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Great coffeetable books? Sometimes instead of scrolling the screen, we just want a comfortable couch, pop our feet up on a coffeetable and take one of these into our hands. Physically turning a page, I love that tactile sensation of a piece of paper we move with our own fingers, maybe rubbing the edges or sliding the the corner turning a page, unconscious and yet intentional. Making sure I didn’t skip a page is such a quiet nothing-to-it motion ho-hum act. Before the bound manuscripsts and print pages in ancient Japan, the educated unrolled the scroll of rice paper thus, the writing moved from top to bottom, from right to left. Probably it all began as a letter, a message from one educated to another educated – those who can read and write were select elites. Now most of us are literate – most of us are educated ? – or so we’d like to think and thank goodness – and reading is no longer exclusively by the elites or the holy. For the most part, I like to believe knowledges is now shared democratically, not monopolized by the few powerful.

Now, we embrace the screen; but there’s something about holding a physical book in your hands, having it on your lap … the sense of unfolding slowly taking place right in your hands. Don’t think it’s ever going to go out of style … but okay, maybe for the priviledged who can afford to give it the time and the most precious of all – that being – our attention.

Some coffeetable books are as nightstand books… intriguing, aren’t they?

The Creative Act: A Way of Being by Rick Rubin

The Big Book of Belonging by Thames & Hudson

Great Women Painters, Phaidon

Great Women Designers, Phaidon

My Tiny Atlas, Our World Through Your Eyes by Emily Nathan

The Monocle Book of Japan

How to Read the Wilderness by the Nature Study Guild

Atlas Obscura, An Explorer’s Guide to the World’s Hidden Wonders

by Joshua Foer, et al

Atlas of Improbable Places, A Journey to the World’s Most unusual Corners by Travis Elborough

Art – Facts Fasnicating Facts about Art, Artists, and the Art World

************ were the sampling offered **********

Where am I? A waiting room of sorts where waiting is no longer a pain.

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Summer 2024

An Ode to the Summer Stars

So bright you are

glorious abundant stars shower, a downpour across the night sky

Antares, angry red, the brightest star of Scorpion

Forever the target to Saggitarious’ steady arrow

Indus, where might you be, as

the Swan flys gracefully over the flow of milky way

Deneb, a first star shining its tail on a long necked swan

Andromeda, still a cursed captive,

Corona Borealis, still awaiting its king to adorn the crown

star speckels, comets, namesless particles of dust, shine upon us

such is the boundless beauty

I no longer desire jewels on this earth as

I have seen your beauty in our galaxy and beyond

this universe

Noriko Ibaragi (translated by K. Tsuyama, summer 2024)
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”June” by Noriko Ibaragi

June

Is there a beautiful village somewhere

where at the end of a day, dark foamy stout beer

resting the hoe against a wall, resting the basket

men and women raise their large jock

Is there a beautiful town somewhere

streets lined with edibile berries continue forever, smuding into a horizon of violet sunset skies

Gentle sounds of crowds of young people milling around, foam up the air to its very brim

Is there beautiful people and people power somewhere

Power of connection and delight in together living this now, this present moment, this same generation

sharing our rage that sharpen into furious power

Noriko Ibaragi

translated by K. Tsuyama, June 2024 in California:)

This poem by Noriko Ibaragi was first published June 21, 1956 on Asahi newspaper in Japan. She had just turned 30 that same month. I can sense her longings even though its generations ago in distant land and divergent culture … it’s a timeless. It’s timeless, that longing where we want to make a difference – we want to rebel – to be the changemaker for a better world while engulfed in anger. Rather than in gratitude for those who struggled to lead a path before us, we were furious. We were enraged. The poet was young. We were all young dreamers, whether drunk or sober.

That same longing is timeless.

And now I long to be back in that time…of earnest longings

to feel the strength of togetherness

when we felt that we had the power for a change.