Less then you might

E-karatsu,  an old Japanese folk kiln


This is a contemporary small plate by Maruta Munehiki, I use them on New Year’s Day when I have variety of small “nibbling treats,” sake and Japanese movies.


You might see this when  you wonder down a residential Tokyo street—narrow, parking, bikes. concrete brick walls, poles and wires, sky scrappers,— you know you are in Tokyo.


How do Tokyo people feel?


I’ll say it again, How do Tokyo people feel?


Life is  less bothersome when you have something to do all day . . .


but there is no escape from going home.


Don’t be confused, even though I made these images in public, the people are not models, they are doing whatever they are doing and whatever feelings you have about them or the images, it is your feeling about  the color, texture, gesture, line, shape ,composition, of the image and nothing to do with the person. They are phake & reel in the same space.

When dreams seam together while countries unseam

“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”


Why are so many people all around the world fleeing their “home” countries? Perhaps we should first ask what is being measured here, are there really more people fleeing their home countries than there were before? or did we just not notice them before? And before when? ten years ago, 200 years ago, 2000 years ago?


While it may seem to the people fleeing their own country of origin that their life would be better in another country, to  those in the destination country it feels like an unjustified criminal invasion.


Yet for over 200 years the words of The United States of America, while more hope and goal than reality, those words written on the Statute of Liberty, have given meaning to people all over the world.


Exodus is a book found in both the Jewish and Christian bibles, its not a new story,


for thousands of years people have moved around the earth, without judging good or bad, or weighing the effects, can you get there from here?


One might ask what does it mean to be a good human being? Another might answer Does a dog have Buddha-Nature?


Unseamingly I do not no.




Dog days go on

Tsukiji, the famous Tokyo fish market, first time to visit was 1977 ,here I am 72 years old, 1977 does not seem so long ago or faraway yet when I was in the 7th grade, 1957, WWII was a far away unimaginable history,


The little carts dashing and dodging around this area overflowing with fish sellers, fish buyers and tourists fishing for something to do, its a little metaphor for Tokyo, everywhere, day and night  people are delivering  things, and here  it was the gestures and facial expressions of the drivers that seemed interesting,




Trains at Ochanomizu, wonder what it would be like to live  alongside this river, noise! noise! noise!everywhere the sound of people moving around,


Inside the metro car with earphones its quiet, moving or phoning


a little farm in Chofuchofu2852_24%ppi100B800

Strangers on the street, they meet at a same  place, are they are waiting for the light to change or, because they are doing the same thing,  is this collusion?  Collusion maybe, may be outside the eye and inside the mind of the beholder.


Nonconjury or zen muddlemindlessness

You might wonder or you might knot, why this chaos emanating from the political knonsensical less than  whatsical is doing— putin has one wish, to disgrace and humiliate the USA on the  whole world stage, payback for what happened to the USSR, and thank you Regan and Republicans for rubbing salt in the  wounds of Russia inflaming the forces of the Treaty of Versailles


James Joyce’s Finnegans Wake, the book you cannot “read” inside your head, you have to speak it out like telling a story—its the telling and not the reading,,,

But the spoil of hesitants, the spell of hesitancy. His atake is it ashe, tittery taw tatterytail, hasitense humponadimply, heyheyheyhey a winceywencky.
James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

 The first sentence at the start of  the book is a the second half of the last sentence at the end of the book. One ice thing about the books you can read for decades, and you do need even need a book mark, just open it up and start reading, aloud of course, and when you are done close it, and repeat whenever you want. Unless of course you want to figure out the plot??? but that would be  to earn a PhD ,its more fun to just open it  and read on a whimsey.


Father / son kiseto shuki,  tokkuri/guinomi respectively.


Or you may be be inclined to mix up the Bard with the Buddha…


But I am too busy  listening to you to worry about the problems of others,


or making selfishies of my shadow, still I think the profile makes me look more.


The old Fort Hill , Roxbury on the boundary  line with Jamaica Plain, the Lyman family used to or perhaps still does, live there, this would be early on morning circa 1970forthill10.10.04_800

Things I see on the street, people put paint on the street, often that is their job, painting yellow stripes on the curb, no parking  during delivery hours, and nature makes  it into art …


or  omething patiently waiting for me to leave…


When many people think of Japanese food, they think of  sushi, fugu, Ramen, or you might be sophisticated  enough  to know the difference between soba and udon, I, its about me now, like the street food, takoyaki, okonomiyake, oden, and this looks delicious


But don’t let it get you down however you like it is fine,,


Dog day memoiries

Some images from the past,


When what seemed like fun was fun


though at the time were  just passing time


The older we got the more Augusts passed by without swimming


Ok, to some its might have seemed  boring…


The same  daily routine, the same chores, the same faces, the same old nothing new


but we just wake up in the morning and do it again.