autumn tactics » poetry http://ichigoichie.org/blog Japanese weblog of an expatriate American raver Tue, 31 Jan 2012 12:49:15 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 The outer rim http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim-2 http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim-2#comments Mon, 08 Aug 2011 14:59:51 +0000 rusty http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim-2 Music has a purpose than runs so deep you couldn’t dig it out with a thousand shovels.  It leaves marks on your heart so deep you couldn’t scrub them off with a thousand brushes.  It can be your companion, or your teacher; your drug or your daily bread.  You can alienate those all around you, or bring them together tighter than spun gold.  The music can create is well as destroy, die on the radio or live forever in the hearts of the believers.

What will you have it do with you?

]]> http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim-2/feed 0 The outer rim http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim#comments Mon, 08 Aug 2011 12:49:38 +0000 rusty http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim Music has a purpose than runs so deep you couldn’t dig it out with a thousand shovels.  It leaves marks on your heart so deep you couldn’t scrub them off with a thousand brushes.  It can be your companion, or your teacher; your drug or your daily bread.  You can alienate those all around you, or bring them together tighter than spun gold.  The music can create is well as destroy, die on the radio or live forever in the hearts of the believers.

What will you have it do with you?

]]> http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/08/08/the-outer-rim/feed 0 Portable synsthesia http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/07/22/portable-synsthesia http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/07/22/portable-synsthesia#comments Thu, 21 Jul 2011 16:06:34 +0000 rusty http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2011/07/22/portable-synsthesia Electrons, light, sound, current.  Time and power flow like a river, through the ageless forest and branching into streams of my consciousness.  The beat unheard but felt in the wind.  A source long rooted, the branches that sprout through my mossy dreams.

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Riding on a zephyr, under the full moon, my star is rising.

]]> http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2010/10/21/rising-star/feed 0 cold, small drum http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2010/04/04/cold-small-drum http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2010/04/04/cold-small-drum#comments Sun, 04 Apr 2010 07:36:19 +0000 rusty http://ichigoichie.org/blog/?p=1192

Soft behind the ears is my scent.
One glimpse of a familiar face drives me to drink.
Drink in the manner to remember the pain,
and to intensify it.

Now just a long, slow, ride for soil on a Sunday.
Tea, incense and an old jacket.
Soon forgotten.

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Menthol cigarettes, chianti reserva, Miles Davis and sandalwood.

Sometimes life slows down, whether you really want it to or not. Maybe because you need it to. Maybe because that’s all you can take.

I rode my bicycle home, slowly, and took a shower. I rinsed out the cans in the sink and put on an undershirt. I slouched down into the sofa and got my deal handed to me straight by a Chinese girl. I’m attractive between my forehead and my mouth. I’m quiet.

I sat down at my desk and thought about modality, I sat down at my desk and thought about ego.

Why don’t I get a girlfriend? I cook sometimes, with spices. In China big televisions are cheap, but in Japan life is good. Work is good, the city is good. Lots of things are good.

The scales are blue and in a ten-measure cycle. My life is blue and in some kind of cycle.

Life is kind of blue.

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Abandon your manmade shells and slide into the twilight– naked, alive as you were first born and radiant as the gods intended.

Welcome the softly loving night.

]]> http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2009/09/22/twilight/feed 0 Rally roll wonder fix and fly http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2009/09/22/rally-roll-wonder-fix-and-fly http://ichigoichie.org/blog/2009/09/22/rally-roll-wonder-fix-and-fly#comments Tue, 22 Sep 2009 10:00:29 +0000 rusty http://ichigoichie.org/blog/?p=1066 Does something tribal call inside of you? Not as men and women but as boys and girls and something deeper than that. Like the fire that keeps you transfixed with drunken awe, some sort of primal power sits on your eyelids and jerks at your knees. Colors fall and repeat, noise rattles off of aluminum and quakes through mud. So stop and start relaizing those emotions rooted deep under the topsoil of your soul. This is the time to break free the soft flesh of youth inside of the yesterday you.

Lantern slep fall my heart,
skin splits open and breaks apart.
From inside another you,
moving back to whence it grew.

私は私の中にあります。どうやら一人に居る？
何を探してるを思いつかない。

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They were sitting
They were sitting on the strawberry swing
Every moment was so precious

They were sitting
They were talking under strawberry swing
Everybody was for fighting
Wouldn’t wanna waste a thing

Cold, cold water bring me round
Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Cold, cold water what ya say?
When it’s such…
It’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day

I remember
We were walking up to strawberry swing
I can’t wait until the morning
Wouldn’t wanna change a thing

People moving all the time
Inside a perfectly straight line
Don’t you wanna curve away?
When it’s such…
It’s such a perfect day
It’s such a perfect day

Now the sky could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time

Could be blue,
Could be grey
Without you I’m just miles away

Could be blue
I don’t mind
Without you it’s a waste of time
– Coldplay

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To do everything… with purpose and gravity.

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