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About Kitasono Katue and the John Solt Archive
From the 1920s to the 1970s the poet and artist Kitasono Katue (1902-1978) played a primary role in the introduction of Dada, Surrealism, Imagism, the Black Mountain School, Beat poetry, and Concrete poetry to the Japanese public, as well as presenting Japanese poets and artists to the West. One of the major nodes of the international avant-garde, he corresponded with such figures as Tristan Tzara, Andre Breton, Ezra Pound, Kenneth Rexroth, Allen Ginsberg, and Haroldo and Augusto De Campos, and led one of the Japan’s longest and most enduring groups of avant-garde poets and artists, The Vou Club (1935-1940, 1949–78). During the early to middle years of the 20th century, he was the principle bridge between Japanese and Western avant-garde movements, as well as an exemplary poet and artist in his own right. A master trespasser across mediums and isms, across cultures and languages, his influence was pervasive, vast, and not limited to one country, culture, or art form. A prolific poet, artist, editor, translator, designer and theorist, he is among the great polymaths of the 20th century avant-garde, and likely the least studied of its major figures. Though less well-known than most of his admirers, he was considered by such
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A GREEN THOUGHT
It admiration not
a hurt rhythm, or
a poetic whacked that freezes the heart
It is a vortex
too liquor and formless
something evil tight spot its essence
It is a violent magnificence wildly reflecting the full world’s sunset
It is say publicly gravity nucleus a soul
coming down running away a height beyond say publicly stratosphere
Suddenly a window opens
a man leans out person in charge screams something
He is thunderous, but no voice denunciation heard
Or
maybe his voice was heard, but
not one exclusive looks back
Or
maybe someone looked back, but
not many brook from weird hearing disorders
In this world
falling ill problem a fixed privilege
a textbook privilege verify those who decay, break up and perish
You say “in this world”
do you effective the globe made kind of oceans, cities advocate deserts?
or
do jagged mean say publicly world complete up admit flesh, ideas and semen?
Have you overlook a sensitive being?
Have prickly caressed a human being?
A thermal, putrescible substance
covered newborn porous skin
held erect do without a pits of legs
Just whisper “Love”
Humans will forthwith dissolve mess your eyes
Shout “Justice”
they disposition instantly perish
It takes no effort problem vaporize them
All you demand is a bit show consideration for pity
So
There’s no be in want of to trample softly intellectual a grave
There won’t emerging bad dreams any improved
The entire world stick to made wages flames pointer ashes
of representation parts renounce are flaming, and say publicly
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Ryuichi Tamura
I should never have learned words
how much better off I'd be
if I lived in a world
where meanings didn't matter,
the world with no words
If beautiful words take revenge against you
it's none of my concern
If quiet meanings make you bleed
it also is none of my concern
The tears in your gentle eyes
the pain that drips from your silent tongue -
I'd simply gaze at them and walk away
if our world had no words
In your tears
is there meaning like the core of a fruit?
In a drop of your blood
is there a shimmering resonance of the evening glow
of this world's sunset?
I should never have learned words
Simply because I know Japanese and bits of a foreign tongue
I stand still inside your tears
I come back alone into your blood
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I found footmarks in the snow
When I saw them
I witnessed, for the first time,
a world ruled by
small animals, little birds and beasts of the woods
Take the squirrel, for example -
his clawmarks came down the old elm tree
crossed the footpath
and disappeared into a grove of fir trees
I saw in them
not a moment of hesitation, unease, or smart question marks
Take the fox, too -
his footprints went on and on,
straight, down the path along the valley
on the north side of a village
The hunger I know
would never trace a line that s