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Japonana Souk (Я знаю хороший ресторан…) - Part II 2008-02-25 15:00:00 [Continued from: Japonana Souk (Я знаю хороший ресторан…) - Part I]
Takeshi’s chewing his last sambousek when they walk in: four slender platinum-blonde females in ponytails and furs. Foreigners. Europeans? They look like models and he assumes they are, but when he sees the Japanese man in a business suit among them, he remembers where he [...]
Paramedic on the Loose 2008-02-15 15:00:00 Light says red, but stop means go…
it’s going to be close, but I bet I can take it.
As fast as I could, I was still too slow…
I didn’t want to cheat, but I thought I could fake it.
Don’t sucker for the bait, because the trap’s been set for you.
They make you wait on purpose so [...] Read more:Paramedic
, Loose
Japonana Souk (Я знаю хороший ресторан…) - Part I 2008-02-11 15:00:00 Yokohama, Kannai Station.
It’s Tuesday evening, and the rain’s coming down on again off again on again like it’s daring people to walk out in it.
Takeshi’s huddled in a corner of the north exit. The station clock reads 18:30. Dinner reservation’s in half an hour.
He waits for the next let up before running out into Odori [...]
A Few Lines After a Few (Too Many) Bottles of Wine 2008-02-07 15:00:00 I drink perfumed moonlight
and smoke liquorice beams
to go octopus sleep
and have tentacle dreams.
There I’m pinwheels galactic
sometimes rubber band spoons
catching tails by their comets
swimming black hole lagoons.
Drown inside oceans of star fall
singing those Milky Way blues
playing with planets for marbles
in my astronaut shoes.
I’m an alien rainbow
glimmering colours that rhyme
with a U.F.O. passing
in surround stereo time.
I get [...] Read more:Lines
, Bottles
Going Out of the Way to Get in the Way 2008-02-03 15:00:00 I remember when I first discovered William H. Whyte’s “Street Life Project” and subsequent books: The Social Life of Small Urban Spaces and City: Rediscovering the Center. Utterly fascinating and inspiring, his work helped me define my own observations and research into the human zoo.
And I’m reminded of him every time another somebody collides into [...] Read more:Going
Sinking Under Overtime and Mr. E. Queue 2008-01-29 15:00:00 Saturday morning, Shibuya 1-chome.
Kiyo digs his hands deeper into his pockets to protect them from the drizzle and cold. He isn’t hungover, but he might as well be; the problems with his company’s mail servers would drive anyone to drink themselves sick. Had to pull another all-nighter because they went off line again, doesn’t know [...] Read more:Queue
Indivisible Measure 2008-01-27 15:00:00 WISHky. WISHper. Trip tricks for free.
CapsEYEzed. RecLIEned. Going through the slooooooooow motions.
Smoke from my ink-stained fingertips. Dangling pen between my teeth.
In quicksand crumbled no-goods on the floor.
Felt better on my bad days, but this is Picasso.
The stars…
…I kiss them to move.
[THEY’RE LICKED SIT HE’S DONE]
Sometimes the outside around myself,
eggshell fractures and paint chip flakes.
An electric [...] Read more:Measure
Mr. Inatightandprivy 2008-01-23 15:00:00 Tanaka has a problem.
He’s just received a call from his boss. Emergency. Needs to reedit yesterday’s video, right now, and have it delivered within the hour.
Tanaka’s got his laptop and the files on him, sure, but the laptop’s battery went dead only minutes ago. Ordinarily, he’d hunt around for an outlet to leech. Thing is, [...]
Glasgow in the Dark 2008-01-21 07:00:00 Never “How are you?”
Always “How dare you!” they screamed.
Deadline.
My hands wanted to, fingers curled - bent out of shape;
bumped off in the mind.
Indeterminate position, needing something I could sink my digits into.
Close. No longer me. End destructible.
Slip your guess and it may fit, but you can’t chance it anywhere.
So call in your favours, save up [...] Read more:Glasgow
Phoneaneapho 2008-01-19 15:00:00 Toss a Frisbee satellite
and I become that blip
on the screen
on the scene
on the bend
it drops my stomach in the end.
They’re tracking me…
Laughing at the mechanism
people-dodging fools
in the way
in the fray
in the dark
the homeless freezing in the park.
They’re watching me…
Sucking on a melancholy lollipop, I am
staring at a lorry where it don’t belong.
Like the policeman pulling [...]
Ms. Manga Kissatenderness 2008-01-15 15:00:00 Riding the Tōyoko-sen the other night reminded me of something that happened years ago…
Naka-Meguro. Some local artists (including myself) have just finished a show and want to celebrate, but between the five of us there isn’t enough money for a proper pub crawl. Solution: we hit a konbini and stock up on as much beer, [...] Read more:Manga
Miss Opportunitease 2008-01-13 23:00:00 Don’t come around here as much as I used to…
Pleasantly drunk. On my way home. Getting off the Hanzōmon-sen, making my way to the Tōyoko-sen.
Up the steps and just past the JR ticket machines when I hear my name.
I’m scanning the crowd for a familiar face, but at Shibuya Station on a Saturday night -with [...]
Mr. Wednesday Morningenuous 2008-01-09 23:00:00 6:00 a.m. train to Yokohama. Anticipating Mr. Wednesday
Morningenuous’ return to his at least weekly routine:
Board at Ofuna station
Walk from one end of the car to the other (both hands in pockets, shoulders forward, head down)
Stand right shoulder to door, pause, right hand brush off left arm (twice)
Bend down to wipe clean bright white looks-new-but-aren’t-anymore [...]
Running Into Out of Time 2008-01-07 23:00:00 So this morning I’m off to Tokyo, eager to get to and get over with my first appointment of 2008. The train’s unusually empty considering the new year holiday is officially over. Just after half-past ten; I’m staring blankly out the window across me. About fifteen minutes into the ride, somewhere between Ofuna and Totsuka [...]
Vacant 2008-01-03 15:00:00 When you’ve nothing else to hide
when you’ve nothing more to see
paint’s scratched off
shine worn thin
dented, rusted specimen.
Nothing moves
nothing gives.
A leaking pipe in a crumbling wall.
A spoke contorted out of shape.
A skeleton of some dead umbrella,
flesh all withered, blown away.
All your words you’ve said before
all your stories have grown old.
Where once were reasons now just blame
where [...]
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