First official poster for The French Dispatch (2020), dir. Wes Anderson
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Toden Arakawa Line, one of the last remaining streetcar line in Tokyo 🚃
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Olivia Wilde, Misty Copeland, Issa Rae, Jourdan Dunn, Tracee Ellis Ross, Rashida Jones, Yara Shahidi, Tiffany Haddish, and Letitia Wright in Nice For What
The art of knowing is knowing what to ignore.
Rumi
Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others’ faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.
Rumi
First time in Tokyo
Tokyo was unyielding and
uncompromising,
exactly as expected
But nothing I could have imagined
Sakura blossoms in the park with serene
serendipity in every scene and insatiable
coincidence in every exceptional frame of our
lengthy but too short walk around Tokyo
Limitless in macroscopic energy
Tokyo is my heart.
Not inside my heart like some
expression of my love for Tokyo, no…
Rather that pace and cadence
and insatiable nature is my heart.
My heart in how it pumps almost
faster than the rest of the universe.
My heart in how it contorts
and relaxes in a frequency of beats like
the drumming of endless
feet on expansive streets.
My heart in the way it fills
with oxygenated blood and flushes
the rest of my body with life force
like the people in Tokyo going from place
to place
never yielding.
My heart, limitless
in spite of the limited
bounds of my time
and life.
My heart, full
in spite of the emptiness.
My heart, whole
in spite of painful pasts.
My heart, well adjusted in spite of the
design of a heart being overly sensitive.
In the end
it’s Tokyo in my heart,
but her
in every molecule of me
Because it was sitting, watching
the Sakura falling in Tokyo this spring,
thinking of her kind soul
and expansive mind
weaving a vast tapestry for me,
that I realizes she is my…Tokyo.
-PFS
