Thank you very much for your kind comment, publiusr-san, Michael-san, Lamby-san, James-san, and Analyzer-san!
Today I got to clean up the front porch, only a few hours to work on.
Here's the design of the food wagon. I think I'm gonna build this for food, or a quick fix wagon for the cyber-limb or eyes. Just like Mr. Minute's booth.
Well, I've just happened to remember a book I bought more than a decade ago.
It's the book of Japanese poets translated by Arthur Binard.
Poem... Yes, I'm the first poet modeler.
One of the reasons why I bought this book is its cover art.
I feel like I can find myself in the bunch of kids in this picture.
At the time I was born in the late 1950s, very few families have TV sets and no movies for the juveniles. My only fun was a picture-story showman. He carries a wooden box on his bicycle that contains various kinds of cheap sweets. He rang a cowbell to gather up the kids and selling cheap sweets for less than 10 cents. While we were chewing the sweets, he started to read out loud the picture story. I love the story of 'Golden Bat' That was a series of stories of the hero with the skull mask.
OK, most of all the poem in this book are my favorite.
Here's one of them.
Lemonade in the afternoon
By Chio Nakamura 1965
Afternoon comes equally to every home.
Respite, teatime....here the musical clock chimes,
and the lemonade's so cold your teeth twinge -
my visions are born out of this.
For these few moments,
the world is at peace. At the White House, and in the Kremlin.
people recline in their easy chairs.
even in those countries where real
upheaval occurs, folk rest in the shade
of trees and dream of sitting around a table
together, just enjoying one another's company.
"Have a seat. Would you like some tea?"
"No sugar in mine, thanks"
No matter how uneasy the afternoon
of civilization, we mustn't lose these moments,
for the sake of new vision to come.
One more,
from Dissonant Landscapes
by Saisei Muro 1918
Part 2
Hometown is the place you leave behind
and then long for ;
a place you sing plaintively.
Even if you end up
begging for your meals in an unfamiliar land,
still, it's best not to go back.
Alone in the big city at sundown
I think of my hometown
and the tears well up.
That's as it should be.
Abide in the distant city.
Abide in the distant city.
I think Mr.Binard did a great translation.
Thanks for looking!
katsu