Koitsu Tsuchiya

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I know only a few words in Japanese, and read none, but my mind deplores a vacuum in any inscribable space, so I am sending much love from inside a rainy day in Minnesota, which like your art causes both joy and tears, two sides of a token, and ultimately by far the two greatest human potentials… Before moving on (to more of your work, if I’m not mistaken!), I am compelled to “ring the bell and subscribe,” and then isn’t the day just but fraught with poetry? - Namaste! Glenn Jones “From far, from eve and morning And yon twelve-winded sky, The stuff of life to knit me Blew hither: here am I. Now - for a breath I tarry Nor yet disperse apart - Take my hand quick and tell me, What have you in your heart. Speak now and I will answer; How shall I help you, say; Ere to the wind’s twelve quarters I take my endless way.” - A. E. Housman