to Meiji and beyond (19th century), which have been dismantled and rebuilt here - a paper-making hut (washi), where thin mulberry branches were first steamed for hours, then the bark was stripped off and the white inside beaten to a pulp, laid out, dried and Bob's your uncle. A soya factory with its great wooden vats the size of a small room. A sugar cane mill, driven by an ox going round in circles all day. A water wheel. Oddly, a British Victorian (VR) pillar box and telephone box, and some lighthouse keepers' cottages, the sturdiest structures there, built by British engineers, reflecting the importance (to the British) of protecting their ships in the 'opening up' of Japan.

July 4th, Independence Day, 1945, between 02.56 and 04.42, 116 US B29 bombers dropped 809 tons of incendiary bombs on this city, destroying 18,505 buildings (16,103 homes) - 80% of the urban area. Remarkably only 1,359 people were killed and 1,034 wounded. This was one of over 800 such raids on Japan.

I walked up the mountain through the woods, but when I got to the top found that a wide road had been built round the back, bringing coachloads of tourists - hobbling high-heeled girls with fake suntanned boyfriends. There is an aquarium up there. I watched from the road as the Bay City Rollers' 'Saturday' (a great karaoke favourite here) blares out. I can see two grey seals swimming round and round interminably the edge of a small transparent-walled pool, and a large turtle. I walk away in disgust as 'Saturday' starts up again - evidently also on an interminable loop.

Right - time to get the bike out ...

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

My home is in the human race

How many lives can one man live?
How we long for the bonds of attachment
We cling to hope like limpets to a rock
Battered by a sea of random indifference

How easily we accept love
How willingly we throw our hearts open
to the whim of passing strangers
though we know the solid pain

We live a layered myriad of lives
One floats to the surface and then another
Through the flickering shoal we see what we can
and catch a glimpse of the fleeting soul within

A constant maybe, a might have been, a could be one day
living only in this one, this space
peering into and from this face
these faces surround us, these eyes

on the train to Hiratsuka this Tuesday morning
September 8th 2009

The frog in the dark well
waiting for the cold echoing drip
to ripple through his film
gulping while his thin webbed feet
paddle the depths below


http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=15147

Monday, September 7, 2009

The roots of a tree cast no shadow

Touched down yesterday from my mountain home

Now I'm back by the sea

You wonder where you're going, and just where you belong

Take a long look back at where you've been

(A,E)






Heard some wise words on the plane





http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HC5Tjq2Faks





"If you want to know where you're going, you got to know where you've been"





(Bluesman on Scorsese's film)





"The world is a tragedy to those who feel,


but a comedy to those who think"





(Walpole)





Discuss.

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Other

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xns67AVkOeI&feature=related

Nothing is new under the sun

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQqq3e03EBQ

Written in 1948 about 1948, with reference to 1984, .. well - it's here - it arrived a long time ago

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xns67AVkOeI&feature=related

The Foes of Mankind (Axis of Evil)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0y5CSywIOw&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLSmj9G0cE0&feature=related

There will be a sad day comin’
For the foes of all mankind
They must answer to the people
And it’s troubling their mind

Everybody who must fear them
Will rejoice on that great day
When the powers of dictators
Shall be taken all away



CHORUS:

There’ll be smoke on the water
On the land and the sea
When our Army and Navy overtakes the enemy
There’ll be smoke on the mountains
Where the Heathen Gods stay
And the sun that is risin’
Will go down on that day

For there is a great destroyer
Made of fire and flesh and steel
Rollin’ toward the foes of freedom
They’ll go down beneath its wheels

There’ll be nothing left but vultures
To inhabit all that land
When our modern ships and bombers
Make a graveyard of Japan

CHORUS
Hirohito ‘long with Hitler
Will be ridin’ on a rail
Mussolini’ll beg for mercy
As a leader he has failed

But there’ll be no time for pity
When the Screamin’ Eagle flies
That will be the end of Axis
They must answer with their lives


This was sung by the same guy:
Satisfied Mind (By Rhodes & Hayes, 1955)
How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money, I could do things my way?"
Little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.
.
Once I was winning in fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for to get a start in life's game
Suddenly it happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
.
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind
.
When my life is ended, my time has run out
My trials and my loved ones, I'll leave them no doubt
But one thing's for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
.
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
..

SWEET are the thoughts that savor of content;
The quiet mind is richer than a crown;
Sweet are the nights in careless slumber spent;
The poor estate scorns Fortune's angry frown.
.

Such sweet content, such minds, such sleep, such bliss,
Beggars enjoy, when princes oft do miss.
The homely house that harbors quiet rest;
The cottage that affords no pride nor care;
.

The mean that 'grees with country music best;
The sweet consort of mirth and music's fare;
Obscure life sets down a type of bliss:
A mind content both crown and kingdom is.
.

Robert Greene
1560 - 1592
.
.
.

Pomp and Circumstance

Went to an unusual concert the other day, that included among other things 'Land of Hope and Glory' in Japanese.

More offbeat news:

http://www.theelders.org/

http://www.ae911truth.org/info/64

http://www.globalresearch.ca/index.php?context=va&aid=14503

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=THYgeETrkPs&feature=related


Morning at Takamatsu by Kawase Hasui