<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670</id><updated>2012-01-21T23:50:13.255+09:00</updated><category term='URL'/><category term='memo'/><category term='Like This Parade'/><category term='deck'/><category term='micro-micropop'/><category term='5 albums'/><category term='5 books'/><category term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>LTP - a hand reaches</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>198</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-561557019515230658</id><published>2012-01-21T23:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T23:50:13.267+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Like This Parade - By my piano</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="300" height="410" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 300px; height: 410px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/album=3419208332/size=grande3/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://likethisparade.bandcamp.com/album/by-my-piano"&gt;By my piano by Like This Parade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-561557019515230658?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/561557019515230658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/561557019515230658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2012/01/like-this-parade-by-my-piano.html' title='Like This Parade - By my piano'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2582338668295717793</id><published>2012-01-18T23:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:24:11.189+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Moon in Google Earth</title><content type='html'>Moon in Google Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/moon/"&gt;http://www.google.com/moon/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2582338668295717793?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2582338668295717793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2582338668295717793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2012/01/moon-in-google-earth.html' title='Moon in Google Earth'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-779373287013001465</id><published>2012-01-07T00:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T00:41:52.453+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Not solution&lt;BR&gt;それは解決ではない&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPeH0rzWgYo/TwcWJuTySOI/AAAAAAAAAew/-x_cpDXhqU4/s1600/Not%2Bsolution.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPeH0rzWgYo/TwcWJuTySOI/AAAAAAAAAew/-x_cpDXhqU4/s320/Not%2Bsolution.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694544610138933474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-779373287013001465?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/779373287013001465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/779373287013001465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2012/01/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPeH0rzWgYo/TwcWJuTySOI/AAAAAAAAAew/-x_cpDXhqU4/s72-c/Not%2Bsolution.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1283688340073557640</id><published>2012-01-03T15:39:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T15:41:12.767+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memo'/><title type='text'>Echo</title><content type='html'>I felt the wonderfulness of the violin. Body feeling nestles up to sound of woods. This is happiness/I cannot be concentrated on one thing these days. I was connected with many things as me. Here, I will blog the four themes. Short novel, Painting, Hyperlink and Haiku. Occasionally music/My picture does not improve as usual. But am continuing painting. When I have a brush, will become a quiet feeling/I listened to John's Passion manytimes. The combination of harmony and melody is very wonderful/Music makes me rouse new feelings whenever listening. I like such music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はヴァイオリンの素晴らしさに漸く気付いた。木の響きに寄り添う身体感覚は音楽的な至福の一つ◆私は最近、一つのことに集中出来ない。その分、多くのことに携わった。私としてはという意味。ここでは当面は4つの主題を繰り返そう。物語り、絵画、ハイパーリンク、俳句、時折音楽◆相変わらず絵は上達する術も無いがそれでも描き続けている。不思議と筆を持つ時はとても穏やかな気持ちになる◆ヨハネ受難曲を繰り返し聴いた。和声と旋律の組み合わせがとても気に入っている◆音楽は聴くたびに新しい気持ちを喚起させる。というかそういう音楽が好きだ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1283688340073557640?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1283688340073557640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1283688340073557640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2012/01/echo.html' title='Echo'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7795271178509499939</id><published>2011-12-29T11:55:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T11:56:44.203+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>The celestial globe of winter Galaxy, a circular orbit calmly. &lt;br /&gt;天球儀、音無く震う冬銀河&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The melancholy noctilucence cuts the hill. &lt;br /&gt;虚ろ坂、夜光刻みて影歩む&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melody, the person who lost loves, memory of a piano. &lt;br /&gt;宙を行く亡き旋律のピアノ追う&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7795271178509499939?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7795271178509499939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7795271178509499939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/12/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5777369468805716257</id><published>2011-12-18T11:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T11:43:35.053+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Color will become monochrome if thought disappears&lt;BR&gt;思念が消えて剥落する色彩&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2K9TsBcdzlQ/Tu1TO-Ry5gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jxfC-vGM_jI/s1600/Color%2Bwill%2Bbecome%2Bmonochrome%2Bif%2Bthought%2Bdisappears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2K9TsBcdzlQ/Tu1TO-Ry5gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jxfC-vGM_jI/s320/Color%2Bwill%2Bbecome%2Bmonochrome%2Bif%2Bthought%2Bdisappears.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687293421139715586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5777369468805716257?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5777369468805716257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5777369468805716257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/12/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2K9TsBcdzlQ/Tu1TO-Ry5gI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/jxfC-vGM_jI/s72-c/Color%2Bwill%2Bbecome%2Bmonochrome%2Bif%2Bthought%2Bdisappears.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1206342745302383206</id><published>2011-12-16T22:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:35:46.078+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Most people were dispersed. And I stayed alone. An old man whispers. A gloomy spectacle does not tell the future. The storm in the cracked bottle. The clock which minces time slowly. The clouds which flow distantly. An old man thinks that it gets cold tonight. And he closes his eyes calmly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ひとりを除く6人がその場から立ち去ったと老人は呟く。その陰鬱な光景が未来を語ることは無い。ひび割れた硝子壜の中を吹き荒れる嵐。重い足取りでゆっくりと時を進める時計。遠く流れる雲。今晩は冷え込みそうだと老人は思う。そして静かに目を閉じる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1206342745302383206?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1206342745302383206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1206342745302383206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-for-turn-around_16.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-282163639444463516</id><published>2011-12-06T19:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:46:37.716+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>291. Edited by Alfred Stieglitz.</title><content type='html'>291. Edited by Alfred Stieglitz. New York, 1915-1916. 12 Numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sdrc.lib.uiowa.edu/dada/291/"&gt;http://sdrc.lib.uiowa.edu/dada/291/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-282163639444463516?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/282163639444463516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/282163639444463516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/12/291-edited-by-alfred-stieglitz.html' title='291. Edited by Alfred Stieglitz.'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8820678222586553500</id><published>2011-12-06T19:35:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:36:08.246+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Type depiction and portrait. Two works are located in a line. Precise and ambiguous. Precise with ambiguous. The space, the light, the object which appear into fog. Unstable works. A man. He considers the work. He thinks  "This was made in order to make my memory last long" A man never stops. A man holds an abstract notion and wanders about. Works does not change. &lt;br /&gt;Works are exhibited forever there. Memory in 1920. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;活字による肖像と描かれた肖像が並ぶ。精密なる曖昧。霧の中に浮かぶ空間、光、物体。安定とは無縁の肖像。ある男。男はその肖像を前に思う。「これは私の記憶を長続きさせる為に作られた」と。男は決して留まろうとせず、次から次へと地点を移動するある種の抽象概念を抱えて彷徨う。肖像はいつまでもそこにある。1920年頃の話。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8820678222586553500?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8820678222586553500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8820678222586553500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-for-turn-around_06.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-802776075779861227</id><published>2011-12-06T19:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:35:49.701+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. A typewriter, a car and a telephone. Science, technology and a machine. A man disassembles each of parts. And a man arranges parts in the floor. From form to form. A man changes the structure of parts. Parts abandon consciousness. And parts change figure. The new object which eliminated the function. A man looks up and smiles. Memory in 1915. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。タイプライターや自動車や電話。科学と技術と機械。男は部品の一つ一つを丁寧に取り外し床に並べていく。フォルムからフォルムへ、男によって繰り返し組み替えられる部品。やがてそれらは次第に意識を失う。そして姿を変える。機能と意図を排除した新しいオブジェが出来上がる。男はそれを見上げてとても満足そうに笑みを浮かべる。1915年頃の話。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-802776075779861227?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/802776075779861227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/802776075779861227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/12/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6916092122529536788</id><published>2011-11-30T22:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T22:31:33.567+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>Light of the tower, marine fog and nightmare. &lt;br /&gt;尖塔の光、海霧、微熱夢&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stellar light passes through the tower and shine aslant. &lt;br /&gt;星景の塔より吊られし斜線光&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hollow shadow covers Saint counsel.&lt;br /&gt;水脈の虚ろ翳りし天上会議&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6916092122529536788?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6916092122529536788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6916092122529536788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/11/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-295562899112407153</id><published>2011-11-19T13:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T13:02:04.525+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Whole Earth Catalog</title><content type='html'>Whole Earth Catalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholeearth.com/"&gt;http://www.wholeearth.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-295562899112407153?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/295562899112407153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/295562899112407153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/11/whole-earth-catalog.html' title='Whole Earth Catalog'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8810704965462191982</id><published>2011-11-18T08:59:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T08:59:41.720+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Automaton has an ore. He walks slowly. He is unstable and walks along a dark corridor. Darkness crowds and soaked in darkness. Darkness pours the Manuscript. The wall of a corridor collapses. &lt;br /&gt;Atmospheric pressure falls. The revolving speed of the wheels falls. He does not hide despair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;鉱石を手にしたオートマタが意思を宿してゆっくりと歩く。不安定な足どりが小さな明かりに照らされた回廊を揺らす。翳りは既に踝まで押し寄せている。古い紙片が足もとの暗闇を流れ過ぎる。崩れ落ちる回廊の壁。降下する気圧。次第に速度を落とす自動輪。オートマタはある種の絶望を決して隠さない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8810704965462191982?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8810704965462191982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8810704965462191982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/11/text-for-turn-around_18.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-941434133135080467</id><published>2011-11-06T17:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:18:23.073+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Joy, its not point&lt;BR&gt;歓喜、未だ見ぬ&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pt9nnNfaDz0/TrZCr0Hf-MI/AAAAAAAAATI/LSLRuA5-LPw/s1600/Joy%2Bits%2Bnot%2Bpoint3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pt9nnNfaDz0/TrZCr0Hf-MI/AAAAAAAAATI/LSLRuA5-LPw/s320/Joy%2Bits%2Bnot%2Bpoint3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671794101211625666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-941434133135080467?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/941434133135080467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/941434133135080467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/11/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pt9nnNfaDz0/TrZCr0Hf-MI/AAAAAAAAATI/LSLRuA5-LPw/s72-c/Joy%2Bits%2Bnot%2Bpoint3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6288869623609241987</id><published>2011-11-06T17:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T17:15:57.776+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memo'/><title type='text'>The indigo</title><content type='html'>The cut-off crescent,&lt;br /&gt;that wrapped in at indigo night. &lt;br /&gt;The world is illuminated gradually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A planetary orbit. &lt;br /&gt;Two lines classifies the world. &lt;br /&gt;It is not scratched out by the praise to a shooting star. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;深いインディゴの宵に身を任せる、&lt;br /&gt;帳を切り抜いた細く金色の月。&lt;br /&gt;ひと息ごとに辺りを照らす。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;仄かな遊星が天頂へ天頂へと向かう。&lt;br /&gt;二つの直線が軌跡を分ける。&lt;br /&gt;流星賛美に消える事なく&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6288869623609241987?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6288869623609241987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6288869623609241987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/11/indigo.html' title='The indigo'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4526467790368253261</id><published>2011-11-04T10:59:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T09:00:27.986+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man holds the deck. A storm hits a ship. A ship rolls greatly. A ship may sink but does not sink. Heavy rain falls. A man closes his eyes. Headache. Thunder. A man thinks it passes also over a storm soon. A man thinks the past becomes small recollections. A man is going to escape a storm in the heart. A man imagines spring sunlight. A man shuffles the deck. But a card is blown on a wind and dances. The sun catches all the cards. A man continues a shuffle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;磁石とデッキを抱えた男が必死で舟縁にしがみつく。荒れ狂う大波が舟を捕らえようとするがその度に舟は小さな前後動を繰り返してその場をやり過ごす。甲板を大粒の雨が打つ。男は目を閉じる。頭痛。遠雷が遠くを照らす。永遠に続くかと思われる大きな嵐も過ぎ去ってしまえば思念の片隅に残滓を置くのみだと男は考える。残滓。残滓。男は頭上で足許で今起こっている出来事を片隅に追いやろうとする。そして降り注ぐ陽光を思う。やがて方向を定めてデッキをシャッフルする。しかしカードの1枚1枚は風に煽られて飛び散る。陽光はそれらを捕らえて離さない。男はシャッフルを続ける。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4526467790368253261?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4526467790368253261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4526467790368253261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/11/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6174652100733162687</id><published>2011-10-31T20:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T20:47:51.488+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>Enervation attacks a wise man. He is wrapped in the wind. &lt;br /&gt;鳥人の覆う色無き風流る&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man falls from a pinnacle. &lt;br /&gt;尖塔より落つ鳥人の影過ぎし&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man falls. He prays. &lt;br /&gt;羽透いて祈れるさまに揺るるもの&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6174652100733162687?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6174652100733162687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6174652100733162687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/10/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-3415623295368643306</id><published>2011-10-24T15:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T15:38:01.945+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Gendai Haiku Association</title><content type='html'>Gendai Haiku Association&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gendaihaiku.gr.jp/"&gt;http://www.gendaihaiku.gr.jp/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-3415623295368643306?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3415623295368643306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3415623295368643306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/10/gendai-haiku-association.html' title='Gendai Haiku Association'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4581084126658646894</id><published>2011-10-18T22:19:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T22:19:59.913+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. A man in his room. A man opens a small window. The moon is illuminating the nearby mountain deep blue. Moonlight drips on a mountain palely. Very small drop. A mountain is wrapped in a wind and groans. And a planet passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。男は部屋の小窓を開ける。凛然とした月が近くの山を黒く照らしている。月明かりが青白く山間に滴る。とても小さな一滴、一滴。山は風に包まれて低い唸りをあげる。そして金色の遊星が時を刻む。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4581084126658646894?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4581084126658646894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4581084126658646894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/10/text-for-turn-around_18.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4967626293780956393</id><published>2011-10-09T21:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:06:41.050+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Sprout_it's forcible&lt;BR&gt;つよく&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHfbxl7UFl8/TpGOOow0_oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HLHNui0SbUM/s1600/Sprout_it%2527s%2Bforcible.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHfbxl7UFl8/TpGOOow0_oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HLHNui0SbUM/s320/Sprout_it%2527s%2Bforcible.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661462588692954754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4967626293780956393?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4967626293780956393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4967626293780956393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/10/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qHfbxl7UFl8/TpGOOow0_oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/HLHNui0SbUM/s72-c/Sprout_it%2527s%2Bforcible.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2099538499187348947</id><published>2011-10-04T21:47:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:47:59.948+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man sits on a bench. People walk along a main street busily. A man looks at a clock slowly. A man awakes. A man gets a feeling. And a man is addicted to a pleasant sensation. Smoke. Clouds constitute a whirlpool. &lt;br /&gt;Clouds emit light. Hallucination. Butterflies sail around a man. It is beautiful. Busy people goes back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。ベンチに腰を下ろす。目の前をせわしく行き交う人々とは対照的に緩慢な動作で時計に目をやる。その時がきた、と男は感じる。それはとても長く先の見えない小道を抜け出して辺りに広がる光景を目にした時の開放感にも似た小さな感嘆。のようなもの。男は視線を上に向ける。大きな雲の渦が光を放っている。少なくとも男の目にはそのように映っている。そして周囲に集まる珍しい羽を持った蝶が小さな円軌道を描く。通りは相変わらずせわしく人々が行き交っている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2099538499187348947?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2099538499187348947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2099538499187348947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/10/text-for-turn-around_04.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6231776716012473698</id><published>2011-10-04T21:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T21:47:29.728+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hyperbolic spiral gear. Beautiful siphon. A watch maker looks for structure. Automaton smiles calmly. Automaton plays the organ with slender finger. A quiet fugue wraps the room. Melody invites moist air. Air flows into the room from a corridor. The light illuminates a drawing shakes. The siphon are very attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;双曲螺旋を描く無数の歯車とサイフォン。その複雑な仕組みを図面から読み取ろうとする時計職人。傍らで微笑むオートマタ。明かりの少ない部屋で細長い指が鍵盤を拾う。静謐なフーガが辺りを包む。その旋律に誘われるように湿った空気が回廊から流れ込む。図面を照らす明かりが揺れる。サイフォンは迷宮の如く入り組んで時計職人を惑わす。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6231776716012473698?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6231776716012473698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6231776716012473698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/10/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2174481282837001286</id><published>2011-09-30T08:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T08:56:11.177+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>Small insanity confuses on the particles of glass. &lt;br /&gt;解かれたるよみやのにぎわい板硝子（縮屋宿）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her blood on a shellfish and is very delicate. &lt;br /&gt;貝売りの見たるうつろに透き通る肩&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood vessel, pale arm, annunciation. &lt;br /&gt;水脈のあらざる夜風　受胎告知&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2174481282837001286?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2174481282837001286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2174481282837001286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/09/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8934350637482352455</id><published>2011-09-23T23:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T23:16:21.447+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>The William Blake Archive</title><content type='html'>The William Blake Archive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blakearchive.org/"&gt;http://www.blakearchive.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8934350637482352455?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8934350637482352455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8934350637482352455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/09/william-blake-archive.html' title='The William Blake Archive'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5245089095347146485</id><published>2011-09-22T18:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T18:34:57.484+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Children run about. Mother watches children darlingly. Quiet sunlight illuminates a pavement. Father prays. A spirit watches a father darlingly. Light connects thinking. Scholars argue about an angel's relation between wings and sleep. An angel watches scholars darlingly. And sunset. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;園庭を駆け回る子供。見守る母親。穏やかな日差しが舗道をその先の先まで照らす。小さな祈りを捧げる神父。見届ける精霊。ひとすじの光明が浮遊する思念を繋ぎ止める。翼をとじた場合の睡眠の深さを議論する学者たち。その脇で成り行きに耳をすます天使。多くの可能性を秘めて日が沈む。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5245089095347146485?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5245089095347146485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5245089095347146485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/09/text-for-turn-around_22.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-3175676708558089996</id><published>2011-09-14T21:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:54:46.249+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>after dinner&lt;BR&gt;其れから&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv3sReTjx5M/TnCj_ZJ83eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ru6t0aqx5ns/s1600/after%2Bdinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv3sReTjx5M/TnCj_ZJ83eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ru6t0aqx5ns/s320/after%2Bdinner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652197841829682658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-3175676708558089996?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3175676708558089996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3175676708558089996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/09/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv3sReTjx5M/TnCj_ZJ83eI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Ru6t0aqx5ns/s72-c/after%2Bdinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2397897239923014551</id><published>2011-09-11T22:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:06:30.601+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A rabbit grasps shamrock firmly. A monster grasps the ear of a rabbit firmly. A rabbit is surprised. A leaf falls. Cloudy sky does not help a rabbit. Woods rustles in a wind. A rabbit cannot be heard. A monster does not detach a rabbit. The monster try to eat a rabbit. Rain. People put up with sadness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;シャムロックをつかんで離さないウサギ。その耳をつかんで離さないモンスター。驚くウサギ。零れ落ちる緑の葉。どんよりとした曇り空は解決の兆しさえ見えない。遠くの木々が微かに揺れる。しかしウサギには何も聞こえない。モンスターはその挙動を虎視する。タイミングを計るため。人々は雨に打たれながら悲しみに耐える。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2397897239923014551?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2397897239923014551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2397897239923014551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/09/text-for-turn-around_11.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-668438311349458161</id><published>2011-09-09T15:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T15:27:14.013+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;People gather. People have a small trouble. A comet comes. People do nothing. "I have to go to a hospital" "My goldfish is floating" "I will solve all by March" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big comet scatters dust. People look up at the sky. A butterfly divides at dawn. Consciousness divides the world. Butterflies enclose people. People are nonresistant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人々が集まっている。各々に小さな不安を抱えている。彗星が近づいてくる。あまりに無力な人々。「診断の結果を聞きに行かなければ」「最近飼い始めた金魚がひらひらと泳いでいる」「この様子なら3月には何もかも解決するかもしれない」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;砂塵を振り撒きながら大きな彗星が近づいてくる。人々は空を見上げる。明け方の空を区切る線形。蝶が楕円軌道を描きながら遠く、近く、人々の周囲を巡る。人々はあまりに無力だ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-668438311349458161?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/668438311349458161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/668438311349458161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/09/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-99137326424102467</id><published>2011-08-31T10:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T10:28:02.597+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>My sister praised me is precious memories. &lt;br /&gt;見ぬ姉に褒められし言葉　地平に仕舞う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prayer possesses to the lily and burns. &lt;br /&gt;うつし絵の白百合燃ゆる　声明憑依&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cicada shakes far away. The sound affects. &lt;br /&gt;蜩の来て縫い閉じる　地平線&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-99137326424102467?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/99137326424102467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/99137326424102467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/08/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1119713665200707602</id><published>2011-08-25T00:46:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T00:47:08.059+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>International Music Score Library Project</title><content type='html'>International Music Score Library Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imslp.org/wiki/Main_Page"&gt;http://imslp.org/wiki/Main_Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1119713665200707602?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1119713665200707602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1119713665200707602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/08/international-music-score-library.html' title='International Music Score Library Project'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7942240477711501939</id><published>2011-08-19T20:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T20:20:39.446+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;In the street, there is nobody. Midnight. Lovers are wrapped in a comfortable wind and spreads hands. Moonlight shines on the steeple. Time passes. Time passes holding a lot of thoughts. People are sleeping. Midnight. Lovers walk in the pavement. The chaconne wraps lovers. Time passes slowly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人気のない大通り。深夜。心地よい風に任せて両手を広げる恋人たち。尖塔を照らす月明かり。時間が過ぎる。沢山の思念を抱えて時間が過ぎてゆく。人々は眠っている。深夜。舗道を歩く恋人たち。シャコンヌが二人を包み込む。ゆっくりと時間が過ぎる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7942240477711501939?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7942240477711501939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7942240477711501939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/08/text-for-turn-around_19.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-992400532081075524</id><published>2011-08-14T09:51:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T09:52:49.619+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>The soul is wandering&lt;BR&gt;ふらふらとさまよう&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2C7JeYKKoI/TkccNyWaP-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AYyPKJkzy1Q/s1600/The%2Bsoul%2Bis%2Bwandering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2C7JeYKKoI/TkccNyWaP-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AYyPKJkzy1Q/s320/The%2Bsoul%2Bis%2Bwandering.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640508081484480482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-992400532081075524?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/992400532081075524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/992400532081075524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/08/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M2C7JeYKKoI/TkccNyWaP-I/AAAAAAAAAFA/AYyPKJkzy1Q/s72-c/The%2Bsoul%2Bis%2Bwandering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8055608104139031785</id><published>2011-08-10T13:52:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T13:52:52.823+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Small hill. A cold early morning. People gather at the hill. People look up at the sunrise. The hill is wrapped in a pessimistic view.  A big bag flits on the hill. People are heartsick in the cheese factory. A man leaves everything. In addition, people gather in the hill. It's morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;小さな丘。早朝の空気はまだ肌寒い。やがて丘の上に少しづつ集まる人々。人々は遠く朝焼けの空を見上げる。丘を取り囲む周囲の状況は決して楽観的ではない。次々に訪れる災難。丘の上で人々の間に大きな鞄が飛び交い、チーズ工場では工員が悲嘆にくれる。技術的に手助けできないことは無いが、今なすべきことは何もないと断言する男。丘には続々と人が集まる。やがて日が昇る。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8055608104139031785?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8055608104139031785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8055608104139031785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/08/text-for-turn-around_10.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-911660753632744802</id><published>2011-08-04T01:10:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T01:10:47.210+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Evening. And, the night. Stormy night. The wind pats around here. Trees fall. Lightning of steeple. A man closes his eyes. Lightning shines. Lightning shines on around here. A man opens his eyes. The storm passed away. A man aims at the border of the south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;夕闇が踝を濡らす。天体を斜めに横切り、忍び寄る深夜の嵐。岩肌を撫でるように風が過ぎてゆく。木々はなぎ倒され、尖塔に稲妻が光る。男は目を閉じる。一瞬の明かりがあたりを照らす。再び男が目をあけると、既に風は凪いでいる。男は南を目指して逃避行を続ける。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-911660753632744802?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/911660753632744802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/911660753632744802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/08/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4691496606533735503</id><published>2011-07-30T17:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T17:14:40.190+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>We run away holding the past to the shade because of the thunderstorm.&lt;br /&gt;夕立の見舞う木陰の黄昏日記（浜辺）&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We row a boat backwards. While picking up something, we do not have the answer. &lt;br /&gt;漕ぐ舟に虚ろいの戯画一掬い&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The violin shaken off from an unstable tree and cries.&lt;br /&gt;狂い棕櫚解かれて震うバイオリン&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4691496606533735503?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4691496606533735503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4691496606533735503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/07/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5126558371368904781</id><published>2011-07-21T22:44:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T22:45:55.912+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A lot of balloons rise. Withering urban area. Birthday party at the apartment. Feast of underground trench. Record collector. Consenting elderly. Night. Balloons disappear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;沢山の風船が宙を駆け上がる。眼下に広がる街。高層階で誕生日を祝う人々。地下壕で肩を寄せて小刻みに震える酒飲み達。レコードコレクター。数字を眺め、頷く老人。やがて夕闇が背後に忍び寄る。そして視界からゆっくりと風船が消えてゆく。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5126558371368904781?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5126558371368904781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5126558371368904781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/07/text-for-turn-around_21.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-9096520313723614769</id><published>2011-07-16T10:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T10:52:39.939+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>mushroom will shine&lt;BR&gt;マッシュルーム、輝きを増す&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35xZYlBgDF4/TiDuzUsEhWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1V-pviODX8Q/s1600/mushroom%2Bwill%2Bshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35xZYlBgDF4/TiDuzUsEhWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1V-pviODX8Q/s320/mushroom%2Bwill%2Bshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629762099707413858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-9096520313723614769?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9096520313723614769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9096520313723614769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/07/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35xZYlBgDF4/TiDuzUsEhWI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1V-pviODX8Q/s72-c/mushroom%2Bwill%2Bshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-9170623253502294843</id><published>2011-07-09T22:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:48:50.517+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>IanniX</title><content type='html'>IanniX&lt;br /&gt;IanniX is a graphical open-source sequencer, based on Iannis Xenakis works, for digital art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iannix.org/en/"&gt;http://www.iannix.org/en/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-9170623253502294843?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9170623253502294843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9170623253502294843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/07/iannix.html' title='IanniX'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5565425436300933852</id><published>2011-07-09T22:46:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T22:46:58.434+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. A man keeps talking with his colleague. You should take care. You should do carefully. A man should judge very carefully. A man  recalls recent. But a man doesn't previously advance. A man wanders the received word holding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。神妙な顔で近づくもう一人の男と親しげに会話を続ける。「気をつけた方がいい。あれは決して油断してはならない」。それは本来、とても慎重な判断を迫られる出来事だ。断片的なここ数週間の光景が脳裏を過ぎる。しかしだからと言って何かをする訳でもなく、何かをしない訳でもない。男は受け取った言葉を抱えて放浪する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5565425436300933852?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5565425436300933852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5565425436300933852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/07/text-for-turn-around_09.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1427256241946770999</id><published>2011-07-05T08:28:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:28:30.989+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The steeple at the center observes surrounding huts. Huts are built in an orderly. Of each has time. The wedge at time is asunder. So huts are very confused. People receive Panopticon. People live quietly. It rains in the evening and conceals the steeple. The wind blows and the hut is patted in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;中央の円塔が周囲の小屋達を監視する。小屋達は整然と建てられている。小屋達は各々が時間を持っている。時間の楔はばらばらだ。従って小屋達はとても混乱している。人々はパナプティコンを受容する。人々は静かに暮らす。夕方は雨が降り円塔を隠す。朝は風が吹き小屋を撫でる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1427256241946770999?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1427256241946770999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1427256241946770999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/07/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8805813878178251224</id><published>2011-06-28T23:10:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:10:22.760+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>The allegory is drawn in a quiet incunabula. &lt;br /&gt;静謐のインキュナブラに寓話見ゆ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep and I'm  holding a transcript. &lt;br /&gt;短夜に逆さ言葉の写本抱く&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rely on the light of the allegory. &lt;br /&gt;空観ずの寓話に一つ星明り&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8805813878178251224?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8805813878178251224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8805813878178251224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1940035438616728975</id><published>2011-06-22T03:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T03:41:15.631+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>oval dashes&lt;BR&gt;逃避行&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv6oJN2pwY8/TgDls6NFhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oOYFMHhaYmc/s1600/oval%2Bdashes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv6oJN2pwY8/TgDls6NFhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oOYFMHhaYmc/s320/oval%2Bdashes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620744894659527858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1940035438616728975?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1940035438616728975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1940035438616728975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vv6oJN2pwY8/TgDls6NFhLI/AAAAAAAAAEw/oOYFMHhaYmc/s72-c/oval%2Bdashes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-332481068822620726</id><published>2011-06-15T19:29:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T19:29:32.912+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's heterodoxy. Or, it's heretical. Gnosticist puts the seed. The seed becomes cosmos. A man. Belief that Ouroboros symbolizes. Transcript without loop index. A man loses the answer. It disappears when requesting. It appears if not request. The seventh gate. A man cannot solve. The passing time makes the space. A man is not be at anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それは異端ともいえる。また異教ともいえる。グノーシス派が残した種子。そこから発展したコスモス。ある男。ウロボロスに象徴される信念。ループインデックスを持たない写本を前に男は答を見失う。求めるとそれは消える。手を離すとそれはあらわれる。7番目のゲートで、そしてそれは決して結び目を解くことは出来ない。経過する時間が空間を生むが男にはどうする事も出来ない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-332481068822620726?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/332481068822620726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/332481068822620726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/text-for-turn-around_15.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2686398987417719471</id><published>2011-06-11T21:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T21:25:09.629+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Records and butterflies exhibited on the wall. A man listens to the house music. All butterfly's specimens are fixed with the pin. A man seriously looks at butterfly's specimen. The light of the room changes the color of butterfly. It's very vivid. The sound of the record goes small. But neither time nor the distance are causes. A man closes his wing and sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;壁一面のレコードと蝶。男はとても小さなボリュームでハウスミュージックを聴く。羽を広げた蝶の標本はどれも小さなピンでとめられている。男はそれを一つひとつ手に取っては、あらゆる角度から眺める。室内の明かりが蝶の羽を色とりどりの変化に巻き込んでゆく。レコードの音は次第に遠くなるがそれは時間と距離の問題ではなく、意識の問題だと男は考える。そして男は自身の小さな羽を畳んで眠る。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2686398987417719471?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2686398987417719471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2686398987417719471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/text-for-turn-around_11.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8836287499206047958</id><published>2011-06-04T09:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T09:41:31.503+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Rebecca Fin Simonetti</title><content type='html'>Rebecca Fin Simonetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rebeccafin.com/"&gt;http://rebeccafin.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8836287499206047958?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8836287499206047958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8836287499206047958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/rebecca-fin-simonetti.html' title='Rebecca Fin Simonetti'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6328865710371292231</id><published>2011-06-02T13:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:48:01.492+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man write down the story in the pocketbook. To preserve the story, a man always carry the book. A lot of stories are piled. Innumerable stories start driving out a man. A man is being captured by innumerable stories. In addition, the story attacks a man. Very frightening scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;男は手帳に言葉を書き留める。道すがら聞き及んだあらゆる物語を残しておく為に男は常に手帳を持っている。次第に積み重なる物語。しかし、やがて無数の物語が男を追い立てる日が訪れる。男は幾重にも折り重なる物語の行く末に圧されてすでに身動きが取れない。それでも書き留めるべき出来事は男に澱みなく語り続ける。それはとても恐ろしい光景だ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6328865710371292231?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6328865710371292231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6328865710371292231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/06/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2945009206506792893</id><published>2011-05-29T09:04:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T09:04:30.584+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>Wind that penetrates the glass, melancholy in May. &lt;br /&gt;硝子吹き薫風翔る朧坂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not more transparent than the glass though the wind penetrates eyes. &lt;br /&gt;風刻む眼裏に翳し硝子晶&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voices who hymn are transparent like the amorphous. &lt;br /&gt;頌栄の影馨る声　非晶質&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2945009206506792893?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2945009206506792893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2945009206506792893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/05/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-9063451074208898125</id><published>2011-05-21T10:16:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T10:16:38.124+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Calm wind shakes door. People are comfortably relieved. The waiter says that it's still cold in the outside, with a smile. People are embracing happiness closely. Particles float on the night sky invite the Magi. Lights in a distant building bless people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;外の穏やかな海風が小さく開いた扉を揺らす。心地よい風。それでも今はまだ寒いかもしれませんね、と笑顔で語るウェイター。人々はそれぞれに幸せを手にしてひとときを過ごす。マギを導く粒子が夜空を浮遊して建物の外へと人々を誘う。遠くのビル群の明かりが人々を祝福する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-9063451074208898125?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9063451074208898125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9063451074208898125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/05/text-for-turn-around_21.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1365198714081700094</id><published>2011-05-20T09:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T09:20:52.169+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Photo editor online - Pixlr.com edit image</title><content type='html'>Photo editor online - Pixlr.com edit image&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pixlr.com/"&gt;http://pixlr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1365198714081700094?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1365198714081700094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1365198714081700094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-editor-online-pixlrcom-edit-image.html' title='Photo editor online - Pixlr.com edit image'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7797635270885424752</id><published>2011-05-07T18:56:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T18:58:26.220+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memo'/><title type='text'>Alchemy</title><content type='html'>Yearning to fete, eternal silence&lt;br /&gt;Two lines delimit the orbit&lt;br /&gt;Hat and sword&lt;br /&gt;Dualism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The comet shines on the caricature&lt;br /&gt;Stands on the globe&lt;br /&gt;Voice and sign&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;垂直線と水平線が区切る円軌道。&lt;br /&gt;儀礼への理解、深い沈黙。&lt;br /&gt;二元論の行く末。&lt;br /&gt;帽子、剣。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彗星が照らす戯画。&lt;br /&gt;球体の上に立て。&lt;br /&gt;声と記号。&lt;br /&gt;雨。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7797635270885424752?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7797635270885424752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7797635270885424752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/05/alchemy.html' title='Alchemy'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4842334473077685748</id><published>2011-05-01T22:13:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:14:52.659+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>The dog barks in my room, yesterday&lt;BR&gt;内なるイヌ、吠える。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDvH0yVhcbA/Tb1crydi8eI/AAAAAAAAADo/RJ-bBDJOXaI/s1600/The%2Bdog%2Bbarks%2Bin%2Bmy%2Broom%2Byesterday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDvH0yVhcbA/Tb1crydi8eI/AAAAAAAAADo/RJ-bBDJOXaI/s320/The%2Bdog%2Bbarks%2Bin%2Bmy%2Broom%2Byesterday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601735418868593122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4842334473077685748?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4842334473077685748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4842334473077685748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/05/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kDvH0yVhcbA/Tb1crydi8eI/AAAAAAAAADo/RJ-bBDJOXaI/s72-c/The%2Bdog%2Bbarks%2Bin%2Bmy%2Broom%2Byesterday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-9197253856112969763</id><published>2011-05-01T21:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T21:15:42.964+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Frightening feasts are held in the downstairs every nights. A man. A man confesses the sin to the priest. The priest covers man's head from his neck with the epitrachil. A man cries. A man desires saving. The prayer wraps the confession. A big whirlpool and flies up high on the head. And, the prayer aims at the salt and the bread displayed to the front of the house where a man lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;毎晩のように階下で繰り広げられる恐ろしい宴。ある男。男は年に一度の告解の日にその大罪を司祭に告げる。司祭は首から掛けたエピタラヒリを男の頭に被せる。男は小さな涙を流す。救いを求める男。祈りは告解を包み込んで大きな渦を描き頭上高く舞い上がる。そして男の住む家の軒先に並べられた塩とパンを目指す。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-9197253856112969763?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9197253856112969763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9197253856112969763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/05/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1527019607902239937</id><published>2011-04-23T20:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:43:16.326+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>It's like the shimmer though the roof shakes. &lt;br /&gt;風下に屋根震う空、陽炎の先の先&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slash draws night sky. Close eyes and imagines. &lt;br /&gt;空観ずを描く景星　斜線交差&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the shimmer is scenery of the vision and the imagination. &lt;br /&gt;陽炎のうつつ空観ず水月の通り&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1527019607902239937?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1527019607902239937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1527019607902239937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/04/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2246927030042529205</id><published>2011-04-17T09:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:28:10.142+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Slasher became the lights&lt;BR&gt;スラッシャー、光へ。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkLJToWOTzY/Taoz57DtnHI/AAAAAAAAADg/bYQcgWjkFAM/s1600/Slasher%2Bbecame%2Bthe%2Blights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkLJToWOTzY/Taoz57DtnHI/AAAAAAAAADg/bYQcgWjkFAM/s320/Slasher%2Bbecame%2Bthe%2Blights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596342557160086642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2246927030042529205?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2246927030042529205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2246927030042529205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/04/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bkLJToWOTzY/Taoz57DtnHI/AAAAAAAAADg/bYQcgWjkFAM/s72-c/Slasher%2Bbecame%2Bthe%2Blights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7093495745166578314</id><published>2011-04-17T09:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T09:24:24.900+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memo'/><title type='text'>Nomads</title><content type='html'>They are not loved by the settlers. They sing, they dance. The outside is ,in a word, "others" for them. They become their hometowns all sceneries all over the world instead of abandoning own. They have been liberated by them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;彼らは定住民からは愛されない。彼らは歌い、彼らは踊る。彼らにとって取り囲む全ての外部環境はすなわち他者だ。彼らは所有することを放棄するかわりに世界中のあらゆる景色が彼らの故郷になる。彼らは、彼ら自身から解放されている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7093495745166578314?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7093495745166578314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7093495745166578314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/04/nomads.html' title='Nomads'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4992837335359203875</id><published>2011-04-13T10:49:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:50:16.638+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Myth of Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Myth of Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;明日の神話&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asunoshinwa.or.jp/"&gt;http://www.asunoshinwa.or.jp/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4992837335359203875?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4992837335359203875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4992837335359203875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/04/myth-of-tomorrow.html' title='Myth of Tomorrow'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8522440675457383471</id><published>2011-04-08T08:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:43:54.531+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;10 partners. And guard in front of door. A man talks. A man talks in a hurry. 9 people hear a man's story. The guard is looking at a distant steeple. The flag shakes on the steeple. A man talks unconsciously. The blueprint on the table. The sign trembles small on the blueprint. A man's words chase the blueprint. The guard observes the flag. The world has been changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;円卓を囲む10人ほどの当事者と扉の前に立つ番人。1人の男が口火を切る。男は性急且つ間断なくしゃべり続ける。9人が聞き入る。番人は遠くの尖塔に揺れる旗を眺めている。言葉は男の意思とは関係なく次々と飛び出す。卓上に広げられた大きな図面にちりばめられた記号が小さく震えている。飛散した言葉が図面を覆う。番人は揺らめく旗を注意深く観察する事で風向きが変わりつつあることを確信する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8522440675457383471?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8522440675457383471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8522440675457383471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/04/text-for-turn-around_08.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1623956173310227636</id><published>2011-04-03T17:54:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T17:54:28.245+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The seagull with a big wing is turning. The boat is floating on the lake. The seagull rushes aiming at the boat. The seagull dives. The seagull rises immediately before colliding with the boat. The seagull leaves the boat the wing. The wing has shot the weak light. The wing has the mind. The mind makes the boat advanced. The boat arrives at the shore. The seagull is turning overhead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;頭上高く旋回する翼の大きな鳥。眼下には湖面に揺れる舟。湖面に向かって急降下する鳥は舟をめがけて突進する。決して躊躇しない。湖面に到達する直前、翼の角度を鮮やかに変えながら鳥は再び上昇する。舟底に残された1片の細長い羽が弱い光を放っている。羽にはある種の思想が宿っており、舟を押し出す。やがて舟は岸辺に辿り着く。鳥は頭上で旋回する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1623956173310227636?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1623956173310227636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1623956173310227636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/04/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-981051375301950271</id><published>2011-03-26T23:11:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:11:31.666+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>Am uneasy and grip the glass gem. &lt;br /&gt;春月の滲む掌　硝子玉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disappeared momentarily and was swallowed to the sea of spring. &lt;br /&gt;硝子売りさえ崩れせし春の海&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light is a little in power saving. Starry sky is dazzled.&lt;br /&gt;虚ろ坂かすけき夜の銀河濃し&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-981051375301950271?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/981051375301950271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/981051375301950271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4215676991814469672</id><published>2011-03-19T12:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T12:27:53.898+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>undulation&lt;BR&gt;うねり。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YaY4QGFVI/TYQin1swGoI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yt8lZ6jSdtY/s1600/undulation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YaY4QGFVI/TYQin1swGoI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yt8lZ6jSdtY/s320/undulation.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585627505671281282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4215676991814469672?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4215676991814469672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4215676991814469672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a8YaY4QGFVI/TYQin1swGoI/AAAAAAAAADY/Yt8lZ6jSdtY/s72-c/undulation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6447168145053557849</id><published>2011-03-13T14:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T14:41:51.146+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The floor shakes quietly. Generally, the upper floor shakes slowly. People don't worry. But the earthquake continues. The entire floor shakes slowly gradually widely. People notice abnormally. People look about around. Collapsing bookshelf. Moving cabinet. Warm sunlight. The airplane is seen in the distant sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;床が静かに揺れる。高層階特有のゆっくりとした揺れ方。やがて収まる事だろうと気にも留めない。しかし揺れは続く。しだいに大きくゆっくりとフロア全体がゆれる。さすがに尋常ではない事に気付く。あたりを見渡す。崩れる書棚。動くキャビネット。暖かい射光。遠くの空に飛行機が見える。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6447168145053557849?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6447168145053557849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6447168145053557849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/text-for-turn-around_13.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5716035084385264449</id><published>2011-03-06T10:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:51:31.286+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Google Art Project</title><content type='html'>Google Art Project&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.googleartproject.com/"&gt;http://www.googleartproject.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5716035084385264449?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5716035084385264449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5716035084385264449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/google-art-project.html' title='Google Art Project'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2074955267416751531</id><published>2011-03-06T10:47:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T10:49:24.685+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;People solemnly nominate the shepherd. People give the shepherd the cane and the whistle. The shepherd slowly receives these. The shepherd raises the cane to overhead. And, the shepherd swears to evade all the misfortunes and to defend. People watch it. The hut lights all night long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;住民たちによって牧人が静かに選ばれる。選ばれた牧人には牧杖と角笛が与えられる。牧人はこれをゆっくりと差し出した両手で受け取る。そして杖を持ち上げる。牧人はあらゆる災難を回避して守り抜くことを杖にかけて誓う。住民は見守る。小屋の明かりはいつまでも灯っている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2074955267416751531?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2074955267416751531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2074955267416751531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/text-for-turn-around_06.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4874484465362386203</id><published>2011-03-04T08:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T08:30:44.282+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. A man looks up at a small hole of the wall of the brick. Tiny holes are in the space between the brick and the brick. The weak light streams. Slash of several light. The floor is shone on. The clock shakes light. A man is quietly confused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。積み上がるレンガの壁の小さな穴を見上げる。小さな穴はレンガとレンガの隙間にあり、僅かな光をこちら側に投げかける。何本かの光の斜線がこちら側を微かに照らす。時を刻む柱時計の音が光源を揺らす。男は静かに混乱する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4874484465362386203?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4874484465362386203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4874484465362386203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/03/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6175360608383056255</id><published>2011-02-26T13:37:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T13:38:02.777+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>The snow melts it goes back to being lights and sticks in eyes.&lt;br /&gt;雪の解に粒子惑いて眼刻む&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes copy the reality with the smell of paraffin. &lt;br /&gt;パラフィンの溶解、眼裏の謄写版&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calculation man conceals analyzing in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;集計士　ラジオゾンデの逃避眼&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6175360608383056255?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6175360608383056255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6175360608383056255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/02/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1424704155808484855</id><published>2011-02-19T13:55:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T13:56:44.005+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Le site officiel de Pascal Ayerbe</title><content type='html'>Le site officiel de Pascal Ayerbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pascalayerbe.com/"&gt;http://www.pascalayerbe.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1424704155808484855?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1424704155808484855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1424704155808484855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/02/le-site-officiel-de-pascal-ayerbe.html' title='Le site officiel de Pascal Ayerbe'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5492443326021509479</id><published>2011-02-13T20:46:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T20:48:01.895+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Wrist, and turn away&lt;BR&gt;手首、それから左側に気をつける人。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEwl3zJwPGw/TVfE0S0UfZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WwiTRmUAyrY/s1600/Wrist%252C%2Band%2Bturn%2Baway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEwl3zJwPGw/TVfE0S0UfZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WwiTRmUAyrY/s320/Wrist%252C%2Band%2Bturn%2Baway.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573139466577804690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5492443326021509479?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5492443326021509479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5492443326021509479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/02/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HEwl3zJwPGw/TVfE0S0UfZI/AAAAAAAAADQ/WwiTRmUAyrY/s72-c/Wrist%252C%2Band%2Bturn%2Baway.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7683378110714232445</id><published>2011-02-12T21:10:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T21:10:59.851+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;I despaired. Because I had to begin from the beginning again though I completed everything. Husserl says. A man. A man fears Husserl's word. Big indifference catches a man. The answer is never found though a man closes his eyes. The light of heavens wraps man's shadow before long slowly. A man sleeps deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;全てが終わり、その最後の最後に、再び私ははじめからやり直さなければならないということを悟った。フッサールは言う。ある男。男はフッサールの言葉に慄く。広大な無関心が男を捕らえて離さない。男は目を閉じるが答えは決して見つからない。やがてゆっくりと天上の明かりが男の影を包み込む。男はいつのまにか眠りにつく。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7683378110714232445?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7683378110714232445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7683378110714232445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/02/text-for-turn-around_12.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2662147723690838820</id><published>2011-02-09T14:27:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:27:42.032+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It is a very small session. People relax and have gathered in the garden. A quiet conversation starts by the man. The first trifling conversation. It comes to the nitty-gritty gradually. The melody vibrates the circumambient air and is running in the sky. People look up into the sky. Wave motion becomes a big circle. And disappears in the sky. People looks for a small period. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それはとても小さなセッションで、人々はそれぞれにもっともリラックスできるスタイルで庭に集まっている。一人の合図で静かなやり取りがはじまる。はじめはとても些細な出来事についての確認、やがて核心へとテーマがうつっていく。旋律は大きなうねりをもって周囲の空気を振動させる。その波動が空を駆け上がる。人々は空を見上げる。波動は大きなサークルになり、やがて空に消えてゆく。人々の感嘆が小さな終止符を探す。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2662147723690838820?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2662147723690838820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2662147723690838820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/02/text-for-turn-around_09.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2792640166952494228</id><published>2011-02-05T13:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T14:00:21.596+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Winter butterflies gather in the light of the steeple in winter. A man looks for the map in the basement. Winter butterflies carries the small  blue thing and crowds. The purpose is shown in the map. Uneasiness turns the lights off. The light pours down over the basement. The grit  winter butterflies carried pours down over the ground. The map buries by a lot of signs and is carried out. The grit pours down over people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;冬蝶が尖塔の灯りを慕って空を揺蕩う。ある男、地下室で地図を探す。ひとつ、ふたつと冬蝶が小さな不安を運び込む。先行きはそこに示されている。降り積もる不安が灯りを覆い、あたりは薄暗くなる。地下室に差し込む明かり。冬蝶の運び込んだ砂塵はやがて尖塔から地上に降り注ぐ。地図は多くの見知らぬ記号で埋め尽くされている。人々は望むことなく砂塵を全身に浴びる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2792640166952494228?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2792640166952494228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2792640166952494228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/02/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2621513039817495143</id><published>2011-01-30T14:32:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:32:43.217+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>The Rose, hymn, abstraction picture and organ of winter.&lt;br /&gt;冬薔薇　聖歌　朧絵　手風琴&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for the relief by the hymn. &lt;br /&gt;虚ろ坂　解探す影　聖歌追う&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the light of the doxology and Le Charme discret.&lt;br /&gt;頌栄の　光背負いて　秘かな愉しみ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2621513039817495143?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2621513039817495143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2621513039817495143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7723376511365989938</id><published>2011-01-26T08:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T08:58:13.233+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The snow reflects by the sun. The man walks up a sidewalk with the syllabus. A small point appears far away. The man meditates. The outline becomes clear. The man doesn't notice though the pavement has been soaked in water, and people are soaking  in the ankle. The thought will appear before long. The man walks in the pavement toward the shadow. The thought wraps the man, and the night comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;陽光に照らされて眩しく反射する雪片。シラバスを手にした青年が歩道を横切る。白く区切られた斜線の果てに見える点描。青年は思索に耽る。光を受けて明らかになる輪郭。歩道は水に浸されており、人々は踝までその水に漬かっているが青年は気づかない。やがて射光を遮るほどに姿を現す思念。青年は歩道の行く末に見える大きな影に向かって歩く。思念が青年を包容し、やがて日が沈む。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7723376511365989938?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7723376511365989938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7723376511365989938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/01/text-for-turn-around_26.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2541142967029949279</id><published>2011-01-04T21:40:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:41:27.066+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>The planetary orbit&lt;BR&gt;惑星軌道。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TSMVYZSHnUI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_Tn3rOFl4Q/s1600/planetary_orbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TSMVYZSHnUI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_Tn3rOFl4Q/s320/planetary_orbit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558309873953250626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2541142967029949279?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2541142967029949279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2541142967029949279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/01/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TSMVYZSHnUI/AAAAAAAAADE/5_Tn3rOFl4Q/s72-c/planetary_orbit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5429101172208233897</id><published>2011-01-03T20:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:06:56.161+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Virtual Drum Machines at Audio Playground</title><content type='html'>Virtual Drum Machines at Audio Playground &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.keyboardmuseum.com/d_machines/vdrums.html"&gt;http://www.keyboardmuseum.com/d_machines/vdrums.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5429101172208233897?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5429101172208233897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5429101172208233897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/01/virtual-drum-machines-at-audio.html' title='Virtual Drum Machines at Audio Playground'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-3750333216906002253</id><published>2011-01-03T20:03:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:04:22.499+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;People are queuing up in front of the outmoded building. People are angry. It's very cold. People are very uneasy. A man. A man is queuing up at long time. And, a man reaches the entrance in the building at last. A man enters the building. The inside is very calm. People happily exchange the conversation. A man also joins. A chaotic as usual  follows to the outside. The door will open before long. People enter the banquet hall. The flame of the fireplace shakes. People are looking at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;少々古びた建物の入口から果てしない行列が続いている。通りに飛び交う怒号。寒空の下、不安を隠さない人々。ある男。男が並びはじめてから、だいぶ時間が経っている。そしてようやく建物の入口まで辿り着く。男はゆっくりと建物の中に入る。外の喧騒から一転してとても穏やかな空気が流れている。人々は美酒に酔い、時折の笑顔を交えながら会話をかわす。男もその輪に加わる。ふと外を見ると相変わらず混沌とした行列が見える。一向に進まない行列。やがて扉が開く。行列から開放された幾人かが大広間に入る。暖炉の炎が外気に揺れる。人々はそれを眺めている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-3750333216906002253?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3750333216906002253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3750333216906002253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/01/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6988967849314418084</id><published>2011-01-03T20:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T20:03:11.213+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memo'/><title type='text'>Echo</title><content type='html'>I understood Tumblr only finally a little. It's very interesting. I should carefully use it/I was very busy recently. So I made only short pieces music that used hand reaches tool. But it's very interesting/I drew the picture. I know the picture cannot be drawn well. But I drew/I listened to a lot of music. But I do not record my impression before. Music makes me rouse new feelings whenever listening. I like such music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;私はTumblrの使い方にようやく気付いた。とても面白いので注意深く使用する必要がある◆私は最近とても慌しかった。色々あった。手近なツールを使ったとても短い楽曲しか製作しなかったが、それはとても面白かった◆そして私は絵を描いた。私は絵を上手に描けない事を知っている。それでも構わずに描いた◆沢山のオンガクを聴いたが以前のように感想は残していない。しかしオンガクは聴くたびに新しい気持ちを喚起させる。というかそういうオンガクが好きだ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6988967849314418084?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6988967849314418084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6988967849314418084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2011/01/echo.html' title='Echo'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-9179839105651483610</id><published>2010-12-26T12:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:02:08.937+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>The Milky Way shines on the mercury lamp.&lt;br /&gt;水銀の放電照らす冬銀河&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green lion devouring the sun in the basement.&lt;br /&gt;地下室の太陽を呑む緑のライオン&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosopher's lead is a signal of the paradox. &lt;br /&gt;哲学者の鉛、パラドクスの合図&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-9179839105651483610?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9179839105651483610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/9179839105651483610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/12/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-723120778752280972</id><published>2010-12-18T22:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:36:11.936+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. A man closes his eyes. His eyelid is so chaotic. A man finds the garden to the other side of the corridor. But cannot reach at last there. A man slips out the clamor and goes to the rooftop. Happiness. Party in basement. A man plays the piano. The band performs happily. Moreover a man doesn't see the steeple even if he looks up. Telex failure. Unsettled reconciliation. Sunshine filtering through foliage. Quiet room. Anything doesn't move. A man doesn't have the words that should be talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。目を閉じる。なにしろ混沌としている。回廊の向こうに庭園が見える。しかしそこには中々辿り着けない。それならと喧騒を抜け出して屋上へ向かう。幸せ。地下室のパーティー。鳴り響くバンドの饗宴。見上げても尖塔をとらえることが出来ない。届かないテレックス。未解決の和解。木漏れ日。静かな部屋。何も動かない。語るべきコトバもない。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-723120778752280972?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/723120778752280972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/723120778752280972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-for-turn-around_18.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2271722624364895388</id><published>2010-12-14T08:37:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T08:37:25.681+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Lost At E Minor</title><content type='html'>Lost At E Minor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostateminor.com/"&gt;http://www.lostateminor.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2271722624364895388?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2271722624364895388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2271722624364895388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/12/lost-at-e-minor.html' title='Lost At E Minor'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-3402272215021255585</id><published>2010-12-13T16:41:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:41:39.367+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;It's like acquittal. When shown, it's exempted from responsibility. A man. It's exactly necessary for a man now. But not found. There is nothing. A man is in a hurry. A man doesn't have the good idea. Fear of conviction. The floor where a small fragment of ore disperses shoots the cold. The prophecy is projected to the wall. The immunity is fragile. A man understands. A man cannot do anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;それはある種の免罪符のようなものであり、赦しというものがあるとすれば、それを示しさえすれば放免されるというような類のものであった。ある男。男は今、それがまさに必要な局面を迎えている。男はそれを示そうと手元の布袋を手繰る。しかしそれは見当たらない。次第に焦りの色を浮かべる男。あらゆる手立てを講じるべく方策が頭を巡るが妙案は浮かばない。差し迫る断罪の恐怖。鉱石の小さなかけらが飛散した床が非情な冷たさを放つ。そしてやがて起こる出来事が壁の大きな染みに投影される。赦しというものがあるとしてもそれは一瞬にして覆されるものだと男は理解する。男はなす術も無く立ち尽くす。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-3402272215021255585?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3402272215021255585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/3402272215021255585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-for-turn-around_13.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-5604281342627603618</id><published>2010-12-09T23:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:28:25.416+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Both hands are slowly opened. There is a transparent small particle there. Light passes the prism. And, an open palm is shone on dazzling. A man. A man keeps watching light in his hand. Light pierces through the room and heads for the outside. A man knows where the light came. A man knows where the light goes. He knows the answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;手をゆっくり開く。そこには小さい透明な粒子が載っている。小さなプリズムを通して光が屈折する。そして開いた手のひらを眩く照らす。ある男。男は手の中の光に見入っている。光は部屋を突き抜けて外へと向かっている。男はその光がどこからやって来たのか、そしてどこへ向かっているのかを知っている。少なくともそれを答える自信がある。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-5604281342627603618?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5604281342627603618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/5604281342627603618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-for-turn-around_09.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6616833602664339310</id><published>2010-12-05T00:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T00:13:47.844+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Sunlight streams between the snow and the cloud. Light carves the shadow of the forest. And the wind scoops trees' drippings. A man. A man crosses a white field. And stops in front of crevasse. A man looks down at crevasse. An innumerable crystal has accumulated there. A man close his eyes in a hurry and shuts out light. But the particle pierces through man's eyelid. A man is quietly drowned in light. A man tries surfacing. A thin, powerful light prevents the man's surfacing. A man entrusts everything to light. Conifers are quietly observing man's appearance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;降り積もった雪と厚い雲の合間から陽光が差し込む。光のふちを辿ってしなやかな丘陵に雪影を刻む樹々。そして樹々の雫を掬う風。ある男。男は白い大地を横切り、やがていつの間にか出現したcrevasseの前で立ち止まる。男がcrevasseをのぞき見るとそこには無数の結晶が堆積している。男は急いで目を閉じて光を遮るが、それでも粒子は光景を突き抜けて眼裏を目指す。男はなす術も無く光の中で静かに溺れていく。ここから抜け出すためには手探りで浮上するしかない。細く力強い陽光の羽ばたきが男の浮上を阻む。しかしその一方で男を導く。走り行く呼吸と広がる夢の中で男は全てを光にゆだねる。やがて森を形成するであろう針葉樹が今は息を潜めて男の様子を見守っている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6616833602664339310?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6616833602664339310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6616833602664339310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/12/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-7402840508753087993</id><published>2010-11-23T16:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T16:49:20.518+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Like This Parade - All I want for the winter day (short)</title><content type='html'>Like This Parade - All I want for the winter day (short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/---dDozsiHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ja_JP&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/---dDozsiHg?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=ja_JP&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7402840508753087993?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7402840508753087993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7402840508753087993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/11/like-this-parade-all-i-want-for-winter.html' title='Like This Parade - All I want for the winter day (short)'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6072659356351252937</id><published>2010-11-21T22:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T22:13:28.995+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Might the very long stairs. The rooftop is a small chapel. An indecent bar in the downstairs performs unstable music. Andante of cello trembles little by little. Sad reverberations. Confusion surrounds the prayer. A man. A man climbs the slope holding a small pain. But it is never opened. A faint sound of cranial bones catches the prayer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある意味、とても長いとも言える上り坂を登る。そこは祈りを捧げる小さな空間になっている。階下ではとても猥雑な酒場が不安定な音楽を振りまいている。小刻みに震えるチェロのアンダンテが悲しい余韻を残す。周囲の渾然一体とした空気が祈りの声を取り囲む。ある男。男は小さな痛みを抱えて坂を登る。しかし決して開放される事はない。頭骨の微かな前後動が動揺を包囲する。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6072659356351252937?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6072659356351252937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6072659356351252937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/11/text-for-turn-around_21.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1620739389290325011</id><published>2010-11-17T09:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:00:29.937+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Stylophonica</title><content type='html'>Stylophonica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stylophonica.com/"&gt;http://www.stylophonica.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1620739389290325011?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1620739389290325011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1620739389290325011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/11/stylophonica.html' title='Stylophonica'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1634251185291119391</id><published>2010-11-12T18:48:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T18:48:40.152+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>I hold with the moon and tiredness on November night. &lt;br /&gt;小春夜の追いし朔もて虚ろ坂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight is as weak as a man hanging in midair.&lt;br /&gt;朔影にうつせ身の朧　逆さ歌&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run away and play the organ while chasing the moon. &lt;br /&gt;逃避行　朔夜背負いて風琴奏づ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1634251185291119391?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1634251185291119391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1634251185291119391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6190385036246516692</id><published>2010-11-09T01:57:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:57:59.549+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. He has a light blue, transparent umbrella. A man tries to go to the waterside. A man saysm he is going to the child in the bottom of the water to meet. A man walks dashingly. People who walk on the street suspect a man. A man asks the place. Where is the nearest lake? But people don't know the waterside. A man keeps walking and pop open an umbrella. Even his ankle is already wet because of the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;その男は透き通る水色の傘を片手に水辺を目指して歩いている。水底にいる子供に会いに行くんですよ、颯爽と歩く男。行き交う人々の不審な目をよそに、男は湖の場所を尋ねる。ところでここから一番近い湖はどこにありますか。しかし道行く人々は湖を知らない。男は気にするでもなく歩き続ける。随分歩いたかと思う頃、男は傘を広げる。男は既に踝まで闇に濡れている。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6190385036246516692?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6190385036246516692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6190385036246516692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/11/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6185060388061751206</id><published>2010-11-03T17:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:38:32.416+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>Botanical garden in Seattle&lt;BR&gt;シアトル郊外の庭園。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TSMUPn2gieI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BZffx7yCinU/s1600/tumblr_le17w3GFKC1qzkbswo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TSMUPn2gieI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BZffx7yCinU/s320/tumblr_le17w3GFKC1qzkbswo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558308623733524962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6185060388061751206?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6185060388061751206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6185060388061751206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/11/painting-for-turn-around.html' title='Painting for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TSMUPn2gieI/AAAAAAAAAC8/BZffx7yCinU/s72-c/tumblr_le17w3GFKC1qzkbswo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-6129650841640170836</id><published>2010-10-28T00:03:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T00:03:59.467+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Men and women are dancing the good harvest. It's a very tempting dance. The citizens dislike the dance. It's a blasphemy of morality. The priest wanted to prohibit such a dance. Men and women gather in the flag while dancing. The flag is their refuges. They think they can have honor if oneself can be defended. The temptation shines the flag. Their honor is defended. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;収穫を祝って男と女が互いに踊っている。それはとても誘惑的な踊りだ。市民たちはその踊りを見て眉をひそめる。とても許しがたい踊りだった。司祭はこうした踊りが市民の間に流行する事を恐れていた。踊りながら人々はやがて旗のもとに集結する。自分の身を守る為だ。自分の身を守ることが出来る者のみが名誉をもつことが出来ると人々は考えていた。そして誘惑は旗をひらめかせ、名誉を守った。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-6129650841640170836?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6129650841640170836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/6129650841640170836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/10/text-for-turn-around_28.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4308997849055167739</id><published>2010-10-23T19:02:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T19:07:08.164+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='URL'/><title type='text'>Hideo Kobayashi</title><content type='html'>Hideo Kobayashi&lt;br /&gt;小林秀雄實記&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kobayashihideo.cdx.jp/index.html"&gt;http://kobayashihideo.cdx.jp/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4308997849055167739?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4308997849055167739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4308997849055167739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/10/hideo-kobayashi.html' title='Hideo Kobayashi'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8745944455454619144</id><published>2010-10-17T21:58:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:58:52.412+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A lot of expressions were carved there and they were parts of a grand decoration, when I headed for the wilderness that extended forward and felt all were visions, the exception is only one and I knew the act that a man who had grasped a lot of black strings had to do and I plot the narrator appear in Sophoklés's drama. I wrote these in the memo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;そこには無数の表情が刻まれてあり、牛頭はそれらを囲む大きな装飾の一部であり、さらに前方に広がる屋根の無い場所に踏み込めば、ただ一つを除いては全てが幻影である事が分かり、千もの漆黒の糸を握りしめた男がその場で何をすべきかについて迷う事はなく、だからこそ対峙するソフォクレスの戯曲に語り手を登場させることになった、と無数のメモを費やした荒い筆致で書かれていた。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8745944455454619144?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8745944455454619144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8745944455454619144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/10/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-994171228376222745</id><published>2010-10-11T21:15:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:15:43.238+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='micro-micropop'/><title type='text'>Short text</title><content type='html'>The transcript is traced and sinks in the water. &lt;br /&gt;文字辿る指にて写本を沈めたり&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word is drawn in the water. Signs do not remain. &lt;br /&gt;指浸す水面に刻め文字ひとつ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autumn lightly reflects to the surface of the water. &lt;br /&gt;十六夜の水面に揺れる天球儀&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-994171228376222745?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/994171228376222745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/994171228376222745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-text.html' title='Short text'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2263427866186623819</id><published>2010-10-06T21:18:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:19:45.185+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Like This Parade'/><title type='text'>Painting for turn around</title><content type='html'>What the Sciences Nomad separates?&lt;BR&gt;遊牧民の知が切り離す何かについて。&lt;BR&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TKxpODEvu5I/AAAAAAAAACo/ey4goFOxRf4/s1600/4paintings-101006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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The bird whispers. A man disregarded bird's whisper. And, I did not hesitate. The bird says. A man closed his eyes. The bird says, but. A man ties the mind. Every day, all things pass me. How do I accept. The bird watches a man. A man collapses. Man's shape is pulled apart. Man's mind peels off and falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最初に色彩を、次に形を手放したと鳥が囁く。男はそのつぶやきをやり過ごす。それ以来、私は迷う事が無くなったと鳥は続ける。男は目を閉じる。しかし、と鳥はそこで声を落とす。男は心を迷わせない。あらゆる出来事が私の目の前をだた通り過ぎるだけの毎日をいかに受け入れるか。と鳥は眼差しを男に向ける。男は次第に瓦解する。カタチが引き離され、色が剥がれ落ちる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-7892291721327927804?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7892291721327927804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/7892291721327927804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/09/text-for-turn-around_25.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2722860120739544449</id><published>2010-09-23T20:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T20:39:08.434+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Shepherd puts up the cane and the hat on ground. Shepherd patiently explains innocence. People judge he is innocent. As for the disaster while shepherd is sleeping, he is innocent. It becomes the judicial precedent of Sontheim. He sings in a pure voice. It is a sign of rain. Shepherd cannot participate in Zunft. Shepherd spends winter in a small hut. Shepherd becomes independent for an own obligation. Wisdom of shepherd is mysterious. People have contempt and fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牧人が杖をたてて帽子を置く。牧人は自分に責任が無いことを辛抱強く説明する。結果、人々は彼が眠っている間に起きたこの惨事について彼を放免することに決める。それは後にSontheimの判例になった。罪から開放された牧人が清らかな声で歌う。それは雨のしるしである。牧人はZunftに入る事が許されていなかった。そして冬のあいだも小さな小屋で季節をやり過ごす事になった。牧人は放牧の穏やかな時間が課す責任を果たすために自立せざるを得ない。そこで得た知恵はある種の神秘を伴うものである。人々は蔑視と畏怖をもって牧人に接する事になる。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2722860120739544449?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2722860120739544449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2722860120739544449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/09/text-for-turn-around_23.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-1009483746826104369</id><published>2010-09-19T10:31:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T10:31:38.957+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deck'/><title type='text'>Text for the Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for the Deck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A woman has been encircled by the angel, the eagle, the lion, and the bull. The woman is dancing. Orbit to accept all tohubohus. The alchemist reached the goal at last. New life in orbit. Circle of recurrence. Repeated will and search. Negative and positive of energy. Circulation of confined anthropos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある女。天使、鷲、ライオン、そして雄牛に囲まれて女は踊っている。あらゆる混沌を受け入れる円軌道。錬金術師が辿り着いたゴール。探求の終わり。円軌道に宿る新しいいのち。回帰の輪。繰り返される意志と探求の絶頂。エネルギーの正と負。閉じ込められたアントロポスの循環。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-1009483746826104369?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1009483746826104369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/1009483746826104369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/09/text-for-deck_19.html' title='Text for the Deck'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-2780767723223984239</id><published>2010-09-10T12:45:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T12:45:41.237+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Children are singing back of the sofa. Children pass the corridor while singing and go to a small room. The impact noise will affect the corridor before long. Eerie air. A man comes to be worried. A man heads for the room. An old-fashioned telephone rings the bell in the corridor. A man closes his ears. A man opens the door of the room. The confused scale inside. Children became small are enticed in the hanging. Silence. A man tries to understand he is confused. But it's impossible. The reduced scale goes mad. The room extends gradually. A man sees the corridor. A shoreless horizon has extended there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ソファの後で恐るべき子供たちが歌っている。歌いながら彼らは回廊を過ぎて狭い部屋に入っていく。やがて鈍い音が回廊に響く。不穏な空気。男は部屋の様子を確かめるべく歩いていく。回廊の旧式の電話がベルを鳴らす。男は耳をふさぎ、部屋の扉をあける。中は混沌とした縮尺。とても小さくなった子供たちがハンガーに吊られている。静寂。男は自分が混乱していることを理解しようとしたが、とても整理しきれるものではない。縮尺はさらにおかしくなっていく。部屋はしだいに広がりを見せる。男は回廊を振り向くが、そこには果てしない地平線が広がるばかりだ。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-2780767723223984239?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2780767723223984239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/2780767723223984239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/09/text-for-turn-around_10.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-8093034265513338773</id><published>2010-09-04T09:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T09:43:32.739+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deck'/><title type='text'>Text for the Deck</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for the Deck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man fights against the lion. A man realizes the lion is an own shadow. This is the moment of the ego enhancing and awaking. A man hangs on own space that is not the ground, not heaven either. A man relies on string of fantasy. A man is calm. Jung said, development is done by the descent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ライオンと対決する男。あるとき、男はライオンが自らの影であることに気付く。自我拡張と覚醒の瞬間が訪れたのだ。宙でもなく地上でもない、自ら作り出した場に吊るされ、その幻想の糸に身を任せる男。逆さづりのまま、静寂と内的な幸福を手にしてとても穏やかな表情をしている。ユングは言う、発達は下降によって行われると。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-8093034265513338773?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8093034265513338773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/8093034265513338773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/09/text-for-deck.html' title='Text for the Deck'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4738780118219431670.post-4121662380338828432</id><published>2010-09-02T17:20:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:20:22.733+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Micropop'/><title type='text'>Text for turn around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Text for turn around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;BR&gt;A man. He stands in the deck. The quay is seen from the deck. Air with damp south seas. The distant sky. Rain pours down over horizon. The rain cloud approaches the ship. Wind blows deck and comes off. Several drops, after that, rain hits the deck. Shaking shallop. A man sees the surface of the sea. The surface of the sea swings. A man tries to understand the surface of the sea. The surface of the sea response to his thought. The particle scatters to the ocean intersects with the raindrop and the whisper comes and goes. A man hears the conversation. The more he tries to hear the whisper, the more he is wrapped in the serene silence. Light will stream to the deck before long. Rain stopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ある男。甲板に立つ。岸壁が見える。やや湿った南洋の空気。遠くの空、地平線へ降り立つ霧のような雨。次第に雨雲が船に近づいてくる。甲板を吹き抜ける風。数滴の雨粒。それから大粒の雨が甲板を打つ。揺れる小舟。男は海原に目をやる。揺れ動き複雑な形状を示す海面。男は海面の様々な形を思う。海面は思念に呼応して浮き上がる。海原に飛び散る粒子は雨粒と交叉して様々な囁きが行き交う。男は会話に耳を傾ける。囁きを聴こうとすればするほど、辺りは静謐に包まれる。やがて甲板に光が差し込む。雨が止んだのだ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4738780118219431670-4121662380338828432?l=ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4121662380338828432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4738780118219431670/posts/default/4121662380338828432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ltp-ahandreaches.blogspot.com/2010/09/text-for-turn-around.html' title='Text for turn around'/><author><name>LTP</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07777484192226286760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yUuSlZr9D4s/TJ1DFJSqNxI/AAAAAAAAACI/CQhrO65iVns/S220/LTP%2B.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
