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The things we keep
Oct. 29th, 2009 06:19 pmbirds fly to their nests
Do you know where you're going?
Light years to come home
This is one of many small poems in a tiny, handmade booklet I have. The poems are hand printed and photocopied. I've had this for a year and a half.
I got in when my third job in Japan fell through and I was in the rush of a new job hunt. I'd broken up, once more, with Wataguy and was reeling. One night I met up with my tattoo artist for an indian dinner, and as I waited at Hachiko
From Mar. 10th, 2008 at 10:36 AM, I blogged here
A Japanese man with near flawless English (slightly European sounding)
came to talk to me. I tried to blow him off, thinking it was simply
"talk to the foreigner" stuff. He gave me a collection of his
photocopied haikus and asked for money because he's homeless, and I
gave him some. I don't usually give cash, but in Japan I am rarely hit
up for it. He was pleasant to talk to and I found that being asked for
cash bothers me less than having someone who just wants to waste my
time making painful English small talk with the foreigner. The
mini-book of haikus wasn't half bad either. I figured I could use some
good karma, although in the scheme of things I know 8USD of karma
isn't much.
Other poems include:
Suddenly dozing
In my uncertain shelter
Build all by myself
and
A torrential rain
Pushing man into a pub
To keep him drinking
On the back is written
Copyright by Hideo Asano 2005
http://www.writerasano.blogspot.com/
He still blogs...and once lived in Christchurch.
Do you know where you're going?
Light years to come home
This is one of many small poems in a tiny, handmade booklet I have. The poems are hand printed and photocopied. I've had this for a year and a half.
I got in when my third job in Japan fell through and I was in the rush of a new job hunt. I'd broken up, once more, with Wataguy and was reeling. One night I met up with my tattoo artist for an indian dinner, and as I waited at Hachiko
From Mar. 10th, 2008 at 10:36 AM, I blogged here
A Japanese man with near flawless English (slightly European sounding)
came to talk to me. I tried to blow him off, thinking it was simply
"talk to the foreigner" stuff. He gave me a collection of his
photocopied haikus and asked for money because he's homeless, and I
gave him some. I don't usually give cash, but in Japan I am rarely hit
up for it. He was pleasant to talk to and I found that being asked for
cash bothers me less than having someone who just wants to waste my
time making painful English small talk with the foreigner. The
mini-book of haikus wasn't half bad either. I figured I could use some
good karma, although in the scheme of things I know 8USD of karma
isn't much.
Other poems include:
Suddenly dozing
In my uncertain shelter
Build all by myself
and
A torrential rain
Pushing man into a pub
To keep him drinking
On the back is written
Copyright by Hideo Asano 2005
http://www.writerasano.blogspot.com/
He still blogs...and once lived in Christchurch.
