Remembering Myself, Travestying Time…and Phonying towards Perfection



A Haiku – by Buson

On the temple bell

perching and sleeping—

a butterfly

—BUSON, Yosa


A Haiku – by Onitsura

The trout leaps up—

and below him in a stream

clouds float by

—ONITSURA, Uejima (1661-1738)

A Haiku – by Kyoshi

The snake flees—

but the eyes that peered at me

remain in the weeds

—KYOSHI, Takahama

A Haiku – by Chigetsu

A grasshopper

chirps in the sleeve

of the scarecrow

—CHIGETSU, Kawai (1634-1718)

A Haiku – by Issa

Seeing that I’m old

even the mosquito whispers

closer to my ear

— Kobayashi ISSA

“Haiku 01- Basho”

The winter storm
hides in the bamboo
and becomes silent


On *Five Centimeters Per Second*


A film so beautiful, poignant, sad and nostalgic, you wonder why you didn’t watch it sooner.

This is NOT sarcasm. Never before has this blog seen anything approved or positively reviewed, so you might wonder; this wasn’t merely due to happenstance, but because there is nothing to be said about a film or book that you really like. It just is. There are Takahata and Miyazaki anime that fare better than this one, of course, and films like The Tale of the Princess Kaguya (2013), My Neighbors the Yamadas (1999), Grave of the Fireflies (1988), My Neighbor Totoro (1988), and Whisper of the Heart (1995) are a class par excellence.

Five Centimeters Per Second (Dir. Makoto Shinkai, 2007) is not brilliant or mesmerizing, being one of those coming-of-age stories, but it still captures the terrors of adolescence/childhood, the fears, the crippling sadness, the bittersweetness of love, and the pittedness of small human life against a torrent of colossal waves of time, the world, the future. Continue reading “On *Five Centimeters Per Second*”

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