September 23, 2005
phoku.29
I found a recent book by Haruki Murakami at a used-book store. Of course I bought it, because I think he's a highly original writer (see The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle).
But then a haiku came upon me (appropriately enough, I think), and I didn't have a note-pad, so I scribbled it in Murakami's book, in the front matter. Then I took a picture.
So instead of my usual phoku format--picture taken, text superimposed upon it--the text is an organic element of the composition. Or whatever.
Here's a link to a Salon interview with Murakami.
And in case you can't read my handwriting, here's a transcription:
"this is what happens
marking up your brand-new books
left your pad at home!"