E-Book, Englisch, 224 Seiten
Ito Killing Kanoko / Wild Grass on the Riverbank
1. Auflage 2020
ISBN: 978-1-911284-41-3
Verlag: Tilted Axis Press
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
E-Book, Englisch, 224 Seiten
ISBN: 978-1-911284-41-3
Verlag: Tilted Axis Press
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 6 - ePub Watermark
It? Hiromi is one of the most important poets of contemporary Japan. She is often credited with revolutionizing postwar Japanese poetry with her work focusing on sexuality, childbirth, and women's bodies. She later moved to the U.S., and has since focused on migration and the psychological effects of linguistic and cultural alienation. She is the multi-award-winning author of over ten collections of poetry, numerous essay collections and translations and several novellas and novels.
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Killing Kanoko
Harakiri
Cherry blossoms are falling
Once I visited someone I’ll call Mr. O who had a passion for harakiri
And I asked
What kind of person
Would you like to have commit harakiri for you?
For instance which actor?
At this Mr. O responded
Hmmm, well, I’ve never really thought about that
He crossed his arms
Looked up and
Murmured again
Hmmm
Oki Masaya, I guess
I’ve liked his looks for a long time
Since way before he jumped off the Keio¯ Plaza and killed himself
Because of that I can immediately call to mind his face
Right as he was cutting himself open
I asked, Oki Masaya? How would you have him do it?
In what way? At the same time
I imagined him in Asano Takumi-no-kami’s situation
Dressed in white and cutting himself open
And Mr. O said naked, I guess
He’d do it standing up
And so I asked
And where?
Hmmm, a graveyard, I guess
Where the cherry blossoms are falling
A graveyard where the cherry blossoms are falling
You say naked, but you mean completely naked?
No, he’d have a loincloth on of course
A loincloth that clings to all the sexy spots
Penis, perineum, rectum
Cherry blossoms are falling
In a graveyard with wooden markers standing all over
Yeah, I suppose that’s rather weird and kinky so I’ll leave it at that
I pressed him further
So would you prefer Oki Masaya to die an agonizing death or…?
Mr. O said I’d have him suffer quite a while then die a long, agonizing death
After all, that’s exactly how I’d want it to be for me
Then he changed into a white loincloth
Then stood up and performed harakiri
He thinks harakiri should be beautiful
He thinks harakiri is all about male beauty
He thinks about cherry blossoms
He thinks about cherry blossoms in full bloom
He thinks cherry blossoms in full bloom should fall
He thinks he should die when he is still beautiful
He will be sixty in just a few years
He thinks Asano Takumi-no-kami got harakiri right
He thinks Mishima Yukio beat him to it
He thinks about wooden grave markers in a graveyard
He thinks cherry blossoms are perfect for harakiri
He said, haha, that’s rather weird and kinky
He thinks cherry blossoms suit the way of the warrior
He thinks samurai are always looking for a good place to die
I forgot to ask if his ancestors were samurai
He thinks that with discipline, pain becomes pleasure
He said that’s why he’s disciplining himself
(Jacking off)
He said he could commit harakiri face-to-face with a woman, he’d be in seventh heaven
(Jacking off)
Samurai
(Jacking off)
Haha
(Jacking off)
Cherry blossoms
(Jacking off)
Cherry blossoms falling
(Jacking off)
Weird and kinky
(Jacking off)
The Sexual Life of Savages
Rorschach
“That is part of the female genitalia, right?”
I was asked.
“It looks like a line between the female genitalia and the anus,”
I replied.
“And toward the top, there should be a hole where urine comes out.”
“Hmm, I wonder if there really is such a line…”
“No,”
I replied.
“There is a similar line between my navel and my genitals.”
“It’s not like that.”
“But it’s the same color.”
“Well, I wonder what the line between the female genitalia and rectum is for?”
I could not answer.
“You see, there’s nothing without a purpose.”
“Well, what about pubic hair and armpit hair?
What about that lumpy earwax and armpit odor?
They say if you’ve got lumpy earwax, 90% chance you’ll have armpit odor
What about the slimy, pale snot that comes out of your nose?
Those precious things that I want to mess around with are all unnecessary,
Things you just end up throwing away.
There’re people that don’t have those things either.”
“That really is part of the female genitalia, I tell you.”
“I only see the line between the female genitalia and the anus.”
“That part, that line is itself the female genitalia, I tell you.”
“But what I’m interested in is the line between the genitalia and the anus.”
“That part, that very line is the female genitalia, I tell you.”
“But I feel more pleasure in the line between the female genitalia and the anus.”
“That part is the female genitalia
The whole thing joins with the male genitalia, I tell you.
The part you insist is the female genitalia is the clitoris.
This is where we feel pleasure.
You have some sort of prejudice against the anus,
You say you are ashamed,
You say about the female genitalia that something, well,
You say something is, well, repressed about the female genitalia,
When you were young
Were you anorexic?
Were you bulimic?
Did you have a period?”
“I am pregnant.”
“Are you having sex?”
“Yes, I am.
But I can feel my stomach move.
As we do it, it’s like it’s hiccupping.
The regular stimulation of my bowels is a nuisance.
I’ve confirmed that all children are crap,
And that they come out, born like crap.”
Moving
Pregnant with a corpse, the hearse goes into heat, heading for the crematorium
(Twenty elementary school students who witness this go into heat all at once
Grab their hands and
Hide their exposed thumbs
If they don’t, their parents will die
The words our parents will die
Circulates among them
The twenty students take turns saying it
Yet because they hid their thumbs
The twenty students’ forty parents
All survive wherever they were)
(The elementary school students expose their unstable, long limbs
They put on their hats and return from the pool
Their thumbs are also unstable, long
And burned by the sun)
My breast goes into heat as it heads for her lips
(Milk begins to leak from my taut breasts)
Lips make my breasts go into heat
(My daughter sticks out her tongue and retracts it
She has learned to fall asleep licking her lips
The reason my breasts leak each night
Is because they want to ejaculate each night
And because they want to be fertilized that way)
A second child is made to go into heat
A third child is made to go into heat
A fourth child is made to go into heat
A tenth child is made to go into heat
A seventeenth child is made to go into heat
A twenty-second child is made to go into heat
(I give birth
Covering the earth’s surface
Hundreds, thousands of children
Thousands, tens of thousands of children)
(As I get pregnant with the next child, the milk will continue
Coming from my overflowing breasts)
(Cardboard boxes propagate)
Propagate
Propagate and take up space
The children I have propagated
Become Kumamoto tangerines before my eyes
The bound nipples that have grown luxuriant under my strictures
Become Iyo hassaku before my eyes
The milk that has leaked from my breasts
Becomes Wakayama tangerines before my eyes
The breasts that ejaculated
Become Tottori watermelons before my eyes
Become Arita tangerines
Become Kagoshima tangerines
Become Shinshu¯ celery
Coyote
My grandmother was a medium
My mother was a magician
My mother’s older sister was a geisha
My mother’s younger sister had tuberculosis
My mother’s other younger sister was barren
All were wonderfully beautiful
The spells mother taught me
All required saké, rice, and salt
We were afraid of snakes, water, and the east
My daughter began speaking baby talk at two months
When the coyote speaks to her
She smiles and always responds
The coyote: A dry plain, plain, plain
My daughter: Plain, plain, plain
The coyote: No lying
My daughter: No lying, no lying, no lying
The coyote: Hungry, hungry
My daughter: Hungry too
Coyote: Hah, hah, hah
My daughter: Haaaaaaaa-ohh
My daughter’s father, my father: I wanted to concentrate just on the coyote
I wanted to isolate myself, insulate myself, see nothing other than the coyote
And I wanted to trade places with him
The milk flows from my breast bountifully
To fatten my daughter it flows in overabundance, much too much
My grandmother’s...
