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The Temple of the Golden Pavilion - Ikebana

While Kashiwaga was talking, his hands had been moving delicately, first arranging the little, rusty flower holder in the bowl, then inserting the cattail, which occupied the role of Heaven in the arrangement, next adding the irises, which he adjusted into a three-leaf set.

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Books

Books as albums - why not?

Recently, I was re-reading Anais Nin’s Delta Of Venus (a fantastic book in its own right! And 50 Shades Of Grey bit the dust – but it’s a terrible book anyway).  488 more words

Music

Descending to the depths of Yukio Mishima’s ‘Sea of Fertility’

Damian Flanagan reports (in case you are wondering who Donald Keene is). Also check out Damian’s bio of YM.

“The Sea of Fertility,” the leviathan that Mishima left behind, is arguably both the most important Japanese literary work written in the last 100 years and, by far, the least understood.

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Philosophical Literature

Dinner And A Movie

Watching Yukio Mishima’s Patriotism, macaroni and cheese with barbecue is not recommended, particularly if you’ve finished your brisket sandwhiches and the run-off sauce has gotten into the mac-and-cheese, even if the hari-kiri scene is in black and white. 8 more words

Toulouse Street

72nd Discussion: Yukio Mishima's Confessions of a Mask

Moderator: Raj
Attendees: Alexius, Dominic, Ivan, Timmy

The biggest complain we had about the book was the way it was written: Dominic felt it was unlike the “Japanese style of writing”, comparing Mishima to Murakami. 645 more words

Family

The Temple of the Golden Pavilion - excerpt

Three parts of the temple were strikingly white – the roofs of the Kukyocho and the Choondo and the little roof of the Sosei. The rest of the uninhabited building was dark, and there was rather something fresh about the blackness of the complicated, wooden structure that stood out in relief against the snow.

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Books

By My Own Knife

For every paper tiger roars
It’s never fear that makes me red
By my own knife my guts will pour

While every movement has a core… 101 more words

Poems