The energy of New York swells and dips like the waves that surround it, and I am tossed, similarly, about the streets, caught in the tide of bodies. The sounds coalesce into the same white noise comfort too as the ocean. It’s easy to feel as if I’m standing on a Moloch, a monstrous machine…
The Words Coming Out of My Mouth
In which I attempt to work through what it means to sing a text you don’t believe, in a language you don’t speak.
Translation and the Way of Tea
Using Kakuzo Okakura’s Book of Tea as a document for translation.
