Anything can be beautiful if the camera is good enough.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
In case if you have not heard, Haruki Murakami is out with his new book ‘Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage.’ This is Murakami’s first long novel in the past three years since last releasing his widely acclaimed book ‘1Q84,’ which I absolutely adore as have reviewed in previous entries.
As a self-professed Murakami fan who went on my little ‘Murakami literary pilgrimage’ when I went to Tokyo (Click here for pictures), this is certainly one of the most exciting literary news I have heard in awhile.
And I know I am not in this alone. There was much hype surrounding the book prior to its release on April 12, with Asahi Shimbun reporting that a major Japanese publishing house has prepared 500 000 copies “in anticipation of high demand for Haruki Murakami’s latest novel, breaking the record of any first printing by the publisher.”
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Today we celebrate national poetry month with the great beat poet, Jack Kerouac. Here is a actor Johnny Depp reading an excerpt from Mad Road Driving.
on the cliffside
Nodding at the canyon
Happiness is waking up on a new day, your money is not devalued overnight,
the raspberry pecan roll is still eighty-eight cents a piece,
you can still make your mortgage payment,
for a place you call home,
where you have the arms of loved ones to come back to.
Happiness is after a full day of research,
you feel hungry,
just as Mr. Jobs advised.
There is a place
where writers do not send their works abroad to seek publishing;
where the sight of police does not make you tremble;
where the rich do not have to worry about kidnapping;
the poor wont have their last bread taken away.
Happiness is when days go by as usual.
The boys and girls glued to their phones as usual,
the old folks talk about dentures as usual.
the Chinese restaurant is still called “Thailand Cafe”,
the ambulances rushing down the traffic as usual.
When the night comes down,
The street lamps light up.
If you are that kid who is thinking about quitting high school,
or the woman who is tired of your spouse;
if you are mad at the world,
or pained by the discomforts of going to the bathroom that comes with aging,
there is someone holding your hand,
listening to you.
Happiness is knowing the person you said “goodbye” to in the morning,
will come back in the evening,
Socks kicked under the chair,