Say ... what's going on in Japan these days? Is it fit for humans again? Or is some atomic Godzilla running a blitz play through millions of fleeing Japanese even as I write this? All this sour-smelling hoo-ha lately -- about elections and ugly hockey and burning coastal cities and blaming anarchists for all our bad behaviour, and hell, I've just completely lost track of what's going on over there in the land of the rising sun. In the meantime, however, I did get this wonderful Mogu Takahashi poster, which was sold as a fundraiser for the Red Cross. Hope it helped. Go Nippon!
People are always telling me that my work is too dark. So I've put up this sunnier story, but even it has a shadow, as its original publisher – a fine Atlantic Canadian literary magazine called the Gaspereau Review – is no longer in business. ---------------- It was a simple enough thing and that thing was simply this: Edmund Kelley was a gentleman. Of course his mom called him her 'little gentleman', as in 'Oh Edmund, you are my perfect little gentleman,' which did seem to hold to a certain logic that these type of things often follow, considering her affection for him and the fact that he was, after all, only ten years old. Still, Edmund himself was not particularly fond of the diminutive aspect of that title. Gentleman was enough; gentleman summed up the whole thing rather nicely, thank you. He was definitely a more refined version of your average child. He lived in a state of perpetual Sunday m
It is too quiet. It seems like we only hear anything if the end of the world is approaching. Happy Friday :)
ReplyDeleteSorry, I totally intend to send you a postcard back.
ReplyDeleteMy comment on your poster: はなが黒い。
i want that.
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