Wow,
I haven't updated this thing in a while, so today is as good a day as any.
I'm hermited in my hovel after a supreme soaking today. It's Thai New Year and this means a leisurely trot to market assures you a wet journey indeed. The little feckers with their supersoakers, the pick up trucks with their buckets of H2-O-mmunition passing by and dumping water over your head, all contribute to a prunish corpse after a while, and I've decided to spend the rest of the afternoon indoors. Shut-in.
So what's currently happening to legitimize a current happenings update...Well, the Yan De Hafuri Spring/Summer line that I did some design for has delayed it's release,
so Tokyo's fashion elite will have to wait a bit longer for the gear (and I a bit longer for any cash. feck.).

While in Vietnam, I was constantly scribbling in a notebook; groovy lines for new poems. So after I add a few musings 'bout 'Nam  to the current draft of Nakayubi Two, the second volume of poetry will be almost complete (amazingly almost 100 pages).
 I think this volume may be a bit more, shall we say, "accessible" than Nakayubi One, as each page of this one is based on a city I've lived in/visited/frequented. So perhaps some empathy can be drawn by residents, travellers, interlopers.
But this is not the real difficulty.
The real difficulty is convincing people that poetry is a proper art form, replete with layered nuance and legitimate wormholes to the intanglible, just like painting, music or what have you, not just a therapy for teenage girls of for bourgeoise and scholorly dead French dudes.
Uphill, innit?
I shall not be deterred. More to follow as the publishing gets closer.

dave.

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