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Old 12-02-10, 03:48 PM   #1
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Lurk Zushi

Zushi is a small fishing and flower growing village at the end of a railway line an hour or two out of Tokyo.
I had moved out of the city to try and escape a heartbreak. I tended to try and escape myself by moving away from nodes of my lifes pain. Every mirror I met tattooed the pointlessness of this gambit on my withered soul but stubbornly I stuck to the only flawed gambit I possessed.

Japan sold Beer and Whiskey out of vending machines that had internal timers turning them on and off, usually off by midnight and on again sometime of a morning. I had found a local malfunctioning unit permanently on. That and the slew of self help books I'd bought was my solace as, is my want , I marinated in my self pity, devouring good advice until I lost the capacity to focus.

This desperate foundation had it's small advantages. I had one good NZ friend in Japan, Rob Maclaren, a fellow clown I'd shared years of imaginative misadventures with. He was more or less an adult while I was an arrested child. He's set me up in the beachside apt and would visit and try not to smile too ruefully at the scattered “How to be happy” paperbacks that were scattered about the place with the empty bottles. Rob was one of the first of many to curse me with the unwanted responsibly of being a 'comic genius'. His love for me eclipsed the frustration he and others had felt of my effortlessness talent wasted. My love for him meant I would jump at any mad suggestion he offered. He had suggested I come to Japan in the first place. We went back to our mid teens.

We'd both been in Stalker stilt theatre, a dark pretentious romantically masochistic stilt company that had lasted a couple of years and a couple of national tours before imploding under it's own catholic residue. It took all and gave nothing. We were all on unemployment apart from the director and eventually the collective generosity expired.
But we had stilt-skills out the ying-yang, we had trained in cultural isolation such that our methods and movement vocabs and skillsets were unique. We had copied no-one.
Rob and I had scaled a Cathedral on stilts for a photo-shoot, visited an abandoned mental hospital atop a hill on a pitch black night where you could not see the ground and the driveway dropped off sheer on one side, we had walked through the deserted capital city Wellington [The Windy City] during a ferocious gale, wrestling each step forward so when he visited me in Zushi and we saw the quarter mile seabreak with the lamp-post at it's end we knew we had the afternoon covered.

There was a drop-off either side, 20 ft down to a service road on the inside and a 15 foot drop down to rocks on the outside. The top was 3ft wide with one dogleg kink at the halfway point. Any mistake would mean physical disaster.
Taking small deliberate steps we set out, staggered so one wouldn't take the other out if anything went sideways. The wind was brisk and gusty and the lone lamp-post seemed impossibly far away. The concentration and focus required to not put a foot wrong while keeping balance and keeping forward momentum to avoid stepping over the sides was of an unknown quantity as there was no going back once committed. We each screamed with excitement and fear and mutual joy as we tottered under grey gusty skies towards our objective. It took a good twenty minutes to make it out. First one then the other made it to the lamp-post where we clung ecstatic. The best of friends celebrating our common madness.
The occasional fishing boat would re-enter the harbor and the crews would gawk at us. Two 12 foot long legged anomalies waving happily from a seemingly impossible position. Pan-cultural oddities.
We both made it back safely, it took longer and our reserves of adrenalin were fully exhausted by journeys end. We took our stilts off, looked back at the wall we'd conquered and shared a profound grin, packed up and slinging our gear over our shoulders casually swaggered back home, another youthful danger milestone invented and past.

Testing yourself is a muscular reflex of youth. Most survive but there's always, among your generations youthful peers; those who serve as a warning. Dead or maimed, early suicides, youthful misadventures, diving off bridges, overdoses, paralyzed trying to get in the girlfriends window, falling out of a helicopter deer-hunting. Youth means it's only in those last seconds, if that, a fleeting truth manifests.
“I'm not special.”
For some exceptionism never wanes. Hey Ho.
This is my last story here. My life has been and continues to be a lesson in humility sought while showing off. I was in my own wee world a famous drunken creative. The lessons I learnt are contained here, codified but obvious.
Laughter for me is the key. Make it happen and eventually the smiles of others will bleed across and you'll find some peace. Trust yourself. Close your eyes and face the sun. Say welcome with each indrawn breath and thanks for each exhalation. Eventually you'll get over yourself.

Life is a near death experience.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all share that thought and laugh in spite of it.
I will begin by strangling myself.

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Old 12-02-10, 03:54 PM   #2
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oops, don't be frightened, it's not my last stoRy HERE.
Because this stories 'Zushi' and I've written a book with 26 stories each based on a letter of the alphabet that I'll be self publishing in a few days it's my last story in that context and I just cut and pasted as is.

unless you want me to quit,
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Old 12-02-10, 05:41 PM   #3
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Please Please Please dont stop.
And let us know where we can buy your self published works.
I think they are fucking great!
Wishing you all the best Martin and remember you are always welcome to visit me here if you are crossing the Atlantic. So very very welcome.
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Old 12-02-10, 06:13 PM   #4
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Me too Martin, glad you added that addendum! Keep it up and let us know when it's published.
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Old 12-03-10, 01:28 PM   #5
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I rather enjoyed that story! Good job man. Keep up the good work.
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