Here we are. Yesterday, in a small Japanese style garden located two minutes on foot from Kokubunji station, I found my little mama wearing small white vest. How come I've been so sweet and happy lately--
Recently I got a question:
Is this life set just to read books, and books, and books, and book book book...till I get back to mu-thing?
Recently I got an opinion:
When you send an email you should at least write "Subject". When I reply to an email without Subject it's as if I'm sending an email without a Subject.
Sorry blogger for so long days off.
Other things and to-dos unable to retrieve splotched like Micronesia on a big map
On the wall of my room...howwow...supposedly or not is my work. The idea had come and stayed and insisted on being realized. What it would be like If I painted by luminous paint?
This is how it came into light
You purchase a blacklight no less than 40 total watt along with a black-light-sensitive paint, it may cost some $50. Before that you'd better to buy white foundation paint if the wall of your room is bumpy or not white; a perfect white is required to gain an optimal effect, and I hardly see a flawless flat white wall. See your room. It may be white but it may not be white enough as you can paint white blacklight-sensitive paint directly without divulging underlying design before turning on blacklight. So in any case you are best to cost $60 at minimum. After that, just do paint, with of course the blacklight on and all the normal light shutting off. Wait a sec. Please do not forget the foundation paint, so turn on the light anyway...I painted this from the sketch below. Rarely a person can paint out of memory. The case was that I just could not find other pictures at hand. Anything will do. The paint actually shines in the dark, anyways, on the brush, so no worry you can. Yes you can. The sun is shining probably, but to us animals and humans just the white suffices. All true and would-be and would-have-been (me) painters know it by heart and hands. This wall picture is shining but has no significant value than that. Basically, it's same as ones painted by black and white; and color nine out of ten is better than monotone. BECAUSE, I don't know...you need a reason, black and white require less than by color. But if your judgment could be a bit beyond and trochaic, don't forget to prepare old newspapers in case of droppings, it's your room. Seventh, If you have no talent of painting (as is me indeed though), I recommend try write words: poems you like, proses you are supposed to like but don't or do like..., or you're not sure about it? or random entries from Being and Time, anything. But ese, if it be without justly depressed mind or with no substantial anger, rest assured it would appear veneer'r than mine.
See, why should you do that?
I don't see why I had to paint on the wall, and not on canvas.
so far so good
next time I'll take a better picture
of my wall
The idea is from here,
there, and everywhere.
So ten books? I don't have so many.
This is for me the best Japanese picture book for children by Sasaki Maki. No one can read Japanese, so it seems in-category that the chances are who knows nobody's reading...indeed
The good point is that there's no plot besides...once a year hot chocolate sprouts out from the fissure of mountain rocks of a volcanic region, and people from the four corner of the world gather together for it.
"The Strange Tea Party" as the title says.
They invariably take on fancy vehicles to come and take chairs out here. Such as? Hmm...rather sweet those vehicles...ugh.
Other than that, nil. No plots, no lessons of moral, no spanking trashes from the authority side. I didn't attribute so much importance to this petite work in the past, and probably the thing is around the same that I'm assessing that way this day. But somehow this book's existence, "of no, totally of no importance"-ness--I cannot help notice--attracts me.
ii. The Poems of Emily Dickinson.
I know it's not suiting to the category--every one reads. Every one supposedly reads. But I know that, bluntly speaking, almost no one reads. At least...I think I can say...it's true. The background is my room. Needs to be tidied up in any case.
iii. Patric McGrath Asylum.
Again not in category. My excuse is that around here in Japan no one translates his works, and book stores in Japan is mostly nearly only Japanese books. Ya, mostly nearly only Japanese books indeed, and besides, a thirds of them is in many cases manga. "Could you please piss off mangas and GK Euro magazines from our national shelves? Can't you understand you JPN's publication industry is all together crazy?" The situation is, you go to one of the biggest book stores in Tokyo which deals with paperbacks, and hey there, the next capital step from Garcia...Marquez...yay, happens to be just a trash commercial writer. So if that's the way it is OK I can make a big trouble and go to the second biggest...to no avail. (Such things happen when you do not feel like to check out the creditability of your credit because of Garcia Marquez or William Treavor or John Cheaver or Primo Levi or Peter Matthiessen or ad infinitum that in effect means everybody who dares to constantly squeezes out from your ditchable purse and for the time being cannot have enough courage to make use of South American counterpart of Euphrates and Tigris...) Anyway, because of this my nationals who read McGrath may be a few hundreds or less. Serious.
A gorgeous work.
iv. Theodore W. Goossen The Oxford Book of Japanese Short Stories.
I didn't know Kawabata had a soul. The Izu Dancer in this rigorous collection opened my eye. Kawabata Yasunari no doubt had a harsh, unforgiving mind. The editor is quite a cognizant of Japanese writers--than I do of course. Goossen correctly chooses best ones from Yoshiyuki Junnosuke and Kojima Nobuo, without a single error (before an error the thing is that no other Japanese compilation includes Yoshiyuki...) Oe Kenzaburo's Prize Stock was also an unexpected eye opener. I have to say that I simply disliked his face and the way he spoke, from where the conclusion he may be typical [useless] Japanese writer...but fortunately it was not so.
At the left background of the picture slinkingly is done by my hands:->
Home grown. His close shot over there^^ Hope the html this time reflects the intention, though I have rather no intention...@
To return from digression:
v. Cindy Sherman The Complete Untitled Film Stills
I refer back to this picture book at times. A real gem. Made me pay forty something. You can "refer" to Sherman's pictures, just as well is to Jeff Wall. I have nothing to say. Again, no one seems to read this book. "I know that some of you do not understand." Pictures are a power that adults cannot handle yet is always half striving to be confident it's under control.
vi. Paul Wadden Days in the Ancient Capital
Truly nobody reads. Totally outlandish by fair color. It's not that "seems." Haiku in English. Interestingly, this 2/1.5 inches pocketable booklet really takes you to ancient times.
A disappearing snail,
the sea beyond
The Wadden's words accompanied with the drawings or vice verse...The scanned image on the top is from this tiny brochure.
Seen or unseen
of the plum
You lucky jawbreaker once opposed to see the world upside down,
I'm concerned of you again.
According to Chomsky, when and only when this "discrete infinity" from where our fundamental mathematical concept of infinity of the number derives, acts with a conceptual system (which might not confined to us humans) this entirely new dimension arise.
Speaking of language in general, it might necessarily be so I think.
Egyptian pyramid might as well be one of such romantic ostentation of this human ability.
It was not about culture nor civilization but more likely was about or was bound to the nature of our language.
"We now are on a different station."
And long way to go.
If I was Neil Young I don't know what should I do?
I don't know about the detail, though, that bailout (attempt) of the big 3 was televised even in Japan on the national wave...with an ironical touch. For me, it's nothing but one of those politico disenchanting--nothing related to my life. I cannot buy cars regardless of their size nor efficiency. Or before that I doubt Neil Young's really writing this article. It can be NYII or somebody like that, can't be? That the pic of Young in LincVolt may be dummy...
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