“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity…”

Sun Tzu

“The Art of War”


Almost 8 billion people on this earth and growing exponentially…

and still, practically nobody is listening or caring…about ANYTHING. At the current rate of human growth, it’s entirely likely that there will be 32 billion people on this planet within the next 50 years fighting in the miserable heat for dwindling resources. I’d like to be more optimistic, but I would be lying to you & myself…we’re doomed….


I am constantly contradicting myself and yet somehow, it still all makes sense.


Overtime is the fucking worst. My time is much more valuable than money. If I don’t have the time or energy to spend and enjoy my money, what is the goddamn point?!… to pay for my own funeral?


“This is the strangest life I’ve ever known…”

Jim Morrison




“It is all a lost cause; the victory is to avoid bitterness.”

Hunter S. Thompson


“The thought of these vast stacks of books would drive him mad: the more he read, the less he seemed to know — the greater the number of the books he read, the greater the immense uncountable number of those which he could never read would seem to be…. The thought that other books were waiting for him tore at his heart forever.”

Thomas Wolfe

“Of Time and the River”


I’ll turn this place into a one man riot…


train wreck


damage addict


sensory overload


secondhand jesus


“No story has a happy ending, unless you stop telling it before it’s over with…”

Orson Welles


“To me, a story can be both concrete and abstract, or a concrete story can hold abstractions. And abstractions are things that really can’t be said so well with words.”

David Lynch



“It’s all in the editing…”

Orson Welles


“Fuck you, you fuckin fuck!”

“Frank Booth”

(from David Lynch’s “Blue Velvet”)


“The way some people think is they think money, and all of their decisions are based on the fear of not making money. It’s not about anything else. Their jobs are at stake and they have to make money, and they think people won’t like this, we won’t have a hit, we won’t make money, and I’ll lose my job. It’s the wrong way to think, but that’s what happens.”

David Lynch

“Room to Dream”







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“We are like the spider. We weave our life and then move along in it. We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream. This is true for the entire universe.”

Brihadaranyaka Upanishad


“. . . a stone, a leaf, an unfound door; a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces.

Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth.

Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone?

O waste of lost, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this weary, unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When?

O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again…”

Thomas Wolfe

“Look Homeward, Angel”


“If you assume that there is no hope, then you guarantee that there will be no hope. If you assume that there is an instinct for freedom, that there are opportunities to change things, then there is a possibility that you can contribute to making a better world.”

Noam Chomsky


“If you wish to see the truth,

then hold no opinions.”

an old Zen koan


“Ideas are like fish. If you want to catch little fish, you can stay in the shallow water. But if you want to catch the big fish, you’ve got to go deeper. Down deep the fish are more powerful and more pure. They’re huge and abstract. And they’re very beautiful.”

David Lynch


“My only ornament

—my only rest,

the fight…”


“Don Quixote”


No one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public.”

“Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.”

“Every decent man is ashamed of the government he lives under.”

“Every normal man must be tempted, at times, to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin slitting throats.”

H.L. Mencken

(all of the above quotes)


“It kills the very brave and the very good and the very gentle indiscriminately. If you are none of these, it will kill you too. But there will be no special hurry.”

Ernest Hemingway


“To be nobody but yourself, in a world that is doing its best, night and day, to make you somebody else, means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight; and never stop fighting…”

E.E Cummings


“Nobody can save you but yourself. You will be put again and again into nearly impossible situations. They will attempt again and again to make you submit, quit and/or die quietly inside…and it will be easy enough to fail, but don’t, don’t, don’t. Just watch them. Listen to them. Do you want to be like that? A faceless, heartless, mindless being? Do you want to experience death before death? Nobody can save you but yourself and you’re worth saving. It’s a war not easily won but if anything is worth winning then this is it. Think about it. Think about saving yourself.”

Charles Bukowski


“I just sit in the hotel room and ring the bell for more beer. Life has improved immeasurably since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously.”

Hunter S. Thompson


“The question would seem to be: Is life so valuable that we should give up flirting with death in order to hang around? I’m not sure.”

Hunter S. Thompson











“I have a theory that you can make any sentence seem profound by writing the name of a dead philosopher at the end of it

⁃ Plato “


“Pain or love or danger makes you real again.”

Jack Kerouac





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parallel realities




free will



“Not Being


To Create


They Will



stand Art”

Charles Bukowski


“Overhead the albatross

hangs motionless upon the air

And deep beneath the rolling waves

in labyrinths of coral caves

The echo of a distant time

comes willowing across the sand

And everything is green and submarine….”

Pink Floyd


“the way to

whip life is

to quietly

frame the


study it

and put it

to sleep in



Charles Bukowski



“the most binding labor 


trying to make it

under a sanctified


similarity of intention

with others

marks the fool from the


you can learn this at


poolhall, racetrack, bar

university or


people run from rain but


in bathtubs full of


it is fairly dismal to know that

millions of people are worried about

the hydrogen bomb


they are already


they keep trying to make




and finally the Great Bartender will lean forward

white and pure and strong and mystic

to tell you that you’ve had


just when you feel like

you’re getting


Charles Bukowski


“They don’t realize that they’ve changed; they think it’s the world that changed.”

Ryu Murakami

“Coin Locker Babies”


“This is my simple religion. No need for temples. No need for complicated philosophy. Your own mind, your own heart is the temple. Your philosophy is simple kindness.”

Dalai Lama


“Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.”

Anne Frank


“The more real you get, the more unreal the world gets.”

John Lennon


I might be able to define myself as what you could call a hedonistic nihilist…


“Nobody will stop you from creating. Do it tonight. Do it tomorrow. That is the way to make your soul grow. The kick of creation is the act of creating, not anything that happens afterward. I would tell all of you watching this screen. Before you go to bed, write a four-line poem. Make it as good as you can. Don’t show it to anybody. Put it where nobody will find it. And you will discover that you have your reward.”

Kurt Vonnegut






Charles Bukowski


“I sense the world might be more dreamlike, metaphorical, and poetic than we currently believe… I wouldn’t be surprised if poetry… in the sense of a world filled with metaphor, rhyme, and recurring patterns, shapes and designs…is how the world works. The world isn’t logical, it’s a song.”

David Byrne


“Don’t talk unless you can improve the silence.”

Jorge Luis Borges


“It’s an irritating reality that many places and events defy description…seem to demand silence, like a love affair you can never talk about. For a while after, you fumble for words, trying vainly to assemble a private narrative, an explanation, a comfortable way to frame where you’ve been and what’s happened. In the end, you’re just happy you were there…with your eyes open…and lived to see it.”

Anthony Bourdain


“There is a time for departure even when there is no certain place to go…”

Tennessee Williams


“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature than an actual person.”

Frank Kafka


“To me, the main thing about living on this planet is to know who the hell you are and be real about it. That’s the reason I’m still alive.”

Keith Richards



by THB3

it’s almost a poem,

but not quite, not really…

sometimes words fail me,

it’s quite often they fail us all

it seems to me that everything

has already been said,

a million, no, a billion,

even trillions of different ways,

recycled endlessly

across the millennia

when language fails us,

how do we explain those

sublime feelings that burn

way down deep in the heart

etched into our bones,

woven like a spiderweb

into the very fabric

of our souls?

what to say?

what to do?

only the wail of a distant siren,

a strong spring wind,

the song of a night bird

in the darkness…

only these things

give me any

kind of answer,

and a vague one, at that …

that is why there is no more to say here,

nothing else to be done,

simply embrace the silence and the void….


Tokyo, Japan






It’s quite often that I’m racked with that special kind of FUCK THE WORLD feeling, but I’ll still take you out to lunch for a nice, friendly conversation…



a series of notes, prose-poems,

stories, bits of play & dialog

Aphorisms, epigrams, essays

Poems? Sure”

“I think the interview is the new art form. I think the self-interview is the essence of creativity.  Asking yourself questions and trying to find answers. The writer is just answering a series of unuttered questions.”

“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.”

Jim Morrison



“ The universe is a cruel, uncaring void. The key to being happy isn’t a search for meaning. It’s just to keep yourself busy with unimportant nonsense, and eventually, you’ll be dead.”

“What’s great about Los Angeles is nobody cares where you’re from or who you are. It’s a superficial town where you can worry about stupid shit like keeping your pool clean and what kind of artisanal nuts to put on your fucking salad.”



“Actually, there ARE two kinds of people in this world: those who believe there are two kinds of people in this world and those who are smart enough to know better.”

Tom Robbins

“Still Life With Woodpecker”


My new social & antisocial media accounts & emails will be under the name HAMBONE FAKENAMINGTON

….also, sometimes it’s just plain fun to see the expression on someone’s face when you call them HAMBONE for no good reason…


“What matters is the idea,

not the camera.”

Man Ray


“Take the red pill & you stay in Wonderland, and I show you just how deep the rabbit hole goes.”

“The Matrix”



SoCal Soul 1/23 to 1/30, 2018


If somebody is telling you a long and rambling story and you want to get them to put a cork in it, try this out and see if it works for you too…

Interrupt them rudely and say,

“ I’m sorry but does this story involve crack? Because if it doesn’t begin AND end with crack, i’m not interested. I mean this story’s going nowhere, man…”

It really works, my friends.  All the people concerned usually get a good laugh out of it. And it’s truly amusing to see how easily some people are offended…


The green chronic herb is legal now in California! Always remember…KUSHASHIMA.


Dave and I talked about the acquisition of riches, and how you need to focus and be singleminded in purpose,

and Polston says,

“Ehhh, I quit halfway through Monopoly…”

That just about sums it up…


“ We live in an era when rich people are skinny and poor people are fat.”

Joe Rogan


Tom “ you know when you start getting older and feeling all those pains you just got to fight through it and take the pain.”

Dave “ that’s all we can do Chuck Wagon.”


“You know how people say ‘you’re all right in my book.’ Well, I actually have a book and everyone I meet goes in it…”

Quentin Tarantino

“Death Proof”


Venice Beach – saw Pink, Anthony Kiedis and a woodpecker getting chased by a falcon….


Venice Beach at sunset saw a fucking drone…


It’s my next to last sunset on Venice Beach and I notice that Venice Beach has both the very best and the very worst the world has to offer …. so many people getting along ,dancing , laughing  …AND so many scumbags spun out  of their heads on drugs …it’s truly mind-boggling…

Aside from this paradox it truly is an amazing place at sunset and I suspect it will be for many years to come…. i’m going to miss it…

Sunday and Monday , the last two days of my homecoming to Los Angeles… it is fire season! offshore Santa Ana winds…. it is hot!

Skateboards only….A Sign you’ll see only in California…

I let this random woman in the back gate here at the Oakwood. I was hanging around there only because I was doing laundry. Then she stands there staring at me with this nervous confused look on her face. I thought I had a crazy one on my hands and I couldn’t figure out what to do and then it occurred to me… I said, “ you’re meeting somebody aren’t you ? you think I’m somebody else…”

She thought I was messing with her or I didn’t want to date her but I told her she had the wrong guy. That’s what happens when you go on Internet dates and you don’t even have any idea what the person looks like. I finally shook her off when the other guy came outside… almost a full moon, I see…

The biggest thing I notice when I come back to California after a long absence is the way everybody of all races and religions and colors comes together at the beach chasing that golden dream, the one of family and friends and sunshine and palm trees and screaming blue sky and wide open vast ocean. Don’t get me wrong because in Japan they chase the dream too but Californians are just so damn good at it…


As I sit here in the wind up bird alley having a beer and a smoke before my last LA sunset, for now anyway, I am reminded of the amazing diversity of bird life in the LA basin…magic…


My whole week in California I did not have one single fall on my skateboard. This board and I have been a long way together from long journeys in Tokyo to riding around Venice & Santa Monica relentlessly all week… I say this as I am cleaning the wheels and packing the skateboard back into my suitcase for my trip home tomorrow…


Last few hours… last few moments of deep memories and nostalgia. As the sun falls below the horizon & the sky turns a deep violet and indigo blue, I sit here filled with love and happiness, truly overwhelmed by my beautiful hometown which I’ve missed much more than I realized, until tonight…

Goodbye Los Angeles… I hope next time I see you I can still skateboard…



Oakwood, Marina del Rey/Venice, Los Angeles, California



February 11, 2018

Oyazawa Village, Koumi,

Nagano Prefecture

10:44 A.M.

Today is the day my Japanese father, Kaoru Nagashima, is finally laid in his final resting place. His ashes & bone fragments are interred beneath a gorgeous ebony-black marble gravestone with silver-inlaid Kanji and cherry blossoms.  We stand, Chiharu & I and the family, on a sunny hilltop at 3300 feet (1033 meters).

There is snow in some of the fields and a bamboo grove rustling nearby in a gentle morning breeze.  A Buddhist monk in his saffron robes chants softly with his prayer beads & sticks and bells. The air smells of mountain fresh air & incense. It feels close to some kind of heaven. Snow slides off nearby roofs in clumps in the morning sunlight. The soft wind hisses through the bamboo, birds chirping, the chanting, the dry croak of a crow, white puffy clouds pass across an endless blue sky, silence of nature, silence of the heart…

I am apart from the others, lost in my own thoughts. I can’t help thinking that in a hundred years, every single one of us at this funeral  ceremony, including the monk, will be long gone. And a hundred years after that, everyone that remembered or knew us will be gone as well. It will almost be as if we’d never existed at all…but we DID exist. We were here, and we lived the best that we could…

Goodbye & farewell, Kaoru-San; I will remember you as long as I am able…





In the face of the massive nuclear threat posed by North Korea and the United States and their maniacal and stupid presidents, the Doomsday Clock just ticked closer to midnight. We are nearer to self-annihilation than ever before. The question is, why do we even have a Doomsday Clock? Why does it even exist at all? Are we truly so sure and confident in our own mutually assured destruction? The answer is…yes, we are. It just goes to show you how stupid we are as humans, capable of so much more, yet the powers that be still plot and plan war and death to us all. It makes no sense, yet, it is what it is. It’s out of our hands now; we watch and we wait and we wonder when the bright flash of light will blind and extinguish all that we are & have been, and will leave behind nothing but smoking ruins and death and endless sorrow and a nuclear wind blowing across a desolate landscape of despair. I really hope I’m wrong, I really hope we find a way to work through this, but my hopeful optimism sinks lower day by day and I lose all faith in the intelligence of humans…Happy Valentine’s Day, motherfuckers…love & peace to one and all….ya goddamned idiots…



2 months later…

Well, we’re still here. Maybe I was wrong about all that. Maybe I was in a black mood that day. Maybe it was all media hype and disinformation. Or maybe a cruise missile is on a trajectory for Tokyo as I write this. It’s such a ridiculous world, I just don’t know anymore. Whatever, at least I’m enjoying the ride…


“The distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.”

Albert Einstein


“…the mantra,


make friends with change…”

Ram Dass

“Going Home”


“We take pictures to stop time, to commit moments to eternity…”

Kodachrome (movie)


There’s a Zen koan where a teacher holds a stick. He says to his student, “If you tell me this stick is real, I will beat you with it. If you tell me it is not real, I will beat you with it. If you say nothing, I will beat you with it.”

And so, the student reaches out, grabs the stick, and breaks it.

If a situation is untenable, you break that fucking stick.


“Be present. Make love. Make tea. Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation. Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed. Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth, and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create. Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain. Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes. Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely. Forgive quickly. Let go of what doesn’t make you happy. Grow.”

Paulo Coelho


“He not busy being born

is busy dying…”

Bob Dylan


“There has to be some pleasure in this job, and that’s it. To go around in disguise. To act a character. To pass oneself off as what one is not. To pretend. The sly and cunning masquerade.”

Philip Roth



The one month anniversary of my fucking 49th Birthday. A blistering hot summer day, screaming blue sky and a chance of afternoon thundershowers. Still a maniac after all these years- on one of my epic Tokyo bike rides. Apparently, I’m in Arakawa Ward,  and it’s all new turf to me, but in reality, I don’t even care where I am right now…


“Let me tell you something-happiness is bullshit. No art worth a damn was ever created out of happiness, I can tell you that much.

Ambition, narcissism, sex, rage…those are the engines that drive every great artist, every great man…a hole that can’t be filled.”

Kodachrome (movie)


“Context is everything. Dress me up and see. I’m a carnival barker, an auctioneer, a downtown performance artist, a speaker in tongues, a senator drunk on filibuster.  My mouth won’t quit, though mostly I whisper or subvocalize like I’m reading aloud, my Adam’s apple bobbing, jaw muscle beating like a miniature heart under my cheek, the noise suppressed, the words escaping silently, mere ghosts of themselves, husks empty of breath and tone.  In this diminished form the words rush out of the cornucopia of my brain to course over the surface of the world, tickling reality like fingers on piano keys. Caressing, nudging.  They’re an invisible army on a peacekeeping mission, a peaceable horde. They mean no harm. They placate, interpret, massage. Everywhere they’re smoothing down imperfections, putting hairs in place, putting ducks in a row, replacing divots. Counting and polishing the silver. Patting old ladies gently on the behind, eliciting a giggle. Only-here’s the rub-when they find too much perfection, when the surface is already buffed smooth, the ducks already orderly, the old ladies complacent, then my little army rebels, breaks into the stores. Reality needs a prick here and there, the carpet needs a flaw. My words begin plucking at threads nervously, seeking purchase, a weak point, a vulnerable ear.  That’s

when it comes, the urge to shout in the church, the nursery, the crowded movie house. It’s an itch at first. Inconsequential. But that itch is soon a torrent behind a straining dam. Noah’s flood. That itch is my whole life. Here it comes now. Cover your ears. Build an ark. I’ve got Tourette’s.

‘Eat me!’ I scream.”

Jonathan Lethem


“To be alive at all is to have scars.”

John Steinbeck





Where oh where does the time go?

Sometimes my life feels like

an express bullet train

headed for a single destination only-

meaningless oblivion

This is not a poem

this is a series of complaints

when we were young

in Southern California

it was sunshine and surf

and a screaming blue sky above

It was the definition of hedonism

living for the sole pleasure

of enjoyment and good times

But those days of wine and roses

are long gone now

This is not a poem

this is a lament

To age

to grow older

to have responsibilities

to understand your place

in the world

to feel the pressure

weighing down on you

like a thousand tons of bricks

This is the cold hard reality

of our daily lives

This is not a poem

this a tidal wave of memories

In my twenties

I continued to shirk my duties

to live free and reckless and wild

Even into my thirties

I just didn’t care

It all seemed so stupid

so pointless

so futile to fight

the madness of this ridiculous world

Like a fox in a henhouse

I took what I wanted with

no apologies

This is not a poem

this is a sad song

In my late forties now

How did I get here?

How did I survive the chaos?

I can scarcely answer that question

even when talking to myself

I’ve been many men over the years

I’ve lived a myriad of different lives

yet in all of them I feel I’ve been

an outsider

a rebel

a renegade

an outlaw

a maniac

a whirlwind

a man apart

For this I am glad

smug and self-satisfied

I’ve lived by my own rules

my own ever-changing principles

This is not a poem

it is a waking dream

Over the years

good times ebbed and flowed

women came and went

My heart has been filled

with boundless joy

inexhaustible enthusiasm

and an infinite sadness

The world continually

beats me down

but somehow I get right back up

and keep moving

This is not a poem

it is the wind in the trees

It really sucks getting older

watching yourself


wrinkles appearing

more gray hairs

fighting fat and laziness

To wake up feeling like

a walking corpse

bones and muscles aching

mind still in a dreamworld

To feel yourself falling apart

piece by piece

bit by bit

disintegrating into the dust

from whence we came

This is not a poem

it’s an elegy

a requiem

Despite all these things

conspiring to bring me down

I trudge through the whirlwind

with a grim smile etched

on my leathery old face

I’m an old warhorse

and I will not fall without a fight

I go through my days

in the best spirits I can

trying to find the humor

in everything

I squeeze the oranges into juice

the lemons into lemonade

I stomp upon the grapes

and make wine

I continue to LIVE the best I can

It’s a long hard road I walk

but I continue onward & upward

looking for satisfaction

for love

for happiness

for redemption

for meaning

that’s right


I keep going forward

almost 50

surely more than a midpoint in life

I keep walking into the sun

almost 50, it’s true

but still

way south of heaven


Tom Henry Brooks 3

Tokyo, Japan

June 21st, 2018






“Nothing is so difficult as not deceiving oneself.”

Ludwig Wittgenstein


“In my own country I am in a far-off land.”

“I die of thirst beside the fountain.”

Francois Villon


“I hope the exit is joyful

And I hope never to return-”

Frida Kahlo


“Sell crazy someplace else-

we’re all stocked up here…”

“As Good As It Gets”


“People need trouble-a little frustration to sharpen the spirit on, toughen it. Artists do; I don’t mean you need to live in a rat hole or gutter, but you have to learn fortitude, endurance. Only vegetables are happy.”

William Faulkner


Autumn Day

by Rainer Maria Rilke

“Lord: it is time.

The summer was immense.

Lay your shadow on the sundials,

and in the fields let the wind loose.

Bid the last fruits to be full;

give them two more southerly days,

urge them on to fulfillment

and drive the last sweetness

into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house

will build none.

Whoever is alone

will stay alone,

will wake, read, write long letters

and wander the alleys up and down restlessly, when the leaves are blowing…”

Rilke (1902)


“Hitherto shalt thou come, but no further…”

Job 38:11


“I wanted to give up the idea I had any control. Shake things up. TO BE SAVED BY CHAOS. To see if I could cope, I wanted to force myself to grow again. To explode my comfort zone.”

Chuck Palahniuk

“Invisible Monsters”


“As a young man, he’d been an idealist in a corrupt world. It was no surprise that he’d turned out equally as corrupt, just a new and different form of corrupt. That might be the best any generation could achieve: to pioneer its own brand of corruption.”

Chuck Palahniuk



“Never forget that the human race with technology is just like an alcoholic with a barrel of wine.”

Theodore Kaczynski

(“The Unabomber”)

{I can’t say I approved of his methods, but he was way ahead of his time…}


… was not chance that brought us together again. I am sure of that. These things are predestined. I have a theory that each life is like a pack of cards, and those we meet and sometimes love are shuffled with us. We find ourselves in the same suit, held by the hand of fate. The game is played, we are discarded, and pass on ⊛

Daphne du Maurier


“All men are doomed to spend most of their existence among the dead.”

Chuck Palahniuk


“The point is not to take the world’s opinion as a guiding star but to go one’s own way in life and work, unerringly, neither depressed by failure nor seduced by applause. I am banging my head against the walls, but the walls are giving way.”

Gustav Mahler


“I’m disgusted with my life and myself, but I’m not unhappy about that.”

“Hank Moody”



“During times of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.”

George Orwell


“Few things are sadder than the truly monstrous.”

Nathanael West

“The Day of the Locust”


“In a moment of infinite sadness

he peeled away the light

exposing the underbelly

of a fallen star

perplexed by the nature of his find

he turned back to realize

that only the self

remained ”

John Naccarato

@democracyofobjects (Instagram)


a fiction based AR project


“I construct my memories with my present. I am lost, abandoned in the present. I try in vain to rejoin the past. I cannot escape.”

Jean-Paul Sartre

A Being That Causes Itself


“Meaning is not in things but in between them.”

Norman O. Brown


Revelations & epiphanies always hit you at the unlikeliest of moments & for the most obscure of reasons. There is no accounting for it; that’s just the way it is.


“The truth was, we were wandering now through a world that would never be a part of any correspondent’s beat. It was full of news, but all of it was oblique, mysterious, important only if you listened and watched and felt its weight. On the ferry back from Eua, I had ridden on the roof with three boys who said they planned to see every kung fu and cowboy and cop movie playing at the three cinemas in Nuku’alofa until their money ran out. One boy, thin and laughing and fourteen, told me that he had quit school because he was ‘lazy.’ He had a Japanese comic book that got passed around the ferry roof. The book was a bizarre mash-up: cutesy children’s cartoons, hairy-armed war stories, nurse-and-doctor soap opera, graphic pornography. A ferry crewman frowned when he got to the porn, tore each page out, crumpled it, and threw it in the sea. The boys laughed. Finally, with a great bark of disgust, the sailor threw the whole book in the water and the boys laughed harder. I watched the tattered pages float away in a glassy lagoon. I closed my eyes. I felt the weight of unmapped worlds, unborn language. This was what I was chasing: not the exotic, but a broad-beamed understanding of what is what.

The sadness of the obscure graveyard, of unforgotten elders buried under the sand, made my chest tight. It seemed to mock this whole vague enterprise. Still, something beckoned.”

William Finnegan

“Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life”


“The Second Coming ”


“Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all conviction, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? ”


Imagine a man, if you will. He is unknown to you and shall remain nameless. He walks through a seemingly endless night. Through this kingdom of darkness he wanders, no destination, just following his footsteps wherever they may lead. He encounters many strange characters, various denizens of the dimly lit streets, but they are just faces passing through the night like candle flames floating on the air, insubstantial, fleeting. Considering the bigger picture, in the end, they mean nothing to him. It is the in-between spaces that capture his imagination; it is those mysterious back streets and alleys that grab a hold of his soul and do not let go. It is in these places that he becomes one with the night, where he feels the most free. He continues on alone, deeper into those darknesses…



Life is a gift, but we squander it, day by day. We are all guilty. We work ourselves to death and we spend our days submerged in ordinary routines. We are desensitized to violence and death. Everything is online. Nothing shocks us anymore, nothing surprises us. There are few mysteries left in the world. The only thing to be curious about is how much more of this shit we can take before we die of boredom, depression or insanity. Does this seem negative to you? Damn right it is. It is the cold hard reality that we live every day of our lives in the 21st-century. Welcome to the future. Ain’t life grand?


December 1, 2017

Tokyo, Japan


“For a minute there I lost myself…”




Everything is just getting so goddamn pathetic that I can’t even watch the news anymore…


“…o man’s great ugliness everywhere like that fresh dog turd that the morning shoe did not see  again, o the mighty police, o the mighty dictators, o the mighty damn fools everywhere, o the lonely lonely octopus, o the clock-tick seeping each neat one of us balanced and unbalanced and holy and constipated, o the bums lying in alleys of misery in a golden world, o the children to become ugly, o the ugly to become uglier, o the sadness and sabres and the closing of the walls- no Santa Claus, no pussy, no Magic Wand, no Cinderella, no Great Minds ever; kukoo- just shit and the whipping of dogs and children, just shit and the wiping away of shit, just doctors without patients, just clouds without rain, just days without days, o god o mighty that you put this upon us…

When we break into your mighty palace and timecard angels, I want to hear Your voice just saying once




FOR YOURSELF and for us and for what we will do to You. I turned off Irola until I hit Normandie, that’s what I did, and then came in and sat and listened to the telephone ring.”

Charles Bukowski


Fan-FUCKING-tactic!….now they’ve got “laptop bombs.” What the hell will they come up with next, “smartphone bombs?!” Or maybe “toilet seat bombs?!” We won’t be able to go anywhere, won’t be able to communicate from the air, and we won’t even be able to take a shit at the airport in peace without worrying about getting our asses blown off…


“Generals gathered in their masses,

Just like witches at black masses.

Evil minds that plot destruction,

Sorcerers of death’s construction.

In the fields the bodies burning,

As the war machine keeps turning.

Death and hatred to mankind,

Poisoning their brainwashed minds.

Politicians hide themselves away,

They only started the war.

Why should they go out to fight,

They leave that role to the poor.”

Black Sabbath


“I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.

To care only for well-being seems to me positively ill-bred. Whether it’s good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things.”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky



Kenneth Rexroth


“The creation of art is a solitary pursuit.”

Yayoi Kusama


“Everyone’s worried about stopping terrorism. Well, there’s really an easy way: Stop participating in it.”

“Propaganda is to a democracy what the bludgeon is to a totalitarian state.”

Noam Chomsky


“A great deal of intelligence can be invested in ignorance when the need for illusion is deep.”

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.”

Saul Bellow


“I can’t understand why people are frightened of new ideas. I’m frightened of the old ones.”

“I have nothing to say and I am saying it and that is poetry as I need it.”

“The world is teeming: anything can happen.”

John Cage


“If you do not hope, you will never stumble upon the unhoped for, which is sealed off and impenetrable.”




by THB3

Way out there

on the edge of town

where some of us dwell

in trash and squalor

there lies a melancholy silence


Where tires burn

and metal is crushed

and toxic smoke floats

in billowing clouds

inspiration rises from the ashes


Rusted old cars that will carry no passengers

bikes never to be ridden again

refrigerators that will hold no more food

burned-out appliances to be used nevermore

within all these things there lie dark secrets of a meaningless eternity


The old metal shack

the junkyard dog

the coyotes at the fringes

the crows

the endless expanse


To dwell in this place

is to lead an inward life

of reflection and relentless imagination

to escape everyday in inventive new ways

to free yourself from the shackles of the ordinary


The white hot eye of the sun

the old newspapers and trash

blowing aimlessly across this hopeless desolation

even emptiness serves a purpose

in nothing, one can find the essence of existence…



Tom Henry Brooks 3

Tokyo, Japan

April 19th, 2017


“The gods looked down from their mountain and shrugged.”

Paul Auster

“4 3 2 1”

* * * >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>



Really, what’s the point in anything when we just insist upon continually chipping away at the foundation…?


“Well, I want to get the fuck off this planet, but they made me take a number.”

“We quit social media and we`d like to get as far from the internet as possible…”

South Park
(after the election of Donald Trump as President of the United States)



“Only the dead have seen the end of war.”


“In order for there to be a mirror of the world, it is necessary for the world to have a form.”

Umberto Eco
The Name of the Rose

“Some books are dangerous, not to be opened with impunity…”

Arturo Perez-Reverte
The Club Dumas

“Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.”

Langston Hughes
“From this distant vantage point, the Earth might not seem of any particular interest. But for us, it’s different. Consider again that dot. That’s here. That’s home. That’s us.

On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives.

The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every ‘superstar,’ every ‘supreme leader,’ every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there – on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner.

How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.

In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known, so far, to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate.

Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment, the Earth is where we make our stand. It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world.

To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we’ve ever known.”


Carl Sagan

Why does it seem that no one

listens to words as wise as these?



Where do you run when the
earth becomes your enemy?

When all logical solutions fail, try an illogical one…


It’s Saturday, April 1, 2017. After the rains had stopped, I found myself standing on the Sumida-Gawa River Terrace looking out at the gray, leaden water, turbulent waves splashing off the levee. Light clouds passed across the sky and white seagulls wheeled all around me. The city of Tokyo surrounded me with its endless madness. For a moment I watched the boats passing by and the towers that surrounded me and the world seemed peaceful and good for a moment. It is moments like this that make life worth living … it’s the little things, you see, those precious occasions when it all seems to come together, to have some semblance of meaning, however elusive that may be…


Tokyo, Japan

STREET JOURNAL 87: esoterica

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we live inside the mystery without ever really KNOWING anything…

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“For what struck him was the terrible restlessness of the city, its desire to overthrow itself, to smash itself to bits and burst into new forms.  The city was a fever-patient in a hospital, thrashing in its sleep, erupting in modern dreams.”

Steven Millhauser
Martin Dressler

“In the depths of winter I finally learned there was in me an invincible summer.”

Albert Camus

“Night flight to San Francisco; chase the moon across America. God, it’s been years since I was on a plane. When we hit 35,000 feet we’ll have reached the tropopause, the great belt of calm air, as close as I’ll ever get to the ozone. I dreamed we were there. The plane leapt the tropopause, the safe air, and attained the outer rim, the ozone, which was ragged and torn, patches of it threadbare as old cheesecloth, and that was frightening. But I saw something that only I could see because of my astonishing ability to see such things: Souls were rising, from the earth far below, souls of the dead, of people who had perished, from famine, from war, from the plague, and they floated up, like skydivers in reverse, limbs all akimbo, wheeling and spinning. And the souls of these departed joined hands, clasped ankles, and formed a web, a great net of souls, and the souls were three-atom oxygen molecules of the stuff of ozone, and the outer rim absorbed them and was repaired. Nothing’s lost forever. In this world, there’s a kind of painful progress. Longing for what we’ve left behind, and dreaming ahead. At least I think that’s so.”

Tony Kushner
Angels in America

“There is a place in the heart that will never be filled; a space.  And even during the best moments, and the greatest times, we will know it.”

Charles Bukowski

“The melancholy river bears us on.  When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed.  What are you whispering?  Sorrow, sorrow.  Joy, joy.  Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.”

Virginia Woolf
The String Quartet

“I can`t remember the man I wanted to be…

Once the soul was perfect, and had wings, and could soar into Heaven…

Find a way from darkness to light……remember.”

Terrence Malick
Knight of Cups
(mixed in with quotes from John Bunyan`s A Pilgrim`s Progress)


“And do this, knowing the hour,
That now it is high time for us to arise from sleep…”

Romans 13:11

“Everyone, deep in their hearts, is waiting for the end of the world to come.”

Haruki Murakami

That`s the great thing about getting older and settling down a bit…
you finally have time to catch up on all those movies, tv shows and books
that you missed while you were drunk and young and wild…

the truth can
be adjusted…

“Out of focus
Yes the picture changing
Every moment
And your destination
You don’t know it…”

Bryan Ferry
Roxy Music


In wine, truth…

“To live is to suffer; to survive is to
find some meaning in the suffering.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

“Architecture affects everybody, from the hospital where you were born, to the schools and grocery stores, markets, libraries and theaters…
every part of a person`s life is based upon an architect`s presence.”

Julius Shulman

“Architects live and die by the images that are taken of their work, as these images alone are what most people see.  For every person who visits a private house, there may be ten thousand who only view it as a photo.”

Eric Bricker
Visual Acoustics: The Modernism of Julius Shulman

“No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.”

Michelangelo Buonarroti

“There`s something terrible about reality, but I don`t know what it is.”

Michelangelo Antonioni

I first learned both these quotes from my friend, @democracyofobjects on Instagram

“All those years, living the life of somebody I didn`t even know…”

“You think when you reach a certain age, things will start making sense.  Then you find out you`re just as lost as you were before.  I suppose that`s what damnation is…the pieces of your life never to come together – just splashed out there…”

“No one cares about reality anymore.”

Terrence Malick
Knight of Cups (a masterpiece of a film)


Saturday 4-23-16
The National Art Center in Tokyo…


“but what is memory if not the language of feeling, a dictionary of faces and days and smells which repeat themselves like the verbs and adjectives in a speech, sneaking in behind the thing itself, into the pure present, making us sad or teaching us vicariously…”

Julio Cortazar


Everything is so fucking ridiculous…

When the end of my life is at hand, if there is one thing I will be able to say, it’s that I never failed myself on adventures, not once. When I go on a journey, I go all out…

“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot,
The world forgetting by the world forgot,
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
Each prayer accepted and each wish resigned…”

Alexander Pope

“It would be absurd if we did not understand both angels and devils,
since we invented them.”

John Steinbeck
East of Eden

“Watch me
I will go to my own Sun
And if I am burned by its fire,
I will fly on scorched wings…”

Segovia Amil

“The experience of enlightenment can be brought about through many different methods.  Every religion has its proprietary way, but it can be achieved without priests and gurus simply by communing with Nature at a deep and abiding level.
To cultivate this awareness of connectedness, reflect on how all entities in the Universe are temporary.  They arise from the primordial source, exist for a time, and then dissolve back into the source.”

“Coming on to the light of day we got
Many moons that are deep at play so I
Keep an eye on the shadow smile
To see what it has to say
You and I both know
Everything must go away
What do you say

You don`t know my mind
You don`t know my kind
Dark Necessities are part of my design and
Tell the world that I`m
Falling from the sky
Dark Necessities are part of my design…”

Anthony Kiedis
(Red Hot Chili Peppers)

“prayer” by Jamie Lee

you’re down
and beat
hear this

when you have nothing left
but the mad will
to breathe
hear this

when you have gone mad
when you are crazy with loss
when the walls
talk and ask
when the streets
rumble and cry
when your name
is dust
and the money’s somewhere else
and the tap’s dripping
when the cats are wailing in the night
when your eyes won’t see
hear this
hear me

i have been there
i have seen
and i have walked through it
and i am still walking
there is
there is
is beauty
and still
so much
to come

god bless this land
that we have named it earth
and all who are in it
all sweet
all good
all fine…”

the last part, I say…it`s a nice dream, anyway…



“His own life seemed so solitary, a fragile column supporting nothing, amidst the wreckage of the years…”

Carson McCullers

“I sit and stare at a fixed point in space. This space is abstract, made up of millions of possibilities; of atoms, of light, and numbers.  The longer I stare, the more fixated I become…inevitably, the point becomes as real as the rest of me, part of my reality, my identity, my truth and my lie.  I can no longer turn back…or look away…”

John Naccarato
Quantum Dystopias no. 1
My friend @democracyofobjects on Instagram

“Are you afraid of the future?”

Werner Herzog “No, but I would be cautious of blindly stepping forward…”

From an interview from VICE for his new documentary film

Lo and Behold:  Reveries of the Connected World


“If I had the power to prevent my own birth, I should never have consented to accept existence under such ridiculous circumstances…”

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

The Idiot


“I’ll Try Anything Once”

Ten decisions shape your life,
You’ll be aware of 5 about,
7 ways to go through school,
Either you’re noticed or left out,
7 ways to get ahead,
7 reasons to drop out,
When I said ‘I can see me in your eyes’,
You said ‘I can see you in my bed’,
That’s not just friendship that’s romance too,
You like music we can dance to,

Sit me down,
Shut me up,
I’ll calm down,
And I’ll get along with you,

There is a time when we all fail,
Some people take it pretty well,
Some take it all out on themselves,
Some they just take it out on friends,
Oh everybody plays the game,
And if you don’t you’re called insane,

Don’t don’t don’t don’t it’s not safe no more,
I’ve got to see you one more time,
Soon you were born,
In 1984,

Sit me down,
Shut me up,
I’ll calm down,
And I’ll get along with you,

Everybody was well dressed,
And everybody was a mess,
6 things without fail you must do,
So that your woman loves just you,
Oh all the girls played mental games,
And all the guys were dressed the same,

Why not try it all,
If you only remember it once,
Oooh ooooooh,

Sit me down,
Shut me up,
I’ll calm down,
And I’ll get along with you

Julian Casablancas

The Strokes



You just can’t be sure that tomorrow will ever come
There are no assurances that the sun will shine,
that the rain will stop falling,
that the storm will abate
You can’t really believe in endless love,
in true freedom,
in peace and satisfaction
Perhaps they are all illusions that we create
to keep ourselves sane in a world of madness
There are no guarantees that humanity
will continue its fragile existence
It cannot be confirmed that the earth will not
spin into the sun or be split asunder by a giant asteroid
You just can’t be sure the oceans
will not rise up and drown us all
Maybe we deserve it for
our relentless stupidity
Really, we have so much and yet
there is so much of it that is wasted
You just can’t be sure if you’ll be
happy or sad, angry or glad
No one can say if you will
wake up in the morning tomorrow
For now, the rivers continue to flow and the sky
is still different shades of blue and orange and red and purple
We drift through our days in a cloud of ignorant confusion,
a certain inexplicable complacency that can’t quite be defined,
but it’s there nonetheless
You just can’t be sure if you’ll ever truly understand anything
about this life or this world we live in
I dream all these things as I walk down a rare lonely path
on the edge of the vast city called Tokyo
There is one thing we can be sure of though;
The questions will remain and it is a long difficult road ahead…

Tokyo, Japan


He awakens to the sound of an alarm
He pulls the blanket over his head
and grumbles irritably
Finally, he arises & stumbles
about his morning business
Later, he stands outside
having coffee and a cigarette
staring at a blank space in the air
as if there is nothing before him
Eventually, he makes his way to the train
and piles on with hundreds of other people,
all of whom look miserable
Everyone is looking at their phones
as if nothing else is real for them anymore
He arrives at work without enthusiasm
He drifts through the day, numb, distant…
It’s like a bad dream that doesn’t end
He wants to wake up but he can’t
This goes on and on
for what seems like an eternity
When it’s over
he rushes to the train station
much faster then when he went to work
All he looks forward to
is some quiet time to himself
A beer, a book, a movie,
anything but this grim, ordinary reality
As it grows late,
his eyes flutter and sleep calls to him
As the lights go out,
he lies there in the darkness
feeling a sense of deep sadness,
despair even…
Is this what it’s all about?
he wonders
There is no answer
He knows that tomorrow
the deadly routine will continue
The only escape is death
and he already feels dead
This is what happens
when you realize that
you’re not really free…

Tokyo, Japan
Tuesday, October 11, 2016


The moment to start living a better life is now…


Tokyo, Japan












The Corridor

I will paint you a picture with words.
I want you to take a good look and then think deeply about it…

“The vanity of existence is revealed in the whole form existence assumes: in the infiniteness of time and space contrasted with the finiteness of the individual in both; in the fleeting present as the sole form in which actuality exists; in the contingency and relativity of all things; in continual becoming without being; in continual desire without satisfaction; in the continual frustration of striving of which life consists. Time and that perishability of all things existing in time that time itself brings about is simply the form under which the will to live, which as thing in itself is imperishable, reveals to itself the vanity of its striving. Time is that by virtue of which everything becomes nothingness in our hands and loses all real value.”

Arthur Schopenhauer

The night is always darkest just before the dawn – that’s what they say. I really hope this proves to be true…

“The future isn’t just something that happens; it’s a brutal force, with a great sense of humor, that will steamroll you if you’re not watching…”

Cameron Crowe
(spoken by Bill Murray in the movie, “ALOHA”)

A very dramatic Saturday for personal
reasons I shall not discuss here…

“All things pass.  None of us can manage to hold on
to anything.  In that way, we live our lives.”

Haruki Murakami
Hear The Wind Sing

“How can those who live in the light of day
possibly comprehend the depths of night?”

Friedrich Nietzsche

My Mom just reminded me of a funny story that I`d long forgotten…

When I was 6 or 7 years old, I had taken all the mandatory school tests and it so happened that I was in the top 1% nationwide as far as scores go.  Who knew?  Anyway, there was some official special program for smart kids, an advanced program that accelerated kids towards a bright future and a good college education.  Well anyway, it so happens that I went to meet with this official guy and we talked for about 10 minutes.  When we came out, the man talked to my mom and he said this,
“Well, Tom and I had a nice talk and he asked me some questions about the program.  It turns out that he`s really not interested in participating because it would interrupt his recess and free time.”
HA!  Once a hedonist, always a hedonist!

Museum of Modern Art, Tokyo (also known as The National Museum of Modern Art)

On Kawara (Japanese Conceptual Artist)
From his Today Series Diary and 100 Years Calendar

34 typewritten sheets, neatly bound in plastic sheets in a nice leather notebook
strange news stories from around the world in 1967
a new entry each day

*****a ferryboat of hippies in Upper New York Bay….*****



a title of one of my upcoming images….

“I am interested in ideas, not merely in visual products.”

“Everything important that I have done can be put into a little suitcase.”

“The individual – man as a man, man as a brain, if you like – interests
me more than what he makes because I`ve noticed that most artists
only repeat themselves.”

Marcel Duchamp

“To know what life is worth you have to risk it once in a while.”

Jean-Paul Sartre
“Dirty Hands”
A play in seven acts

“Other people are other people, I act according to my own principles, and I have completely abandoned difficult rules. Everything is arbitrary and free.”

Tsuguharu Fujita
Japanese Artist
Paris, March 1927

“In any case, one`s notion of spirit is that of something separate and unworldly, that yet can miraculously intervene in material affairs, and even animate and direct them in some mysterious way.  It`s hugely ironic and hugely significant that the one thing on the planet most closely resembling the foremost conception of the divine is money.  It is an invisible, immortal force that surrounds and steers all things, omnipotent and even limitless, an invisible hand, that it is said, makes the world go round.   Yet money today is an abstraction, at most symbols on a piece of paper, but usually mere bits in a computer.  It exists in a realm far removed from materiality, and in that realm, it is exempt from nature`s most important laws.  For it does not decay and return to the soil as all other things do, but it is rather preserved changeless in its vaults and computer files, ever-growing thanks to interest.  It bears the properties of eternal preservation and everlastingness, both of which are profoundly unnatural.  Looking down from the Olympian heights, the financiers call themselves `Masters of the Universe,` channeling the power of the God they serve to bring fortune or ruin upon the masses, to literally move mountains, raze forests, change the course of rivers, cause the rise and fall of nations.  Like the clergy of a dying religion, they exhort their followers to greater sacrifice, while blaming their misfortunes either on sin (greedy bankers & irresponsible consumers), or on the mysterious whims of God (the financial markets).  What we call `recession`, earlier cultures might have called `God abandoning the world.` Money is disappearing and with it, another property of spirit, the animating force of the human realm.  At this writing, all over the world machines stand idle.  Factories have ground to a halt, construction equipment sits derelict in the yard, parks and libraries are closing, and millions go homeless and hungry, while housing units stand vacant and food rots in the warehouses.  Yet all the human and all the material inputs to build the houses, distribute the food, and run the factories still exist.  It is rather something immaterial, that animating spirit which has fled…money.
We do not realize that our concept of the divine has attracted to it a god that fits that concept and given it sovereignty over the earth. By divorcing soul from flesh, spirit from matter, and god from nature, we have installed a ruling power that is soulless, alienating, ungodly and unnatural.  So when I speak of money being sacred, I am not invoking a supernatural agency to infuse sacredness to the inert, mundane objects of nature; I am rather reaching back to an earlier time before the divorce of matter and spirit. The financial crisis we are facing today arises from the fact that there is almost no social, cultural, natural and spiritual capital left to convert into money.  Centuries of near continuous money creation have left us so destitute that we have nothing left to sell.”

(Except our souls, perhaps, which we likely already sold off long ago…)

Charles Eisenstein
Sacred Economics

“There is no must in art because art is free.”

“Color is a means of exerting direct influence on the soul.”

Wassily Kandinsky

“Everything flows.  Everything is in constant flux and movement, nothing is abiding.  We can never step twice into the same river.  When I step into the river for the second time, neither I nor the river are the same.”

(521 BCE)


Chiharu’s father, Kaoru, is dying. He has been sick with cancer & all the other horrible crap that goes along with it for a long time now. The whole family took him to his quiet country hometown of Motegi in Tochigi Prefecture. A few minutes ago, I held his hand and said see you later in a positive manner. He gripped me with all the energy he could muster, and instead, said goodbye for what could very likely be the last time I ever see him in this world. I could barely hold back the tears, but I knew I had to be strong. He is a good man who spent his life working hard in the Japanese way & taking care of his wonderful family. I think he is happy we all gathered here this weekend. I will really miss him when he is gone. Death is hard to deal with, plain & simple. I’m waiting here alone now for the first of many local trains back to Tokyo.  It is a tiny forgotten station in the middle of nowhere. It is right out of an early Haruki Murakami novel, nothing but the birds & a gentle breeze in the trees. I hear the wind sing. Goodbye Kaoru. The wind-up bird is calling…

October 18, 2015

“What a lot of things I don’t need!”


“I’m not going to work until the day I die, that’s not why I started this. I mean, I’m not driven. I was driven—but I’m not, I don’t have to be out there any more… I had the most chilling thought that maybe people in their twenties and thirties don’t actually want to be moved anymore. They may want just to see more bombs, more explosions, because that is what they have grown up with. And I’ll never do that type of movie.”

Jack Nicholson
(what he said to the British Newspaper, THE SUN, recently…)

“The feeling of having an unalterable ego is a false perception. The perception of the ego is in reality a long chain of simple impressions that you have never experienced simultaneously. It is nothing but a bundle or collection of different perceptions, which succeed one another with an inconceivable rapidity, and are in a perpetual state of flux and movement.”

David Hume

“Decay is inherent in all compound things. Work out your own salvation with diligence.”


“Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.”

“Generally speaking, the errors in religion are dangerous; those in philosophy only ridiculous.”

“He is happy whom circumstances suit his temper; but he Is more excellent who suits his temper to any circumstance.”

David Hume


“Give me a firm point on which to stand and I will move the earth.”


I often watch all the worker bees hurrying to get to work on time and I think to myself, in my entire life I have NEVER ran to work, only FROM work>>>>>

“If a gun appears in a story, sooner or later, it has to be fired.”

Anton Chekov


“Late Fragment

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.”

“I’ve crossed some kind of invisible line. I feel as if I’ve come to a place I never thought I’d have to come to. And I don’t know how I got here. It’s a strange place. It’s a place where a little harmless dreaming and then some sleepy, early-morning talk has led me into considerations of death and annihilation.”

“It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we’re talking about when we talk about love.”

“Dreams, you know, are what you wake up from.”

“That’s all we have, finally, the words, and they had better be the right ones.”

Raymond Carver


…always searching for a white crow…

“Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don`t throw away the best of yourself.”

Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus Spoke Zarathustra



“We are in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars…”

Oscar Wilde


Tokyo, Japan

November 7, 2015