![]() ![]() I was able to be there with him when he died, but much of what I experienced in Kyoto was tempered by, or in conversation with, the gradual and inexorable loss of my brother. My best friend since childhood, more brother than friend, underwent chemotherapy while I was in Kyoto, and he died nearly half a year after my wife (the poet Ilyse Kusnetz) and I returned from Japan. What is your most heartbreaking memory in this city? The people, the buildings, the flow of traffic, the landscape itself-all seem to participate in a kind of silent meditation, one day following the next. If I were to boil it down to one word, it might be contemplative. There is a kind of stoic reserve, something I originally mistook for resignation, or a kind of emotional endurance. I was surprised to learn, in such a major city, that the pace of life in Kyoto moves much like the Kamagawa (the Kama River)-slow and steady, languid in the summer heat, with an occasional rush or hard current when the rains roll through. Never succeed in knowing all the cities it contains.Ĭan you describe the mood of Kyoto as you feel/see it? ![]() ![]() If each city is like a game of chess, the day when I have learned the rules, I shall finally possess my empire, even if I shall ![]()
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