The 12,000,000
I'm depressed, haunted by melancholy that does not have a reflection nor cast a shadow. 12,000,000 people live here in Tokyo. I know I'm not alone. Others must feel the way I do. Tokyo May 26, 1976 1 P.M.
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A Short Study in Gone
When dreams wake life ends. Then dreams are gone. Life is gone. Tokyo May 26, 1976
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A Mystery Story of Dashiell Hammett a la Mode
Every time I leave my hotel room here in Tokyo I do the same four things: I make sure I have my passport my notebook a pen and my English— Japanese dictionary.…
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Strawberry Haiku
. . . . . . . . . . . . The twelve red berries Tokyo May 22, 1976
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Dreams are like the [the]
Dreams are like the [the] wind. They blow by. The small ones are breezes, but they go by, too. Tokyo May 20 or 26, 1976
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Homage to the Japanese Haiku Poet Issa
Drunk in a Japanese bar I'm OK Tokyo May 18, 1976
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Japan
Japan begins and ends with Japan. Nobody else knows the story. . . . Japanese dust in the Milky Way. Tokyo May 18, 1976
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Pachinko Samurai
I feel wonderful, exhilarated, child-like, perfect. I just won two cans of crab meat* and a locomotive** What more could anyone ask for on May 18, 1976 in Tokyo? I played the game of pachinko / vertical pinball / My blade was sharp. *real **toy
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Romance
I just spent fifteen seconds staring at a Japanese fly: my first. He was standing on a red brick in the Mitsui Building Plaza, enjoying the sun.…
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Japanese Model
Tall, slender dressed in black perfect features Egyptianesque She is the shadow of another planet being photographed in a totally white room Her face never changes her page-boy hair looks as if it were cut from black surgical jade…
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Kites
A warm Sunday afternoon rainy 4 o'clock back street Ginza is closed. Thousands of napping bars, their signs are like brightly-colored kites. Wound ball-like narrow streets and lanes are string.…
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The Hillary Express
I just ordered my first meal curry and rice all by myself in a Japanese restaurant. What a triumph! I feel like an infant taking its first faltering step. Watch out Mount Everest! Tokyo May 16, 1976
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Cat in Shinjuku
A brown cat lies in front of a Chinese restaurant in a very narrow lane in Shinjuku.* The window of the restaurant is filled with plastic models of Chinese food that look good enough to eat. The afternoon sun is pleasantly warm. The cat is enjoying it.…
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Japanese Children
I just spent the last half-an-hour watching a Japanese children's program on television There are millions of us here in Tokyo. We know what we like. Tokyo May 14, 1976
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Crow
This morning I was wondering when I would see my first bird in Japan I was betting my mental money on a sparrow when I heard a rooster crowing from a backyard in the Shibuya District of Tokyo and that took care of that. Tokyo…
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Kitty Hawk Kimonos
Watching Japanese television, two young women in kimonos are standing beside a biplane. That's right: an old timey airplane. A man is interviewing them. They are having a very animated and happy conversation.…
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My Insect Funeral, Part 9
When I was a child I had a graveyard where I buried insects and dead birds under a rose tree. I would bury the insects in tin foil and match boxes. I would bury the birds in pieces of red cloth. It was all very sad and I would cry as I scooped the dirt into their small graves…
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Insane Asylum, Part 8
Baudelaire went to the insane asylum disguised as a psychiatrist. He stayed there for two months and when he left, the insane asylum loved him so much that it followed him all over California, and Baudelaire laughed when the insane asylum rubbed itself up against his leg like a…
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A Baseball Game, Part 7
Baudelaire went to a baseball game and bought a hot dog and lit up a pipe of opium. The New York Yankees were playing the Detroit Tigers. In the fourth inning and angel committed suicide by jumping off a low cloud. The angel landed on second base, causing the whole infield…
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Salvador Dali, Part 6
"Are you or aren't you going to eat your soup, you bloody old cloud merchant?" Jeanne Duval shouted, hitting Baudelaire on the back as he sat daydreaming out the window. Baudelaire was startled. Then he laughed like hell, waving his spoon in the air like a wand changing the room…
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