Monday, January 02, 2006

In Shades

Blue truck crawls down the street in low gear. A loudspeaker emits that familiar nighttime winter sing-song recorded voice, "Yaki Imo!" A dog trots alongside, moving faster than the truck itself. In the distance, Daisen looms. All day, its base had matched the color of the sky, merely teasing with a glimpse of the snowy peak, hanging supernaturally above the city. As the evening sky went through its usual array of hues, the mountain's blue shape once again exhibited its timeless solidity.

On the turntable: Albert Ayler, Ghosts"
On the nighttable: Michael Raposa, "Meditation and the Martial Arts"

1 comment:

-c said...

Beatutiful. I felt like I was back in the Nog for a leap second.