Fat was this lord, he stood in goodly case. His bulging eyes he rolled about, and hot They gleamed and red, like fire beneath a pot; His boots were soft; his horse of great estate. Now certainly he was a … Continue reading
How to survive Tokyo’s subway sandwich – CNN.com.
When the first dawn came Like a cigarette in the rain Heard the thunder miles away Didn’t think that it would work out this way The storm came and it rained all night Randy Crawford, Cigarette in the Rain I … Continue reading
Strong in the Rain by Kenji Miyazawa translation by Roger Pulvers Strong in the rain Strong in the wind Strong against the summer heat and snow He is healthy and robust Free from desire He never loses his temper Nor … Continue reading
Sometimes a word will start it, like Hands and feet, sun and gloves. The way Is fraught with danger, you say, and I Notice the word “fraught”…. John Ashbery, Variant Lawn as white as driven snow, Cyprus black as … Continue reading
Exhibition｜The Japan Folk Crafts Museum http://www.japantimes.co.jp/text/fa20120927a3.html http://www.mingeikan.or.jp/english/info/ .
Novelist Murakami Weighs In On Japan Territorial Rows – Japan Real Time – WSJ. I wrote about Haruki Murakami and running here. illustration: Haruki Murakami by Fellowsisters
Scultz: I always thought of you as an Aryan. The Barber: I’m a vegetarian. Charlie Chaplin, The Great Dictator Strolling, I yammered metaphysics with Abramowitz, a jaundice-yellow (“it’s really tan”) and fly-weight pacifist, so vegetarian, he wore rope shoes … Continue reading
Down the rabbit hole: Depression in the Premier League – CNN.com. Wow. This is a very cool article. It’s by a professional footballer – a soccer player. It’s very well-written. A pleasure to read. The last thing I read about football … Continue reading
I, a virgin, can make my frank boast that I communicate to no mortal man my secret counsels except to such as I have chosen on account of their taciturnity; then, if these secrets are later discovered, I know … Continue reading
I live alone, wounded by iron, Struck by a sword, tired of battle-work, Weary of blades. Often I see war, Fight a fearsome foe. I crave no comfort, That safety might come to me out of the war-strife Before … Continue reading
I mount the steps and ring the bell, turning Wearily, as one would turn to nod good-bye to Rochefoucauld, If the street were time and he at the end of the street T S Eliot, The Boston Evening Transcript It … Continue reading