Between Brisbane and Japan, some whimsy and Dan (All contents © 2013 by Dan Ryan, unless noted)

Tokyo, people

“For My Next Trick…”—A small preparation

I figured that after participating in Brisbane’s annual Artists Evening of Sharing event for the last three years it was time to finally show excerpts from “Tokyo Panic Stores” publicly.  So that’s what’s going to happen next month at Brisbane city hall. Below is the official announcement in Brisbane’s official monthly newsletter.

Last night I spent two hours getting an old Hewlett-Packard 8250 photo printer to produce eleven 8 1/2” x 11” borderless copies of “Tokyo Panic Stories” photographs from 2012 and 2013. The 8250 is notorious for having faulty paper feed rollers, so it was a time-consuming pain in the ass to get each photo paper sheet to load properly into the machine by pushing every one with my fingers. In the end, as you can see below, I got the job done, and I am very pleased with the results. The next step is to mount the photos on some kind of rigid backing so they can hang properly in Brisbane city hall’s main conference room.

If you live in the Bay Area near San Francisco, I do hope you’ll come by for the official reception for my work next month. I haven’t shown my work in any kind of public space since 1989, and I am really looking forward to this.



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The Big Issue—A small hand-up

What caught my eye during a transfer from the Tōzai Line to the Yamanote Line was the Osamu Tezuka mural across the street from Takadanobaba Station. What held my attention was the lone man selling a street magazine called The Big Issue. This magazine is sold exclusively by Tokyo’s homeless, who have to provide proof of homelessness in order to become a Big Issue vendor. The Big Issue Japan Foundation oversees this magazine sales program in order to offer a “hand-up rather than a hand-out” by providing a means for Japan’s homeless to have a personal source of income.

Now I don’t know how well-regarded or effective this program is, but I have a lot of respect for the concept. And I have even more respect for this lonely fellow, selling magazines on the streets of Tokyo, trying to rise up and out of whatever hole life dropped him in.

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I wonder if he chose the location in front of the Tezuka mural for the quality it added to his work environment. I imagine whatever gives you a sense of happiness and hope when you’re trying to raise yourself up makes the hard days on Tokyo’s streets pass more bearably.

But I could just be projecting how I think I would feel in this man’s place.

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(Pictures taken at Takadanobaba Station, Tokyo in September, 2013)

“These just became very precious photos to me.”

Ordinary Things—A small weariness

I have been a bit depressed lately. Well more often than usual, considering depression is a chronic medical condition with me. I miss being in Japan. I miss my dad, though we did not get along all that well. I miss, as I said a few days ago on various social networks, being able to see the magic in ordinary things. I miss a sense of inner peace. I haven’t felt that in a long, long time.

When I get like this I take a look at my work, at photos that bring happy, or at least satisfying, memories to me. I stumbled upon this, just a throwaway shot of a faceless young man playing with his smartphone in the street outside an apartment I was renting in Tokyo last year. It’s not a prize winner, but the shot is simple, the scene rather peaceful. And it just might help me feel better and make it through the day. Maybe it can make your day better in some way too.

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(Picture taken in Nakano 5-chome, Tokyo in September, 2013. Photo also published on Scholars and Rogues.)

Street Repairs—A small cleanup

I came upon the scene after the hole had been dug and then filled in. I was passing by the Nakano Life store on my way to get some cheap kakiage soba at a place I like in Nakano Sun Mall. The workmen had finished the street repairs and were just cleaning up when I got there. But the Japanese can be so meticulous that even watching some men cleaning up a mess in Tokyo can be a thing of interest and even beauty…

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(Pictures taken in Nakano-ku 5-chome, Tokyo in September, 2013)

All The Myriad Faces—A small women’s day

Behind this glass

you look at us.

And we look at you.

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But to you

we are just

some scenery you chew.

Pass by, pass by

we are now done with you.

(Picture taken in Nakano Broadway, Tokyo in September, 2013. Published concurrently on Scholars and Rogues.)

My Tokyo Bubble Years—A small ‘80s flashback












Happy Snack Times—A small skew

I come for the soju,

I stay for the pictures.

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The entire fucking history of Japan,

and of Tokyo,

is in the eyes, the skins, the frosty cocktail glasses

in these pictures of the lives of the

people on these walls.

I like it here.

(Picture taken in Seoul Bar, Sanya (Nihonzutsumi), Tokyo in October, 2013. Published concurrently on Scholars and Rogues.)

Fatigue Under Construction—A small rest

I had a finished poem written about this photo, and what might be going through this man’s head. It started with the line “I am stranded in my own blood” and got weird after that. But I scrapped it because I don’t think words can entirely convey how cosmically tired this fellow looked. He looked tired in a way that didn’t suggest utter defeat, but also didn’t suggest he was on an upswing. The kind of tired where you just have to sit quietly for a bit and take the time to consider which limb to move next, which finger to flick. The kind of tired that emanates from you so perceptibly that some schmuck standing near you only long enough to snap a few pictures of you can feel it.

That kind of tired.

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(Picture taken on the west side of Shinjuku Station in September, 2013)

Disgruntled Song—A small rock city

This is the seriously-no-bullshit soup plate,

Where it all falls asunder into metal,

and I don’t mean angry white men playing guitars.

It’s peaceful, the undying here,

and I’m trying to figure out how to make some art out of this monstrous tranquility.

I throw compassionate grenades,

and perform brutally humane triage.

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I’ve crushed my skull for genius

and I’ve banished my excellent demons for you.

There is no distance I would not

throw my combat liver over the Sea of Japan for you.

I will become a great ape for the sight of you,

and holler my guttural mating call

down into Tokyo’s darkest gutters to summon you.

There is dark growth here in my muddy extremes,

and the old Edo gods who once bore you you bear,

and I still think I’ll start drinking before noon today.

(Picture taken in Sanya (Nihonzutsumi), Tokyo in October, 2013. Click here for a different photo. Published concurrently on Scholars and Rogues.)

Rain Passing—A small reminisce

It is raining today in Brisbane, California.

I like to call it a fine Tokyo rain.

Because Tokyo taught me

to love the space between the drops and

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to love the dirt-city vistas beyond the falling curtains and

to love the rain like it was my mother

who would never dissolve me like sugars to run down

the gutters to sweeten the trash for the sewer rats.

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(Pictures taken in Shinjuku, Tokyo in October, 2013. Published concurrently on Scholars and Rogues.)

Tokyo Snow And Sanyūkai NPO—A small suggestion

This winter is hitting Tokyo hard. Friends in the Tokyo metropolitan area and nearby Chiba prefecture have reported impassible streets, shut down highways, and commuter trains delayed for long periods or cancelled due to accumulations of ice and snow. And this has me windering how Tokyo’s homeless population is dealing with this winter nightmare.

My guess is the city’s street folk are scrambling for cover under bridges, or for warm, dry digs in Tokyo’s larger JR and Metro stations. If that is even an option. I haven’t spent a winter in Tokyo since early 1988, so I don’t really know any more how Tokyo’s homeless and destitute deal with weather like this. Realistically they can’t sprawl out and crash on the streets the way they do in warm weather, as shown in my photographs below. And if Tokyo is anything like most major American cities, there aren’t enough homeless shelters or temporary housing facilities available to accommodate everyone who needs to get off the freezing streets.

But I do know of one organization that I would bet hard cash is doing everything it can to get homeless and chronically alcoholic people into as many warm beds as possible. It’s the Sanyūkai NPO down in Tokyo’s Sanya skid row area. The non-secular NPO is run by Deacon Jean LeBeau, while Sister Rita Burdzy manages Sanyūkai’s small free medical clinic. They’re both Christian missionaries, and are pictured below.

What I urge you to do, after looking through these photos and perusing Sanyūkai’s English-language page, is make a donation to this small but very important charitable and homeless outreach organization. Tokyo’s streets are killing cold right now, and Sanyūkai NPO could use your help in helping others.

–Dan Ryan, Brisbane, California, 02/16/14

Sanya in April, 2012…

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Sanya in September, 2013…

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At Sanyūkai NPO…

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Sister Rita Burdzy


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Deacon Jean LeBeau

(Pictures taken in Sanya, Tokyo in 2012 and 2013)

The Pinkness—A small Saturday stroll

Perhaps on their way to go shopping, a mother leads her brightly-dressed little girl along a quiet but well-traveled street in Nakano-ku…

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(Picture taken in Nakano 5-chome, Tokyo in September, 2013. This was published concurrently on Scholars and Rogues.)

Blur Between Two Ghosts—A small strange store

She passed me.

She didn’t see me.

I remained still.

I didn’t see her.

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in the grotesque way

of all the crowded heavens in Tokyo,

I saw her delicate passing

non-substance downloaded on

my tengu-blue digital screen.

(Picture taken in Nakano Broadway, Tokyo in September, 2013)

Shinjuku Pensive—A small crossing

It was a warm, sunny day in Shinjuku, and I was on my way to meet a friend at Kinokuniya. As I was waiting to cross Shinjuku Dori, I noticed this thoughtful-looking fellow next to me. For the five or six heartbeats I was near him before the pedestrian light turned green, I thought he looked like the smartest man in the world.

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(Picture taken in Shinjuku 3-chome in September, 2013)

Outside Kamiya Bar—A small people watching

It’s no great revelation to state that one doesn’t even need to enter Kamiya Bar to see interesting people…

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The intrepid barkeep manning his post and watching passersby in Kamiya Bar’s outdoor liquor sales counter. I photographed him previously in 2012.


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Just some ordinary guy captured in an interesting pose after he crossed the street. I can’t remember why he was gesturing in this manner.


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Another ordinary guy, but obviously on his way back from a visiting Tokyo Sky Tree. The Sorakara-chan hat was the dead giveaway.


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An old fellow who was wandering around in front of Kamiya Bar. He seemed as if he was waiting for someone, but he also acted confused and disoriented. He may have been intoxicated, and might also have been homeless. I am not entirely sure. But I felt sympathy for him, and I hope he either found his people or had a safe place to stay.

(Pictures taken in Asakusa, Tokyo in October, 2013)

Brisbane Artist Panic Story—A small video compilation

Tomorrow night (January 25th, 2014 for those of you reading this after the fact) I am appearing for the third year in a row at Brisbane’s annual Artists Evening of Sharing. I’ll be showing a video montage of images I took in September and October of last year for my “Tokyo Panic Stories” project. I’m pleased with this video, so please have a look and leave a comment below if you care to to let me know what you think…

Set this to 720p HD and full screen for the best viewing experience.


As an additional bonus, I’ve compiled the videos I shot last year in Tokyo for your viewing pleasure. They’re not of the highest quality, and they don’t have any big revelatory importance. They’re just short slices of motion and sound that I managed to capture during some long, hot days when I was in Tokyo and life was good. Because Tokyo will always be a home and haven for me…

Tokyo caught heavy rains in September and October from vicious typhoons in southern Japan.


Near the Life store in Nakano, a fishmonger displays cute but dead-eyed wares.


A quiet time, when Sanya’s skid row hangovers are just ending or just starting.


For the first time, I felt like a champion-genius of navigating Shinjuku Station.


Thanks for having a look. I intend to do more videos in the future. Probably. I think.

The Lovely Reverie—A small toast

She’d been lovely once, and she knew it. But in the middle of this sunny Saturday morning in Sanya, she was passing sips of Asahi past her lips and cigarette smoke down her lungs. The world turned for her in the company of men, at an open-air stall selling cheap sushi, shōchū and beer. And the look on her face suggested to me that she could drink every man in the place under each flimsy folding table.

And she knew it.

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Sanya’s Finest—A small beat

I like Tokyo cops. Even though I have heard they can be real pricks to foreigners, Tokyo cops have always been helpful and kind to me.

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The two officers pictured here were working out of a kōban on Route 464, about a block south of Meiji Dori at the entrance to a street that leads to the shōtengai in Sanya. If you’re unfamiliar with my previous work on Sanya, it’s a rough neighborhood.

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These officers must spend their shifts dealing with all manner of ragged and drunken citizens. The boozing in Sanya is an almost 24-hour activity.

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Knowing  little of how the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department works, it’s easy for this American TV cop drama junkie to imagine that assignment to the Sanya police station is a penalty for police force veterans and a trial by ordeal for rookies. But I hope not, because true to my experience these two cops were friendly and accommodating.

And I think they photographed very, very nicely.

(Pictures taken in Sanya, Minami-senju, Tokyo in September and October, 2013)

I Gave Tokyo—A small outpost

In the morning of my end days, Tokyo,

I gave you everything.

Thirty years in your dingy bars,

surfing edamame pod skins in foamy grease

and Injecting the veins in your streets

with flea-flowing whiskies and American peanut beers.

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I was a doorman once too,

at the palace of the Emperor’s gate,

but got better tips at the Imperial Hotel.

(Not the one downtown, the smaller love hotel version in Ueno.)

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So after all of that, I am here,

under this metal children’s monkey skin,

taking in the sun and the exhaust of numerous Fukushima pipelines.

But I have Jinro, black tea and tinned gumption today,

so I guess I just have to laugh.

(Picture taken near Sanya, Minami-senju, Tokyo in September, 2013)

The Body-slam King—A small re-liability

Yes, the leisure of holding up walls

marks the important things I do

since partaking of retired life in Sanya.

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I retired early,

having made a fortune in my my twenties

in shōchū vapors and hangover science.

I invested my wealth

in degrees all Japan’s great intellectuals

could never have received at Tokyo University.

I am smarter than them.

Yet I am unknown.

But you will always find me here.

Here I am holding up walls.

I am ever holding up walls.

(Picture taken in Sanya, Tokyo in September, 2013)

A Balance Of Grit And Whimsy—A small sampler of favorites

My “Tokyo Panic Stories” Kickstarter campaign was a success, and so was the trip to Tokyo that it funded. And even though Japan’s humid early fall weather and the gritty locations where I did much of my work both kicked my ass, I came away from my month in Tokyo with some of the best photographs and memories of my life. Presented here are 10 of my favorite images from the work I did in Tokyo in 2013. Clicking on an image will take you to the original post in which it was used. I hope you enjoy this work, and I look forward to showing you much more throughout this shiny new year.










A Mystic Woman Of Nakano Station—A small nonconformity

I had just gotten off the Tōzai Line after a hard day of shooting, mostly in Sanya, when I saw her. She could have been a Japanese gypsy fortune teller. All she lacked was a crystal ball, and I’m still not sure she didn’t have one tucked somewhere in her robes. Now, seeing unconventional things like Mormon missionaries and goofy advertising tactics isn’t unusual at Nakano Station. It’s a delightfully vibrant place. But this lady, this mystically-fashionable hippie who stood confidently and patiently while I took her photograph, she was something else…

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(Picture taken at Nakano Station, Tokyo in October, 2013)

Small And Getting Smaller—A small knot of a woman

In a small part of the big Tokyo city…

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…it takes no casual intention to make yourself smaller.

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And there was nothing for it but to respect her effort.

(Pictures taken in Sanya (Nihonzutsumi), Tokyo in September, 2013)

The Sanya Blur—A small passing

One strives for crystal-clear perfection, but the world isn’t circuit-board mapped that way. Sometimes even slow-moving men are a curious blur passing in front of street wreckage or orderly decay. Sanya in Tokyo is a mixture of both, as this man also seemed to be. But the ironic thing about him is he looked better blurry than he did standing perfectly still…

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(Picture taken in Sanya, Tokyo in September, 2013)