dharma food

Taiyoji Temple by _foam © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

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

moonlight and rain

Entre les gouttes et les arcades by Fred | Gilderic Photography © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

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


kyudo glove by yepyep © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

  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

murakami on japan territorial rows | wsj

Haruki Murakami by Fellowsisters © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

  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


a good sandwich by Shannalee © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

  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

secret transmission

matsutake mushroom by Daisuke Matsumura © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

  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

weary of blades | a riddle

anglo saxon armoury still life HDR by LHG Creative Photography © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

  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

turning kaiten sushi dreams

Sushi Zanmai by George Reed © 2012 niall. All rights reserved.

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