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November 03, 2005
THE FIFTY EIGHTH POEM
am morgen war japan klaram mittag sehr hektisch
dann war ich verloren und so alt wie ein tempel
ploetzlich blonder kitsch
kyoto streets. i walk the whole day. 6 hours non-stop through kyoto. first time in japan i feel complete. the temple and the high speed. the city puls and the smell of insence. satisfy my preconception of japan.
finally. i always thought. that would be japan. temple and spiritual alltag mixed with technology alarm.
after half a day ... i suddenly feel odd. in the city. like i dont belong here. i sneak through the quiet streets and spy in the backsides of houses. to catch the kyoto flow.
投稿者 agf : November 3, 2005 11:21 PM