Haruki Murakami: Jazz Messenger
In the midst of writing college essays, I recently remembered this one by the author Haruki Murakami that someone introduced to me a year ago. It first appeared in the New York Times on July 2007. It’s a typical example of the way he takes simple words and drops them in just the right places read more.. A Cordial Gathering
Snooze Don’t be long
There is a song
Where you belong
Where sleep is strong
Satiated.
Cruise we cruise along
we sing our song
we steal the glee
we are free
Unfetteredly.
Two Worlds on a Single Plane
The World I See…
Ad Profundum In the place where all communication breaks down, where words get twisted into pieces, and thoughts turn dull-grey, uninspiring, withered; that’s where I am. Trapped in a bottle, a toy ship. My fingertips just barely escape the blown glass neck before they get jammed.
I’m here.
Stuck with thoughts that, at a time, held some great urgency; read more..
Interrogation
Hotplate
VagabondsCall us vagabonds
With our trashbags on
Iprov ponchos fly
In autumn winds
Our lives begin
Tonight
Krypton floods
Like laser guns
Illuminate the night
The Walmart lot
Is being shot
All bright
Its merchandise
Builds paradise
For the suburbanite.
The hearts of
loneliness
and blight!
But we vagabonds
With our trashbags on
Smile wide
We’ve left alone
the parking cones
of life
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