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Work  141

Total Direction
by Hideo Yokokawa

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THE DAYS OF ABSURDITY
Eyes Hear Ears See



Nothing to record in my diary today.
I just scribble “This crazy human world.”

Time passes by quickly everyday.
I’m working pedals on the bicycle the chain has come off.

Infrequently with both feet on the floor,
a guy speaks to me.

In the midst of black ditch mud,
this body of mine with nothing.

“Don’t count the age of a dead kid.
Only go forward” ? An advice.

After listening to an opera,
I praised the instruments ? heedless am I as ever

Eating a toilet bread or a rice ball,
tiresome is a novice soldier.

Everybody gets into my car;
“Excuse just for a while” “Thanks. a lot. Good-bye”

Dragged by bags,
they are walking.

A black box fluttered about,
they know well widely.

Autumn. Colorful. People are various.
“Anyhow, everybody came out after all.”

I was impressed by the headlines too.
Really this lecherous group.

Everybody is worthy having the strong thoughts,
obeying the orders which comes from nowhere.

They are acting not because they want to
but because they fear.

I am, so to say, a balloon
brown up in the sky high and floating.

I may possibly a genius.
Even the radios as well as TVs are talking about me.

Day breaks. A raven caws three times.
Chirping of numerous sparrows rises
all at once from right and left..

The sound moves,
accompanied by my walking.

“A cave will cime” means a threat?

Bone ash of human bodies packed in a box
makes a machine to destroy the human heads, I hear.

Experimentations of the human, by the human, for the human.
I agree.

“Getting back to 1, we start all over again.”
I couldn’t tell what he meant.

I thought 1 means ally, while, 2 - neutrality, and 3 - enemy.
When I heard 4, 5 and even 0, I was completely confused.
.
Following the gesture of the buddy, or vise versa, silently,
what the hell are they doing?

Not only swaying curtains but also even everything moving are gabbling.
How does a shrink analyze this phenomenon?

The retinitis of a central part of my left eye.
The wind persistently attacks my left face overnight.

A deep sleep at midnight.
Furiously ransacked brain tissue.
.
Somebody must do something, anyhow.
To crush every invisible weapon is my war.