-Chikamatsu Mon'zaemon-
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Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Chikamatsu Mon'zaemon
"Some playwrights, thinking that sadness is essential to a jōruri, often put in words like 'How sad it is!' or the lines are chanted tearfully, as in the Bunyabushi style, but that is not how I write plays. The sadness in all my plays is based entirely on reason. Since the audience will be moved when the logic of the dramatization is convincing, the more restrained the words and the chanting are, the more moving the play will be. Thus, when one says of a moment of pathos 'How sad it is!' the connotations are lost, and in the end, the feeling conveyed is weak. It is essential that the moment be filled with pathos in and of itself, without having to say 'How sad it is!' For example, when you praise a landscape such as Matsushima by saying 'Oh what a beautiful scene!' you have said all you can about it in a few words but to no avail. If you wish to praise a scene, pointing out all its features objectively will reveal its intrinsic appeal naturally, without having to say 'it is a beautiful scene.' This applies to everything of this sort."
-Chikamatsu Mon'zaemon-
-Chikamatsu Mon'zaemon-
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Virginia Morning
Good morning -
sweet birds I love-
hear me your sun rising song.
Morning's breath fill your lungs,
your chest cause to swell
as you turn morning air
into song
Good morning,
pink rose in the sun,
my eyes your bright body attract.
Morning's fragrance you make
that my nostril's inflame
with the scent of your
sun-baked perfume
Good morning -
sun, giving light
what reunion is this
after absence in night.
Welcome, your embrace
earth's arms open wide
to the light that you give
and that gives morning
life.
sweet birds I love-
hear me your sun rising song.
Morning's breath fill your lungs,
your chest cause to swell
as you turn morning air
into song
Good morning,
pink rose in the sun,
my eyes your bright body attract.
Morning's fragrance you make
that my nostril's inflame
with the scent of your
sun-baked perfume
Good morning -
sun, giving light
what reunion is this
after absence in night.
Welcome, your embrace
earth's arms open wide
to the light that you give
and that gives morning
life.
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