Poems on a Door
...written on 2000-11-20, @ 23:35:56
Tales of Kim's Life in Japan
Mon November 20, 2000
I just left some messages on my door for my neighbor. These messages are so secret, he may not even know they are for him. Of course they are in English, so he may not even understand them.
I have a metal door which nicely accomodates magnetic poetry. I have some of my magnet artwork up there now along with these three poems meant for my neighbor:
#1
He whispers music in my heart
#2
Let's open this universe together
#3
Girl of the moon always inside wishing to know you
I heard my neighbor playing his guitar today. I've been in his apartment once (see An Apartment with Soul) . When I think I hear him coming down the hallway, I rush to put on some cool music that I think he'll like and turn up the volume. Sometimes I sing along with it, hoping that, like Jason, he'll be lured by the Siren's song and come knocking on my door and fall madly in love with me, not because I am beautiful or that I sing like an angel, but because he realizes my soul is sensitive and multifaceted. Then of course he would instantly be cured of his nicotine habit and we'd live happily ever after.
Ha! You see, practically all of my seductions are mental. I wouldn't even call them seductions really. It is a part of me that is very hard to understand. I am an introvert, so while my friendships may be few, they are deep. Opportunities for interaction of this kind are limited anyway, but add the fact that I am a new foreigner in a foreign country who doesn't speak the language yet and the odds multiply. So what do I do to entertain myself in the meantime? Why, start a club with a member of one and leave little hints to attract other members, of course! I'm working on it. I've already had a little gathering at my apartment, and it has psyched me up to have more.
Oh, I just heard a door! Is it my neighbor?
:::Kim rushes to find cool alternative music:::
Ah, false alarm.
Anyway, I envision Algonquin-esque meetings in my apartment. Japanese artists, philosophers and musicians would all flock to my refuge to discuss what it is to be human and be an artist. I'd have a large old tea pot seasoned to make the best tea in Ogaki. Each person would have their own special cup that reflected a deep part of themselves. I would do I Ching readings, give massages and play my Shakuhachi (bamboo flute). We would create new art movements and discover ways to electrify Japanese society and the world at large.
Ah yes, the joys of imagination. I will keep you updated on my progress of course.
I hear my neighbor playing his guitar and singing. If only he had a metal door, I would leave him a poem. One of these days, when I have a little more Japanese under my belt, I will invite him to my place for a cup of well seasoned tea.