Real danger is nothing more than just living. Of course, living is merely the chaos of existence, but more than that it's a crazy mixed-up business of dismantling existence instant by instant to the point where the original chaos is restored, and taking strength from the uncertainty and the fear that chaos brings to re-create existence instant by instant. You won't find another job as dangerous as that. There isn't any fear in existence itself, or any uncertainty, but living creates it.
Yukio MishimaTag: yukio-mishima
Young people get the foolish idea that what is new for them must be new for everybody else too. No matter how unconventional they get, they're just repeating what others before them have done.
Yukio MishimaTag: classic-literature japanese-literature
I am one who has always been interested only in the edges of the body and the spirit, the outlying regions of the body and the outlying regions of the spirit. The depths hold no interest for me; I leave them to others, for they are shallow, commonplace. What is there, then, at the outer most edge? Nothing, perhaps, save a few ribbons, dangling down into the void.
Yukio MishimaWe are not wounded so deeply when betrayed by the things we hope for as when betrayed by things we try our best to despise.
In such betrayal comes the dagger in the back.
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We live in an age in which there is no heroic death.
Yukio MishimaNo, Mr. Honda, I have forgotten none of the blessings that were mine in the other world. But I fear I have never heard the name Kiyoaki Matsugae. Don’t you suppose, Mr. Honda, that there never was such a person? You seem convinced that there was; but don’t you suppose that there was no such person from the beginning, anywhere? I couldn’t help thinking so as I listened to you.”
“Why then do we know each other? And the Ayakuras and the Matsugaes must still have family registers.”
“Yes, such documents might solve problems in the other world. But did you really know a person called Kiyoaki? And can you say definitely that the two of us have met before?”
“I came here sixty years ago.”
“Memory is like a phantom mirror. It sometimes shows things too distant to be seen, and sometimes it shows them as if they were here.”
“But if there was no Kiyoaki from the beginning—” Honda was groping through a fog. His meeting here with the Abbess seemed half a dream. He spoke loudly, as if to retrieve the self that receded like traces of breath vanishing from a lacquer tray. “If there was no Kiyoaki, then there was no Isao. There was no Ying Chan, and who knows, perhaps there has been no I.”
For the first time there was strength in her eyes.
“That too is as it is in each heart.
Ciò che avveniva in camera da letto per Ayako rappresentava il costante brivido del suo quotidiano, qualcosa di bello e caldo da aspettare con impazienza, come immergersi nel mare di notte, un mare tenebroso e denso dove brillano le nottiluche. Suo marito una volta le aveva detto che aveva dei piedi graziosi e a volte li moredeva. Lei aveva ormai imparato non solo ad accogliere quell'uomo con tenerezza ma anche ad avvinghiarsi a lui come chi sta per annegare. Le era diventato familiare toccare il corpo del marito, quel corpo sodo senza recessi di mollezza, ma ancora provava una vaga vergogna
Yukio MishimaWhen silence is prolonged over a certain period of time, it takes on new meaning.
Yukio MishimaLa somiglianza è come una dolce sensazione, basterebbe somigliarsi per credere che esistano la comprensione, i pensieri che si trasmettono senza parole, la fiducia reciproca. Si somigliavano soprattutto nei loro occhi limpidi, quegli occhi che purificarono lo sporco del mondo che li adombrava, come il filtro che purifica l'aria torbida e la rende potabile. Sembrava che l'acqua limpida fluisse dai loro occhi verso l'esterno. Il giorno in cui scorrerà sul mondo toglierà ogni contaminazione.
Yukio MishimaTener segreto questo pensiero fu piacevole e allo stesso tempo triste. Quando sentivano di riuscire a volare insieme, spinti dalla potenza dell'amore, dovunque in quel cielo fino alla lontana riva opposta, l'idea di possedere le ali rendeva così reale le loro fantasie. purtroppo entrambi, credendo che solo l'altro avesse le ali, provarono un immenso sconforto perchè erano sicuri che un giorno o l'amato sarebbe volato via da solo".
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