Neo: I know you’re out there. I can feel you now. I know that you’re afraid… you’re afraid of us. You’re afraid of change. I don’t know the future. I didn’t come here to tell you how this is going to end. I came here to tell you how it’s going to begin. I’m going to hang up this phone, and then I’m going to show these people what you don’t want them to see. I’m going to show them a world without you. A world without rules and controls, without borders or boundaries. A world where anything is possible. Where we go from there is a choice I leave to you.
‘It was the summer that men first walked on the moon. I was very young back then, but did not believe there would ever be a future. I wanted to live dangerously, to push myself as far as I could go, and then see what happened when I got there.’
‘It was the summer that men first walked on the moon.’
NY Summer 1969
I never been to NY, I just read about it in novels or watched movies or… read Mangas.
I love Moon Palace forever
I remember my teenage,
when I found the book “Moon Palace” at the book shop in Shinsaibashi Osaka.
NY 1969
somewhere “It’s already gone”
RIP Paul Auster
I didn’t know but when I was writing about opening line of “Moon Palace” by Paul Auster… it was 30 April midday in Osaka Japan…? so he might be already or…(I just read the news about his pass)
Moon Palace is the name of Chinese restaurant near Colombia uni.( it’s already gone.)
I wanted to go but Moon Palace is already gone…
いま語れ
時間は終わりに近づいている
(…and I found out that Auster was alive when I was thinking about “Moon Palace”…
EVENING it was…
I didn’t know
somebody who I kept reading since my teenage
“will” DIE…
and how I feel when author died…)
Ten o’clock. The sun came out from behind the rain. The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles
People die twice.First, death of the body. Second, fade away from our memories… But my father never die twice…. THANK YOU DAD! On the day my father fly away to next world, the sky was SO BLUE.
秋の、野の花が咲き乱れる野原を「花野」（はなの）といい、花野を散策して短歌や俳句を詠むことが、古来より行われていた。
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The autumn field, where wildflowers bloom, is called ‘Hanano’ (flower field), and since early times people would walk around the field and compose Tanka (poems of 31 syllables) or Haiku (poems of 17 syllables)
(this part : translate by somebody not me!)
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、、、らしい！
秋だけでなく「春」もね！
“since early times people would walk around the field and compose Tanka”
古来より行われてきた
散策して「短歌を詠む」ということ
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短歌は
ポエムより
考える必要あるみたい！
I needed to “think”!
when I compose TANKA (compare to writing poem… coz I need to think about 57577!)
ポエムは
ただ出てくることも多い
sometimes Poem just came to me!
短歌は
57577
だから
「何文字か！」
数えながら(、、、ここ！考えるとこ笑！)
最初から
季語は
落椿って決まってた
OCHITUBAKI
this is the first line (I already got KIGO seasonal words! )… then…
Listen in Spatial Audio on Apple Music → music.apple.com/gb/album/acros…
It’s one of the best lyrics I’ve written. In fact, it could be the best. It’s good poetry, or whatever you call it, without chewing it. See, the ones I like are the ones that stand as words without melody. They don’t have to have any melody, like a poem you can read them.
I was lying next to my first wife in bed, you know, and I was irritated. She must have been going on and on about something and she’d gone to sleep and I’d kept hearing these words over and over, flowing like an endless stream. I went downstairs and it turned into sort of a cosmic song rather than an irritated song, rather than a, ‘Why are you always mouthing off at me?’ or whatever, right?
But the words stand, luckily, by themselves. They were purely inspirational and were given to me as ‘boom!’ I don’t own it, you know; it came through like that. I don’t know where it came from, what meter it’s in, and I’ve sat down and looked at it and said, ‘Can I write another one with this meter?’
It’s so interesting: ‘Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup, they slither while they pass they slip away across the universe.’ Such an extraordinary meter and I can never repeat it! It’s not a matter of craftsmanship, it wrote itself. It drove me out of bed. I didn’t want to write it, I was just slightly irritable and I went downstairs and I couldn’t get to sleep until I put it on paper, and then I went to sleep.
It’s like being possessed, like a psychic or a medium. The thing has to go down. It won’t let you sleep, so you have to get up, make it into something, and then you’re allowed to sleep. That’s always in the middle of the bloody night, when you’re half awake or tired and your critical facilities are switched off.
ACROSS THE UNIVERSE.
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup
They slither while they pass
They slip away across the universe
Pools of sorrow waves of joy
Are drifting through my opened mind
Possessing and caressing me
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes
They call me on and on across the universe
Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box
They tumble blindly
As they make their way across the universe
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Sounds of laughter shades of life are ringing through my open ears
Inciting and inviting me
Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns
And calls me on and on
Across the universe
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Nothing’s gonna change my world
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Jai guru dev a ॐ
Jai guru dev a ॐ
神の手 (relaxmax’s hand ) :)
