crashed,
and I have moved to
.
now it's on.
Ciao!
Best,
kh
Monday, December 17, 2012
Sunday, November 27, 2011
november rain
just randomly the Ate of writing came to me in a flash for such a day that I just am working on everything left undone on this chilly but beautiful sunday when people are off.shit i'm on, sucker.
to me it feels like every month but Novemeber, this particular month was something special and magically ran away real quick you know. like a speed of light. bitch, life is sartorial.
surprisingly all the sudden with just tiny two paragraphes I typed above, that strong Ate of writing appeared a minute before just left and now i am facing nothing that i want to speak about and for. But I fuckin logged into this and now all the blank space is calling me to get into and type onto. ha, this type of joke reminded me of the experince i had with some poetry reading. like Robert Frost. When I read his works, especially for some greater pieces, oh i forgot the title...Nothing Gold Can Stay, no, not that one...ah, The Road No Taken! Found it. Good.So When I read the piece, it always curse me to start my writing or to start just about anything creative and critical, and then when i start that (or try starting that), the poem, technically speaking, the imagery of the poem (or the message? i dont give a fuck) stick in my head and it takes all my grediences of creativeness away from me and i feel like nothing. empty time flies so quick and then realizes it's been a half hour already since the first letter I punched onto this usefull/less keyboard.
but wait a goddamn second i wrote kinda long. like this long. didn't you think this is like a life? like yours and mine and ours?. just another life living. you know it always goes like this random as we all know. crazy, but true, right. so we got no worries to keep alive and keep going forward or sometimes backwards, ha let's just then get tangled up in blue everyone. this was a message for you. thank you. good byes, farewell every single ones.
to me it feels like every month but Novemeber, this particular month was something special and magically ran away real quick you know. like a speed of light. bitch, life is sartorial.
surprisingly all the sudden with just tiny two paragraphes I typed above, that strong Ate of writing appeared a minute before just left and now i am facing nothing that i want to speak about and for. But I fuckin logged into this and now all the blank space is calling me to get into and type onto. ha, this type of joke reminded me of the experince i had with some poetry reading. like Robert Frost. When I read his works, especially for some greater pieces, oh i forgot the title...Nothing Gold Can Stay, no, not that one...ah, The Road No Taken! Found it. Good.So When I read the piece, it always curse me to start my writing or to start just about anything creative and critical, and then when i start that (or try starting that), the poem, technically speaking, the imagery of the poem (or the message? i dont give a fuck) stick in my head and it takes all my grediences of creativeness away from me and i feel like nothing. empty time flies so quick and then realizes it's been a half hour already since the first letter I punched onto this usefull/less keyboard.
but wait a goddamn second i wrote kinda long. like this long. didn't you think this is like a life? like yours and mine and ours?. just another life living. you know it always goes like this random as we all know. crazy, but true, right. so we got no worries to keep alive and keep going forward or sometimes backwards, ha let's just then get tangled up in blue everyone. this was a message for you. thank you. good byes, farewell every single ones.
Friday, October 7, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
autumn 2.0; after deep deliberation
スーパードライをコンビニで。電話。とりあえず今は無視。
「電話をかけた方が先に切るのは失礼」その通りかな。でもだから、
「電話を勝手にかけられてるわけだし、出れなくったって何も悪くないはず」
肌寒い。さっさと家路へ着く。
明日は何しよう、まずは貯まった洗濯をしよう、アメリカでも横断しようかな、でも自炊も始めないとな、そろそろ車も買わないと、まぁとにかく寝るか今夜は！疲れたしね。だね！
「電話をかけた方が先に切るのは失礼」その通りかな。でもだから、
「電話を勝手にかけられてるわけだし、出れなくったって何も悪くないはず」
肌寒い。さっさと家路へ着く。
明日は何しよう、まずは貯まった洗濯をしよう、アメリカでも横断しようかな、でも自炊も始めないとな、そろそろ車も買わないと、まぁとにかく寝るか今夜は！疲れたしね。だね！
autumn 1.5; after deep deliberation
夜10時。目が覚める。一枚何か着る。外へ出る。
電車へ乗って。とりあえずあてもなく上りの電車。目立つ空席。アルコールの匂い。
降りる。どっかで。そんで歩く。通りかかるあれやこれやを横目にただ歩く。「バンドやりてえなー。」
繁華街を越える。見上げる、ちょっとは星が綺麗に見える気がする。いろんなことをしっかりと思う。しっかりと考えてみる。
「The Concept」終了。
夜の散歩も疲れたし飽きたな。帰るか。だね。
電車へ乗って。とりあえずあてもなく上りの電車。目立つ空席。アルコールの匂い。
降りる。どっかで。そんで歩く。通りかかるあれやこれやを横目にただ歩く。「バンドやりてえなー。」
繁華街を越える。見上げる、ちょっとは星が綺麗に見える気がする。いろんなことをしっかりと思う。しっかりと考えてみる。
「The Concept」終了。
夜の散歩も疲れたし飽きたな。帰るか。だね。
autumn 1.0; after deep deliberation
すっかり秋っぽくなったから、はじまり。
日没も気づけば近くなった日曜日の午後。バスの最後部座席。少しだけ色づいた入道雲がとおくに。
行き先は内緒。ハッキリしないだけかもしれない。だからこれが今のサウンドトラック。何となく行き先も見えた。
そして日が暮れる。帰る。「Santo&Johny」全12曲終了。染み一つない天井。携帯が鳴る、から切る。そんで電気も消す。一日終り、おつかれさま。
日没も気づけば近くなった日曜日の午後。バスの最後部座席。少しだけ色づいた入道雲がとおくに。
行き先は内緒。ハッキリしないだけかもしれない。だからこれが今のサウンドトラック。何となく行き先も見えた。
そして日が暮れる。帰る。「Santo&Johny」全12曲終了。染み一つない天井。携帯が鳴る、から切る。そんで電気も消す。一日終り、おつかれさま。
Sunday, June 26, 2011
a wake up call through a highly humidified satellite. mind-blowin', everything, mind fuckin' breakin'.
28のとし。
何でもできるが、何もかも不確かなとし。
濃いめのLAVAZZAを飲んで、ゲランのベチバーを付けて外へ出る朝。
あっという間に日が暮れ、毎夜LAGAVULINのツマミを買い込み家路に着く夜。
それを365日くらい繰り返すと、年を取る。
今もこれからもまたその途中。
いつ下車しようか、最近それが近くなっている感じがする。
気のせい？かも。
東名高速／富士山までの道程。
一瞬にして明確だった RUN という指令。
月の砂漠／伊豆大島。
何十年も前にジェット機が墜落。火山灰という砂漠の上に幾つもの墓。囲う霧。
いつでも死ねることを実感。
等々力渓谷／世田谷。
朝の木漏れ日。休みに限って早く起きる煩わしさに伴うちょっとした幸せ。
熊本市／通町筋駅。
歴史と現在が交差する街。自分より.8秒くらいすべてが遅い。
周南市／山口。
自民党の土地、工業地帯のブルーカラー都市。誰にも届かない2次災害の叫び。
どこか／東京。
明け方の散歩。猫。振り返り、睨む。
どこか２／東京。
ツイード？足？階段、女性？
We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long long time ago
Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Meherv! I love your work!!
okayama denim project.com
何でもできるが、何もかも不確かなとし。
濃いめのLAVAZZAを飲んで、ゲランのベチバーを付けて外へ出る朝。
あっという間に日が暮れ、毎夜LAGAVULINのツマミを買い込み家路に着く夜。
それを365日くらい繰り返すと、年を取る。
今もこれからもまたその途中。
いつ下車しようか、最近それが近くなっている感じがする。
気のせい？かも。
東名高速／富士山までの道程。
一瞬にして明確だった RUN という指令。
月の砂漠／伊豆大島。
何十年も前にジェット機が墜落。火山灰という砂漠の上に幾つもの墓。囲う霧。
いつでも死ねることを実感。
等々力渓谷／世田谷。
朝の木漏れ日。休みに限って早く起きる煩わしさに伴うちょっとした幸せ。
熊本市／通町筋駅。
歴史と現在が交差する街。自分より.8秒くらいすべてが遅い。
周南市／山口。
自民党の土地、工業地帯のブルーカラー都市。誰にも届かない2次災害の叫び。
どこか／東京。
明け方の散歩。猫。振り返り、睨む。
どこか２／東京。
ツイード？足？階段、女性？
We passed upon the stair, we spoke in was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend
Which came as a surprise, I spoke into his eyes
I thought you died alone, a long long time ago
Oh no, not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With The Man Who Sold The World
I laughed and shook his hand, and made my way back home
I searched for a foreign land, for years and years I roamed
I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills
I must have died alone, a long long time ago
Who knows? Not me
I never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Who knows? not me
We never lost control
You're face to face
With the Man who Sold the World
Meherv! I love your work!!
okayama denim project.com
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