I want to live my life like poetry. I want to notice the softness in people and places, or the roughness, or the sensuousness-as long as it is textured and honest. Here in Tokyo I've had the honor of roaming some of the less touristy areas--perks of staying with a local family friend and being around local activities. In my case, it's all revolving around Capoeira. It's amazing to see how it has such a presence here. There are many groups, each connected to Mestre's in different parts of the world, all of whom immigrated from Brazil. Yesterday we had lunch with some friends from another Capoeira group and four languages were being comfortably spoken (Japanese, Portuguese, English, French).
It's interesting to travel in a place whose language I do not speak. It is uncommon for me, and I find myself already trying to learn. It's difficult to say the least--a combination of slowed jetlag brain-processing and an entirely new alphabet based on syllables and sounds. Despite the jetlag, I think it's wonderful. The characters remind me of secret languages I tried to make up as a child, random symbols associated with letters so that I could write secret messages to my friends. Japanese, of course, is not so random. Mostly I think it just reminds me that I am a nerd.
In these first few days here, I'm just settling my feet into the earth, adjusting my body-clock and getting a sense for how things work here. I'll continue to ask questions. After a few days the creative juices are starting to move, hopefully now, the writing will flow, and then the filming, and then one day maybe even a memory in the form of a visual poem. I feel that I am living my life as such--the more difficult task is translating the way that I see the world to others. I guess it is all just language and we are all just trying to understand and to be understood.