Nightime and raining in Akihabara screens shout at nobody in particular and songs play on in endless short loops, Yodobashi, yodobashi, even here up seven floors in a narrow corridor stacked with bins of diodes, capacitors, secret parts foreign as the writing on the wall– signs here have no meaning for us– we enter if the door is open, and stare, entranced, as small things start to move, or dance, or wait for us to […]
Recently arrived, wide-eyed and awake well past midnight, dyssynchronous– the ginko here has turned to gold rain plastering leaves to cold windows– it was quite warm still in Tokyo, and mostly green with neon evenings and the unbelievable lightness of being always in transit, mostly uncomprehending, empty as a mouth hanging open in surprise at some novelty, beauty requiring no formal translation, the now familiar clatter of bells at the shrine, claps and bows and […]
OPTIONAL POETRY 