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The following is one of the poems I wrote, and is entitled Mr.G and Mr.J. Thank you. Kensuke Shimizu
Made by Kensuke Shimizu.
© Copyright 2008 Kensuke Shimizu
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Mr.G and Mr.J
Kensuke Shimizu
1.
Beginning
Mr.J telling stories, listening to music, somebody’s voices, lights and darkness. Mr.G coming and going with his tools, and smiling. Now beginning, now beginning, somebody starting to mumble. What is the universe? Philosophical questions may follow it. A girl holding a flower walking slowly on a wooden floor, with the noise giving us the history of the architecture where once her grandparents lived. Through windows, lights with mysterious shadows coming and going, clouds moving forward and backward. Somebody’s cry and joy soon are delivered. Creaking doors opened and closed frequently. Seeing the sky, and memory saying.
2.
Meeting
Excitements, calling some name, bicycle passing by, the sun shining. Afternoon under some tree, sitting on a bench with someone. Walking along the river, seeing the lights reflecting on the river surface, sometimes a ship passing by with the sound of joy sending them. Hope and dream coming into mind, positive thoughts there also. Mr.G says to his friend Mr.J, “it is actually like a dream, and never happened to me, but still good to think like this? Shall we?” Mr.J gave a nod, and sipping some whiskey, thinking about something further with some smile… His boy went out with some look of excitements, and not returning home yet this evening.
3.
Alphabet Day
Writing some alphabets on foggy day, having some restless feeling. Birds are on a balcony, singing songs, and soon flying. A boy looking at these birds quietly, and writing alphabets again. A sound of Mr.G telling some story to Mr.J. Maybe neighbors? Umbrellas were near a door, parents took these, and a boy going out with parents. Clouds gone, and the sun shining. In the end, no raining this day. Sitting on a grass, having some rest, taking off shoes. Shoes going down the slope, and stopped. A paper on which some alphabets are written, is there also. Somebody telling new story there.
4.
Thoughts in March
Corridor, green lamp, strange fascination. Smoke from lady’s thoughts, you can hear my shaking lips. Mr.G contemplating on the things never unraveled or this mystery unraveled some day. Tall tree staring at the circle of dancing trails on the floor of a mixed feeling. Mr.G sipping coffee, nodding, bending, and listening to the sound of your psychedelic driving forces, nodding again. Smoke floating in the air in the square or triangle space of this rotten garage or flying milk poured down from a glass of cup in the air, something in the air. Bicycle, yes, bicycle is there. Who is riding? I do not know. But, bicycle moving around there, and stays there.
5.
November Documents
– Mindful gardener’s thoughts
i walk. my garden. i think, mumble, tell your story. Mr.G coming i thought. subtle noise of his foot touching each stair, one by one meticulously. he knows everything. Delight joyful moments gone. Debris found by scientists. Stood there silently. Your ego floating. Your soul lost his/her way. Bird sung on your knees. Nobody seems to care. You are gorgeous. I am not. You are so shining. I am dark secret. A book of contract stays under your bed. Message coded gallops towards the end of your story. Lily dying. I sat on chair. Foolishly stumbled down, no-eye-catching performance. Only noise and personal fear. Anxiety telling you another clumsy daily uneasiness. Lullaby Mr.G controls. Friends far away come but then go. White fascinating flower-buds under the electric street lamp. Dog sleeps. Cat sleeps. Somebody on balcony with cigarette. Story goes. Story ends. Story begins. Water coming water goes. Let him speak. Leave him alone. He wants to be part of them. They do not notice it. fragile relations under cold air. Lucky ones get many. Where are happy days? You can count on him, no no he will go away. Snowmobiles bicycles skating on your mind. Moving towards the end. What happens after the end? Nothing? Void? Signs lead you to sudden jolts.
[The website version of Mr.G and Mr.J.
Made by Kensuke Shimizu.
In January, 2008.]
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Contact (Kensuke Shimizu Email):
kenshi@utu.fi
kensu77taide@hotmail.com
Made by Kensuke Shimizu.
© Copyright 2008 Kensuke Shimizu
All rights reserved.