I walk the old ways
like I’m going somewhere new,
the rain-slipped pavements,
the asthma morning
learning how to breathe…

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I walk the old ways
like I’m going somewhere new,
the rain-slipped pavements,
the asthma morning
learning how to breathe…
Kazuo Imai ambles through the audience to his chair… the legendary improviser seems more like some kind of cosmic fisherman than an avant-garde musician. Perhaps in Japan this is one and the same thing?
Read MoreI have been thinking a lot lately about books that hurt me, about those times in my life when I’ve been shaken by what I read. How painful and valuable those experiences have been, and also beautiful, which may well be a darker level of appreciation to descend into.
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