How gorgeous was Paris toward the end of September
Each night became a vine whose leaves
Spread brightness over the city above
Ripe stars nibbled by the drunken birds
Of my fame awaited dawn’s harvest
One day the horses will live in the saloons
and the enraged ants
will throw themselves on the yellow skies
that take refuge in the
eyes of cows.
It is all connected with the tea ceremony and therefore with Zen. He lives in his own Japan, our friend. What do you think of it?”
“It doesn’t really mean much to me,” said Inni. “Strange wisdoms from the Far East being sold to the unhappy Western middle classes. But I daresay it’s better than heroin.”
Thank you, thank you indeed. Here’s a celebration post for the occasion.
It’s great to be generating some interest, I promise to keep evolving, the plans are made just the time hasn’t came yet.
But for now, let’s do art!
…and all of a sudden I’m alone with a charming woman and we’re talking a blue streak sitting cross-legged facing each other on the floor in a litter of books and bottles.