June 14th would have been Ko Murobushi 's birthday. June 18th will be the 5th anniversary of his death. He was one of my butoh teachers. Last year I wrote some words for his birthday, but did not publish them at that time. I reworked them now into something better than before; maybe. The words are not adequate, but there they are. Going through my old papers, I found a loose sheet in a notebook with a poem composed by Ko-san. It was typed in imperfect English so I gave the text some light editing in a way that made sense to me. Does the dead mind such things? Does the living? I can't tell any more. If you are wondering, the poems do not go together. They are not in dialogue with one another. They just exist in proximity to one another on this page. Like I existed in proximity to Ko-san in New York. redrum self portrait 2020 original photo: Miro Ito s hared kyphosis i think of you from just two letters k o small-larger than life in the studio, on the