Wind scatter blown from trees far away from here fall at my feet.
I link myself to the apple garden, to the oasis, that
warmth of fresh beginnings and the pleasure of subtleties once felt.
How the tree in the field now shines, the vast field as
large as a lake, a solid green lake.

rumble tumble plane-train to
the suburbs. a taxi in Japanese.
Second day, sleep without food.
Sudden urge to rearrange the furniture.

Welcome and good day. Thank you for your interest. Today, August 16th, 2008 is the grand opening of this Lapdancer site. A short introduction will follow in the coming days as we sort through our lists, make new plans and brew a fresh pot of coffee. For now…

The summer in Northern Michigan is crisp and immediate; the echo of the trees at night, the coyotes, the coating of stars: summer. Returning to Japan will come all to soon. The penetrating sweat, the shrinking streets and horizons will pave the way for fall, for the bleak tide of winter. I welcome these things as I welcome the fresh possibilities, which can blossom out of them. The fresh possibilities of sound creation, of “noise,” of action in solitude.