Immediately on publication of the previous entry I felt the need to justify some of the poems. Since none of them were written in my home country, I think they still count as travel writing, to some degree anyway.
Amnesia
Amnesia is a poem I found in one of my notebooks. I scribbled pieces of it down when I was, let's say, not exactly self-aware. I found the rest in the form of a note which a friend had left during that time.
Notebooks
Frank O'Hara is my hero.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/2003/jul/12/featuresreviews.guardianreview10
Go-hyaku-en Dama
I think it's quite obvious. But I just hope that it's not as overly sentimental as it could be.
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