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My thoughts wander off to Paris, I am madly in love with this town as an inspiring life parade, where I wrote the first haibun for this book. The 'Seine' has fine esplanades within the shadow of the Eiffel Tower and 'la Maison de la Culture du Japon'. I met there the president of the French Haiku Association. 'Bonjour Dominique Chipot!' Paris, the perfect source for the kuyu (haiku lovers) and the haibun readers. I am the archivist of my own emotions, written with a clarity that you hopefully will appreciate. Just remember the words of the peculiar jazz pianist Martial Solal: 'People say that I am an autodidact. That's not right, I've got a very good professor: myself.' |
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