Chanteuse
the singer stands upon the stage
looking out and looking in
but mostly looking out
the singer is confident looking out
and her voice is pitch perfect
she commands an audience of the spellbound
offstage she is bound by what is in
she hides the inside by the typical means of escape
a narcotic certainty that makes evasion possible
the singer knows love on the outside
but on the inside she knows only longing
it is her muse
2/16/2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
A Valentine Poem for Akiko
A Valentine Poem for Akiko
You are my love!
I shout, but not in pain or sadness.
You are my love!
I shout, but not because you are leaving me.
You are my love!
I shout, but we are not talking on a poor telephone connection.
You are my love!
I shout because I am experiencing pleasure and joy.
You are my love!
I shout because of the certitude of our love.
You are my love!
I shout because you are with me.
Adam
2/14/2011
You are my love!
I shout, but not in pain or sadness.
You are my love!
I shout, but not because you are leaving me.
You are my love!
I shout, but we are not talking on a poor telephone connection.
You are my love!
I shout because I am experiencing pleasure and joy.
You are my love!
I shout because of the certitude of our love.
You are my love!
I shout because you are with me.
Adam
2/14/2011
Sunday, July 5, 2009
The Cravat Variation
The Cravat Variation
The murmurs of the foreign audience were lost on the little man.
The little man wore a green silk cravat that was a gift from his mother.
His mother had given him the cravat when he turned twenty-seven.
At twenty-seven, the little man stopped wearing ties, but wanted to look fashionable when he played the piano.
The piano that he was about to play now was a Steinway.
Most of the audience recognized what a Steinway was, but they rarely encountered a cravat.
The cravat had no opinion on the matter, but the little man always enjoyed playing to audiences in Tokyo.
Audiences in Tokyo cough a lot more than in the US, but they also pay more for the tickets.
The tickets to see the little man started at 15,000 yen because he was a famous pianist.
For such a famous pianist, you think he could have worn a tuxedo, but he preferred to wear a a black silk shirt and matching pants.
The black silk shirt and matching pants complemented the cravat nicely and were soon forgotten once he started playing.
He started playing the Goldberg Variations and except for the all too frequent coughs, which he ignored, the pianist forgot about his cravat, the audience, his mother, and he remembered everything.
-Adam
The murmurs of the foreign audience were lost on the little man.
The little man wore a green silk cravat that was a gift from his mother.
His mother had given him the cravat when he turned twenty-seven.
At twenty-seven, the little man stopped wearing ties, but wanted to look fashionable when he played the piano.
The piano that he was about to play now was a Steinway.
Most of the audience recognized what a Steinway was, but they rarely encountered a cravat.
The cravat had no opinion on the matter, but the little man always enjoyed playing to audiences in Tokyo.
Audiences in Tokyo cough a lot more than in the US, but they also pay more for the tickets.
The tickets to see the little man started at 15,000 yen because he was a famous pianist.
For such a famous pianist, you think he could have worn a tuxedo, but he preferred to wear a a black silk shirt and matching pants.
The black silk shirt and matching pants complemented the cravat nicely and were soon forgotten once he started playing.
He started playing the Goldberg Variations and except for the all too frequent coughs, which he ignored, the pianist forgot about his cravat, the audience, his mother, and he remembered everything.
-Adam
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Machiavelli's Dame Fortuna smiling on Hegel's Zeitgeist on Horseback
Machiavelli's Dame Fortuna smiling on Hegel's Zeitgeist on Horseback or in other words, Obama.
-Adam
-Adam
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
WANKO SOBA
The location: Azuya Soba Restaurant, Morioka, Japan
August 10th.
A dream fulfilled:
It began with a mere 15 bowls of Wanko soba. That is the same as eating one regular serving of soba.
It continued until:
The aftermath:
82 bowls. The young guys behind me were each past 90 when we left. The record is about 500. The typical guy does 60.
August 10th.
A dream fulfilled:
It began with a mere 15 bowls of Wanko soba. That is the same as eating one regular serving of soba.
It continued until:
The aftermath:
82 bowls. The young guys behind me were each past 90 when we left. The record is about 500. The typical guy does 60.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Sunrise over Takadanobaba
I did not say it was easy to see, but if you look the sun is there. The sunrise always comes. The clouds are moving quickly. Here on the 15th floor with my desk facing my sliding glass door which leads to my balcony, I have never had a better view day after day. The freedom that is in the clouds unfolds itself before me. Freedom is being able to choose when you sleep and when you look at the sky.
Adam Markus
July 3, 2008
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