Tokyo Correspondence

What I found and was happy to find from taiko drummer Isaku Kageyama and what is the dream of all arists: I wanted to play at the highest ...

who is the poet? a poem by Yuri Kageyama poets who pause to pontificate poets who write for grants poets who count syllables poets who admir...

In sports, career, dating and other games people play in life, there is always a winner and there is always a loser. Most people spend their...

LIFE IS GOOD.

If you ever panic about the impermanence of life, if you ever get worried about your job, your relationships, your future, if you fear death...

This is what I heard from a dancer. But the biggest stars of Tokyo Butoh troupe Dairakudakan, not just the student dancers, don't ever...

"Oh, my Buddha!" was what Toshinori Kondo kept saying. That was back in the 1980s, when he was in his IMA band stage, fresh from...

I've decided to change the haiku from before to this: 八重桜 ここにいます！と どぶに散る Yaezakura I am here! Scattering petals in the ditch The way I...

I had the pleasure of collaborating with American/Brazilian dancer Abel Coelho July 6, at What the Dickens. This blog was how we met. I wrot...

Cecil Taylor's fingers are genius crazed mice, appearing and disappearing, light speed flashes of moments. Cecil himself, his shirted ba...

The World is divided bet- Ween two kinds of People The Winners and the Losers The Takers and the Givers The Famous and the Forgotten The Lov...