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The Live You Give: Yukio Mishima *1925
Mishima Yukio, born Hiraoka Kimitake, January 14 1925 in Tokyo, Japan, was a prolific writer who is regarded by many critics as the most important Japanese novelist of the 20th century.Mishima was the son of a high civil servant and attended the aristocratic Peers School in Tokyo. During World War II, having failed to qualify… Continue reading The Live You Give: Yukio Mishima *1925
Rod Stewart **I 10 1945 — The Life You Give
Over the course of his career, Rod Stewart has been lauded as the finest singer of his generation; he's written several songs that turned into modern standards; he's sung with the Faces, who rivaled the Rolling Stones in their prime; and he's had massive commercial success. He's one of rock & roll's best interpretive singers… Continue reading Rod Stewart **I 10 1945 — The Life You Give
Pomelo
Medicine debris
Mundano, with coffee
Red Beet Portrait
If a point is reached in understanding that blueberries are more than blue, and certainly more than berries
Beginning to question “personification”
Hoping the Japanese will forgive the bubbles
Choosing from a table with hundreds of avocados — I’ve been choosing by personalizing the outer appearance, not for the maturity stage I need
Signs of Green Walnuts
Separatist Meal (lamb shank in wine)
Exhibitionist Zea (fireplace)
Waking up Joys will always surpass going to bed
Beauties in maturity, beauties in immaturity
Love — like a simple bite of exquisite profiles to the palate
Love is like the simple bite of an exquisite something in the palate,and the exquisite state generated by the presence of a pleasing taste complexity in the palate is like love—- the sense of need dissipates.
Mustard, Radish, and Kohlrabi Microgreens, around Avocado
Corn silks
Hoshino Gyokuro
Some thoughts develop quickly into a sudden story
a beautiful lettuce head awaitsan avocado awaits imagined raw white asparagus with olive oilthought of colors: purple, green, whiteimagined the view on a plate where the colors and shapes are clearly denoted by sectionsthough I extremely seldom make sauces and dressings, I dressing seemed needed, wantedblue cheese, olive oil, scallions, and small prosciutto chunks —… Continue reading Some thoughts develop quickly into a sudden story