A nomadic moment in Tokyo

An old friend, who prefers to remain anonymous, sent me this poem. It’s an idyll catalyzed by his wanderings around Tokyo. It’s a bit of everything picturesque. The smell of rosemary in a very urban setting provokes a whole scenario in a flash.

Wake up and smell the rosemary
Japanese cinema 1960s
Gins bergs howl
San Francisco 1967
Poets
So it’s a beat girl
And a flower child
Who meet and fall in love with Japanese movies
They scheme to get out of san fran
And take a boat to japan
And arrive
And end up working in a rice shop
They work
Gi to the movies
They fall in love with 2 Japanese poets
They open up a restyarant
And serve fondue in an old shogun shack
It’s called Rosemarys.
The O collection this season is what we found in
Elizabeth and Rosemarys closet.
A rosemary laden time capsule.
All of the things that they wore discovered made and cherished.
Even down to Tokishiros flower strewn beret worn in an
Anti war protest in Tokyo .
A collection of love and happiness.
And poetry

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One thought on “A nomadic moment in Tokyo

  1. I love it! Japan was the most amazingly weird place I have ever been. Totally worth the 21 hour solo flight around the world and $4,000 credit card debt that took almost a year to pay off (I underestimated the value of the yen vs. the U.S. dollar- oops). I just wrote an entry of some of my favorite things about Japan last summer. Here is the link if you want to check it out:

    http://caseykurlander.wordpress.com/2012/05/22/if-you-happen-to-be-going-to-japan/

    Thanks!
    Casey

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