In Japan for Twenty Years, my favorite holiday was what English might call the Feast of All Souls -- it was when the ancestors visited and I would see cucumbers and egg-plants w/ chopsticks for legs when walking down the quarter-mile path (with no g'damn cars) from my apartment -- always poor, always renting -- and somewhere in my notebooks (maybe i will find it and post it here) is a fat egg-plant sitting on its butt. I imagine the ancestor in from the Milky Way just slid right down off its butt when he or she landed! I must go back to japan, which for all its crassness, is still enchanted. But, Halloween, despite the rumors of razor blades keeps the USA sane and I love it. A church on Key Biscayne always goes all out for pumpkins and odd gourds. I do not attend (except on Easter to see the sun rise from the ocean), but I bow to that acceptance of pagan materialism, materialism in the good sense described by Allen Watts in his best book, "Does It Matter?" I had no camera to capture those gourds, but the Epson printer (short-lived for its white ribbon scraped and marked the glass and humidity created an arora borealis inside the glass!) i had did something my current printer does not: it focused not only on what touched its bed but what was above it, so i laid these gourds on it. Later i adjusted the scans with the free ms photo editor which unfortunately made it all only 96dpi. (I cannot afford adobe photo shop and the wonderful Irfan view which allows all sorts of dpi has few editing functions).
Causes Robin Gill Supports
I have been told by readers inspired by my books that they went to work for NGO's because they read my book, but I have been a pauper for so many years now...