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Occasionally, I go to a midnight pub, where
I sing and dance with youngsters till daybreak,
and I reflesh myself by absorbing
the young powers into my mind.
Next day, I stay in bed whole day
suffering from a heavy hangover.
At times, it will be necessary for me to be like
as I've been in such a state like this for a long
You will please leave me alone.
I go the road
Of a long distance
In my way.
My muse left me alone for a long time.
In my heart,
is there still remaining anything to express,
after throwing away so-called rhetoric or
appreciation as to the finish.
what I need right now will be
the scorching sun glaring the deserts,
the eagle flying over mountains way up high．
Throw away the cheap trick plays，
even though there seems no way to go with.
The Outsides in an Inside
Apart from the various cosmological theories
geometrically standing on the cubic apace
based on the prevailing positivism,
I think of a black hole and so-called white hole,
supposing that they are two sides of the
In other words, the former is an exit to
another unknown grand universe, and
the latter is a big bang itself.
There are many big bangs
here and there, and
Euclid will be entirely upset
as a result.
In My Case
It seems to me that
a subjectivity and an objectify
struggle with each other in my mind
during my thinking and writing poems.
It may possibly be a process
to seek where the universality is.
New Year's Day 2018
In the dim light,
the endless journey
Poetry may involve any thoughts of social sciences
or even religions.
However, it neither serves nor speaks out about them
I believe that it deeply impresses people, because,
the sensitivity and mentality are
colligated and tightly intertwined with the logic
What we chase is in the sphere of arts, and
standing on a variety of thoughts and views
which are quite different amongst the fellow poets,
and appealing to the audience, we present our
work as an independent object here in this site,
in the hope that we may give you something
worthy to think of as your pabulum.
Feverish and restless days
bear a distinctive atmosphere.
People are still in a fidget, but
the time incessantly proceeds
to the last day of the year.
The New Year's Eve bells
for the days to come.
An extremely weak eyesight,
no lens workable, getting worse.
Both of the ankles heavily sprained,
the left shoulder once dislocated, in my youth.
Three hipbones fixed by metal,
the joint of right knee replaced by artificial
A cyborg is still vivid right here
furiously burning up further.
In the darkness of defoliated bushes,
an exorbitant white is standing up
(for Jeanne Clayton,
Sunbeams through the glass doors.
Warm. Bright. Calm.
Pure whiteness of a meadowsweet
in a single flower vase
in the the sideboard corner.
An excellent tea bowl,
powdered tea in a caddy,
a tea whisk, a ladle
in front of me.
Nobody to come.
The radio reported that a young woman breeder was attacked by a female lion and seriously injured during her work
of cleaning the lions' place. The injured breeder
was carried to a hospital by an ambulance. And it
was confirmed that she was not dead yet when she reached
Next day, the radio further reported briefly that the zoo
would be closed for the time being without
mentioning to anything about the
the injured woman, dead or alive. And the news disappeared
from the radios.
I wonder how they are settling this accident.
I live together with my cat Bobbie
mutually in good harmony
in the residence shut up by concrete
on the 12th floor.
Bobbie must be feeling lonesome,
so as to me, but we are not unhappy,
sharing loneliness one another.
I have nothing particularly to do.
Everyday goes by peacefully..
In the Milky Mist
What on earth am I?
Do I have any ism?
I leave the answer aside
and I stop thinking of it further.
going to nothing.
A Madman with
In open daylight,
shouting something crazy
in dirty words,
a drunken rascal
a barbarian sword
in the center of a crowd.
In my youth for a decade,
I have been
a top athlete,
far apart from the literature.
my body is
wobbling and rattling.
I am still running
at full speed
towards the goal.
Given a birth,
lived through and
I am living right here,
in my mind.
Do not flatter.
Do not obey.
Be always with the common people.
Go your way
watching where the universal is.
A Wall Paper
in memory of Hiroshi Hara
When I phoned and asked you for a picture of keyaki
trees, you appeared with it soon. I realized that
you were already in very poor physical condition at
that time of our last meeting.
The picture was applied to my new program of relayed
reading of the Musashino series. The program became
our last work which is still shining in the Japanese
version of our Poetry Plaza.
You are still with us all.
An Artist Spirit
in memory of Shinji Hayashi
"For a journey,
nothing is better than
going by yourself"
These 2 Decades
partings, separations, reunions, surgeries,
unexpected meetings, happenings, new buildings,
changes of the shopping area, earthquakes, tsunami and so forth.
Variously so many.
A bachelor hood
with Bobbie the Wild.
74 years of age now
Gaia - Phyllis
Hera - Jeanne.
Atena - Jessica
am a Zeus.
Statement of Fact
Every night before going to bed,
I think I may lose my eyesight suddenly
when I get up next morning.
The doctors have already given me up as lost many
I wonder how long this condition continues, and
I am not quiet sure how long I can maintain this
I will follow the course of nature.
A new tall building in the center of my eyesight.
The outlines melt into the sky.
Everything looks vaguely in milky white.
How many years since last time I stood like this
on the veranda of this residence on the 12th floor?
Towards the Future
I think I have done enough
with the 7 long epics in the past.
I It has been really an enjoyable time
for me to write any of the long epics,
studying the facts of the world history,
inflating my images and
integrating my past knowledge.
In the midst of the milky mist,
I am looking for the next theme.
73 Years Old
Getting up in every early morning,
I drink a cup of coffee and take
some sort of supplements and medicines, then
I enjoy smoking some cigarettes,
thinking of a schedule for the day.
It takes a bit long time for me
to decide anything recently, but
analyzing the situation of the day,
I decide the most important thing
that I have to do on the day.
After finishing the schedule, in the afternoon,
I enjoy a plenty of cheap alcohol made of rice,
till late at night alone.
eating the foods cooked by my helper for supper,
finally to find myself in my bed next early morning.
A matter a day.
A meal a day.
The time is simply passing by.
I'm still living.
Hera and Zeus
Celebrating the 20th Anniversary of
the chaos, the
world was wholly covered by the milky mist.
The mist filled the unlimited space. It was an unrecognized
existence. It was the root of everything
- gods, goddess, the universe, and all of nature
and any of invisible abstractions.
Each of them was, at the same time, the milky
mist itself regardless of their different appearances.
Amongst the goddesses, Zeus was not well spoken
of, because they were holding in check mutually
despite their carnal desires with Whenever
Hera heard of such rumors from other goddesses,
she said nothing with a frown. She hated his
wily sensuality. She could not find even a trace
of sincerity in his past love affairs.
When Zeus approached and tried to violate Hera,
she, with her elbow, gave a strong blow to his
pit of the stomach. In an instant, Zeus crouched
Hera gently said to Zeus.
"If you do want me, first of all you must
divorce Tenis and get separated from your
He saw an infinite maternity in the glow of her
and said, watching her eyes.
"I swear I will follow you."
Then, she added solemnly.
"You must not do any of extramarital sex."
"What a beauty you say! I
am entirely yours. Why can I be unfaithful. We will make a gorgeous wedding party."
The engagement was effected immediately.
fell into his sturdy breast and arms.
Leaf tops of evergreen oak swept the canopy.
Golden rains purified the air and lands. All things in nature
shined vividly. The troop of eagles deployed silently
in good order for vigilance over the cobalt blue way up high.
Olympus was flooded by the gods in full dresses and the
goddesses who gorgeously dressed up contending the
beautiful with each other.
Small birds were singing in chorus accompanied by a
lyre. Nymphs were dancing in mid air.
Zeus and Hera appeared in front of the attendees at the
Palace. Everyone gaped in astonishment at Hera's pure
whiteness. The world was wholly covered by her deep
The goddess of goddesses was born. The wedding party
continued for 300 years covering all the places in
Since after the marriage, Hera was vaguely feeling a
gloomy foreboding about Zeus's fatal defeat someday in
future. To add, from time to time, she heard of his love
affairs with other women.
Hera opened her heavily depressed heart to Gaia. Gaia
consoled Hera but said nothing specifically to solve the
problems. Gaia gave a pomegranate to Hera without
explaining anything. Hera had already known how it
Getting back to the Palace, Hera ordered Iris and Hora
to discretely trail after Zeus and report her the facts
that they found. The information brought by them made
her jealousy flare up. She decided her mind.
Hera told Zeus to attend the hall of the Palace and
accused him of his sincerity in a round about way. He
replied evasively to her accuses. She named Serene, Deto,
Haristo, Ramia, Io and so forth. She abused his
disgusting plays with them one by one with the details
of their obscene behaviors.
Getting entirely at a loss for an excuse any longer, he
flied into a furious rage of no sense. He grabbed her
hair of the head and hanged her from the ceiling of the
hall. She easily removed the hook for herself and flied down and
stood up on the floor.
That moment, he was attacked by an aufully strong headache. He could not get rid of the pain
for a long time. One day, he had Hefaitos to crack his
skull with a battle-ax to see what was in it. Out of his
skull appeared Atena with gold hair and deep marine blue
eyes. She fully armed herself with a shield and spear in
her hands. The unbearable headache of Zeus was over.
Hera summoned Atena. Atena dropped to one knee with her
right hand on her breast in front of Hera. Placing in
the hands of Atena the pomegranate that Gaia had once
endowed to her, Hera commanded Atena to govern the
territory of Athens in peace.
Atena placed the pomegranate deep in a sacred cavern at
the hill of Athens and strictly sealed the hole.
Zeus told his close aides to set a rumor that Zeus and
Hera were at he crisis of divorce and he was getting
married with other beautiful lady. The rumor spread with
The rumor swelled further. Hera heard that the lady
dressed in with scarlet was passing on foot the street
front of the Place.
Raising her eyebrows in anger and squealing, Hera dashed out of the
Place. Hera jumped on the lady and ripped up the lady's dress.
Then, to her surprise, what appeared there was a clay figure.
Hera got back to the Place, where Zeus was waiting for
her. They were reunited tightly once again.
After exterminating Cronos and the lineal relatives of
Titan at Titanomakia, Zeus had established himself as
the god to govern the celestial sphere.
He established the new order and harmony of the whole
universe. The god of gods was born. However, who could
imagine what would happen to him later?
There had been a discord between the Olympus and Gigas
who was an immortal giant. As a consequence, the
Gigantmakia War flared up.
Commanding the vast forces, Gigas attacked the Olympus.
The sacred hill faced on the crisis in an instance.
Zeus summoned Heracleitos and gave him the strong bow
and arrows that could pierce any material.
Heracleitos, with his marvelous power, drew the bow and
shot an arrow, which pieced the heart of Gigas. At the
same time, Adamas's sickle in the hands of Zeus
fulgurated roaring the sky and land. The troop of Gigas
was annihilated at once. The fierce battles were over
with the complete victory of the Olympus.
The result of this war left an ill feeling to the mind
of Gaia, who had once been governing both the land and
sky initially before the era of Curonos.
She could not tolerate. She ordered Qupohn the Monster
to destroy the Olympus. The internecine war broke out
again at the territory of the Olympus.
The violence of Qupohn ripped land, crushed the
mountains to pieces, filled the sky with huge roar.
Every god and goddess escaped from the Palace to Egypt.
Only Zeus made a stand against the enemy.
After the violent duel between Zeus and Qupohn, Zeus met
with a severe defeat for the first time. Zeus was torn
from limb to limb and locked in the cave at Coripion by
Qupohn. While, Qupohn was heavily injured too, and he
returned to the palace of Gaia for treatment.
Hera had Hermes to rescue Zeus and get him back to Samos
where she had been born. She washed and treated the body
of Zeus with water which flew out of the sacred spring.
Zeus recovered soon.
All things in nature became frightened and deeply
shuddered at a sinister symptom under the sky filled by
the heavy black clouds.
Gaia, with the utmost secrecy, summoned Hera to her
palace. Her room was filled by the roses of whiteness.
Her lady attendant closed the thick curtains and left
there shutting up the doors.
The room was filled by the fragrance and soft lights of
roses' pure whiteness. Gaia and Hera mutually shared
what were in their hearts. In conclusion, Gaia said to
Hera in a very round about way that power, itself only,
could not govern the universe. Hera understood correctly
what Gaia said to her.
Once again, in the deep skies, Zeus and Qupohn stood
opposite each other to finally decide the victory or
Adamas's sickle flashed. The thunders roared. The magma
and devouring flames flew in whirls. The orbits of the
sun and moon got into a complete disorder. The canopy
bore the innumerable cracks. The stars dispersed in all
directions. The universe fell into a complete mess.
Hera heard the voice of Gaia just saying a name "Moia" from
nowhere. She immediately summoned Atena.
Atena attended in front of Hera at once, arming herself
with a heavy guard and holding in her hand the
pomegranate that Hera had once entrusted to her.
Atena delivered to Moia by hand the pomegranate, in
which every wisdom and desire for peace of all the
In fact, Moia had been pressed by Qupohn to give him her
fruit of victory. She gave him the pomegranate instead.
Qupohn ate it. In an instant, he lost his enormous
The tide of battle in the skies turned. Zeus finally
cornered Qupohn to Sicilia, where Qupohn was strictly
sealed under the Mount Etna.
Zeus saved the universe from the total ruin and
established the ultimate order and harmony for the
universe and all the nature. Hera's deep brightness
covered the whole world again.
Shining in the golden light, the Olympus greeted the
triumphant return of Zeus. Every god and goddess
acknowledged Zeus as the omniscient, omnipotent god.
Purifying herself in the sacred spring at Kanatos, Hera
gave away all of herself to Zeus. He did realize of her
faith, dedication and chastity as well as her courage
and wisdom. Two of them went into deep love and
completely became one in the midst of milky mist. The
time, distance, space, all nature were painted onto a
canvas wholly covered by a single color of milky white.
Whether recognized or not recognized, we, each of us,
are in the milky mist where all things are independently
existing in the one
There's a cuckoo
on Hera's mace.
I said hello to the bird. It fried onto my shoulder
and whispered something into my ear.
(Getting busy for the next)
Dots and Sky
At this late stage of my life, I wonder why I
what a poet has once said to me
He said that that the dots, mutually connected,
made the lines, and as a result, they made the
On the New Year's Day
for my getting into the utmost?
Oh! Bobbie, my innocent cat.
I am vaguely thinking
what the rich is
as well as
what the happiness
or satisfaction is.
Living Dead Eyes
thinking how and how far
I can go,
I am still living
I listen to
the cicadas singing
in mid winter.
I think of
An Evil Omen
An unusually dull midnight.
On and off appear the shooting stars.
souls must be disappearing.
In the midst of the time passing by,
I am simply waiting for something
Thinking of nothing,
without any annoyance,
I am watching my unavoidable future.
Bobbie is sleeping
in his basket on my bed.
I open all the doors and windows.
The natural air runs through the space in whirls,
blowing away even the dusts
at every corner.
The Plain of Azumino
for Kunio Takagi
Hakuba, Hotaka, Yarigatake --
a lofty range of Hida Mountains.
Cobalt blue of the deep sky.
Clear air. Limpid water.
Sai, Takase, Azusa River
flowing down the foot of the great Hida.
The severely cold winter
strengthened our spirits.
The land where we grew up.
The days that have gone afar.
"The Village Where Sai River Can Be
Finishing Mamaluna, the 6th long epics of mine, and
fixing the contents and designs of Poetry plaza
just before my eyesight is gone,
I wonder how far I can go further.
Thinking of a
hard time during and after the war,
this is nothing serious
A Legend of the Mayas
20 thousand years ago, in the Wisconsin glacial
period of the diluvial epoch, a number of tribes
living in Eurasia shifted in waves to the north east
, and moved to the American Continents, through the
In the new lands, they further continued moving down
to the south and scattered all over the continents
in small groups after thousands of years. One of the
tribes called the mayas settled down in the Mesoamerican
In the deep night of the 7th day of
Flowers, when the ecliptic and moon’s path took the exactly same orbit under the canopy, was
born Mamaluna, who was the 9th daughter of the
family. Her father was Yashukuk, an astrological
priest. Her mother was Margarita.
On this particular day, according to their
astronomy, the moon was newly born again, and the
next day, the sun was to be reborn too. Otherwise,
the world was to collapse.
gathered on the hill with fear and hope, waiting for
the daybreak. "Lo!" shouted Yashukuk, pointing his
finger to the scarlet morning star. Soon the
gold arrows began to fill the canopy of the sky.
The drama of the twilight and dawn in midday
continued. The sun concealed itself into the black
spotand was soon reborn. People kneeled showered by
the bright new sunbeams.
A Legend of the Mayas
up with a macaw from her cradle days. The bird was
nemed Paco. They were always together. Their
relation was like an air one another. They
communicated in an inaudible sphere. They have
jointly owned their hearts and minds.
For the mayas, father of all things in nature was
the sun, while mother was the land, and mother's
womb was the underground. Caves were regarded as
sanctuaries. Macaw was a symbol of the sun which
fought against the darkness and death.
Margarita taught reading and writing to Mamaluna,
who soon read through the massive amount of records
carved on the stone monuments in the platform of the
palace. Particularly, she was captivated by the
astronomical records which had been accumulated for thousands of
Yashukuk frequently took her with him to the
astronomical observatory and taught her the basic
astronomy. When grown up, she was versed in it
almost at the same level of his.
One night when the sky was brightly glittering with
an unusual number of shooting stars coming from a
viicinity of the Great Bear. Mamaluna felt something
invisible like glowing gold from afar the southern limit of the
canopy. Wondering what it was, she murmured
something in her
she told Yashukuk that there were two spots in the
canopy of heaven; one was a silvery white and the
other was of blackness. Furthermore she added that
the space was not simply cubic but consisted of many
dimensions. He simply laughed at and disregarded
what she had said to him.
A Legend of the Mayas
Napacusco, a young man of the aimalas living in
the area of Lago Titicaca, was under the heavens
jeweled with stars. The sky was flooded by a number of shooting stars which came from
vicinity of the Southern Cross. From afar the northern edge of the canopy, he felt that he heard a voice
of platinum whiteness calling him.
He left Titicaca where he had been born and
descended the Andes towards the north. He came
down to a forest of the flat area, where he found a
macaw that followed him maintaining a [proper
distance, flying ahead of him or getting backwards.
He named it Rara.
He entered the jungle. He went forward, cutting his
way by a hatchet. Leading him to the north, Rara's
movements became much more busy than before.
Flying ahead of him, Rara lgave a piercing scream. A
jaguar was watching him for a chance. Numerous
macaws flied in the mid air between Napacusco and
the jaguar, threatening it with awfully loud
screeches. A huge macau glided silently from the
back behind and stabbed the vital part between
hipbones of the jaguar with a sharp beak. The jaguar run away
dragging its hind legs.
After cutting thriugh the jungle, he saw a rich
field. Settling on his shoulder, Rara pressed its
cheek to his and told him in an inaudible voice that
they are reaching the land of platinum whiteness. He
A Legend of the Mayas
A cannibal tribe called the meadias was secretly
enveloping the city of Copan, which was covered by
the gloomy air. Grosso raised his right hand to
command an attack to his men. That instant the
invisible golden arrows from the sun pierced their
eyes, ears and throats. They fell down and became
worms. The birds came and pecked at hem. The city
was again covered by the bright platinum light.
People of the city felt something strange, but
nobody except Paco and Rara realized what had
Napacusco entered the city zone with Rara on his
shoulder. The pedestrians saw a soft golden aura
shrouding them. A man said that the god's messengers
came. The rumor spread. Rara said to Napacusco that
the valley which was seen over there was the place
where the platinum whiteness originated. They
entered the forest in the valley.
Napacusco found a lady who was bathing in a pond
surrounded by bushes. She was shrouded by an aura of
platinum whiteness. She was Mamaluna. He kneeled in
front of the absolutely beautiful, while Paco and
Rara were crossing their cheeks one another.
Napacusco dedicated Mamaluna a gold
that he brought from Titicaca.
Mamaluna accepted Napacusco's courtship. Paco cut
off a part of the pendant that Mamaluna was wearing.
It was a bone of her great ancestor. Rara planted it
in Napacusco's breast muscle.
gathered at the platform of the palace. When
Mamaluna and Napacusco appeared in front of them,
they saw a brilliance mixed with platinum whiteness
and gold that shrouded the pair. The brilliance
spread and covered the whole place. In a wondrous mist of light, chewing cocas and drinking chicha,
people were intoxicated by the beautiful of the
A Legend of the Mayas
At a twinkling starlit night, Mamaluna took
Napacusco with her to her secret cave which was
above the pond where they met for the first time.
The cave was filled by the mist of soft solemn
light. There was a spring in the center; The ceiling
was the canopy pf heaven. Lying down themselves side
by side with face up beside the spring, they watched
In the part of the sky where she saw the Grate Bear,
while he saw the Southern Cross in the same place.
She soon understood that he was under the sky of
Titicaca. Both of them realized that the canopy was
dual like two sides of the same coin and that the
distance means nothing to them.
In the same night, Yashukuk was observing the
movement of the stars. In the Milky Way he found two
undiscovered stars which were close together; one
was shining in gold, and the other in platinum
whiteness. In the light of candlestick, he recorded
the fact on the stone monument He remembered what
Mamaluna once had said to him about her
astronomical view which had sounded curious to him.
Getting back to his residence at midnight, he told
Margarita about what happened that night, She smiled
but said nothing. She had known every thing already.
They went to bed and fell in deep sleeping.
When the day broke, all people living in the
territory of the city of Copan disappeared suddenly. Even now
knows what happened and where they were
guard just for a new trial
means nothing to me, but
what is a normality?
July 2, 2015
My journey of no return still continues.
Who can tell what the happiness or
what the misfortune is?
My eyesight is being lost pretty soon, but
I feel quite satisfied with the current solitary life
always together with my innocent Bobbie.
I have the time still remaining
to finish "Mamaluna".
No pity is necessary for me.
We are walking
down the road
I am right here,
getting blind and deaf,
making progress at a snail's pace,
leaning on the sticks in both hands.
I am still right here
in this virtual memory.
What the logic stands on is emotion.
Logic itself is, so to say, simply a tool
to justify the emotions.
Righ now at the time of twilight,
fortunately or unfortunately,
I don't have a sense to see ghosts so far.
Buttoning up their lips,
people are plodding wearily
down the road.
What You Are
for Jessica Helen Lopez
The life itself for you is sadness based on love,
which is expressed in your own poems
as an inevitable anger seeking for the flat, having
no way of venting.
You made a debut into our Poetry Plaza
for your inevitability, as an individual existence.
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