nothing but the moon tonight—
and cotton-like clouds in burnished shreds...
above a ragged wall of black pine trees
lining the narrow road sporadically lit—
where I and this form of a shadow split.
~Kokoro Sonzai 2010 (trans. Son Rivers)
Buzz - Today I have only a link: the posters for the upcoming Waseda-Keiō (or Keiō-Waseda!) baseball game, in which real students enact ha ha only ultraserious ...
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