Tatehata Akira / 建畠晢 – Ⅲ
We were watching their rotation. The sisters that had become horizontal.Then the sisters that became perpendicular. The sisters that became upside
down. And then back to where they were. They again started all over from
where they were horizontal. I’m saying both sisters together in all that. The
repetition of the rotation, but time went on passing. With no accident, it went
on darkening. The shadows of trees stretched long on the earth, and when they
stretched themselves out, they were lost in the evening darkness.
What do you think? About the bureaucrats of colors in the evening,about the history sisters having no accidents? What do you think? Are we the
ones who introspect? Who ought to introspect in the midst of history? What do
“The metaphysics of accidents are getting very much like regularfolks.” “Today new lyricism begins.” “He’s saying this is today’s, that is
I’m saying both sisters together in all that. They are slowly turning onthe stage. The bureaucrats say: It isn’t too accurate to say there are no
accidents. Even colors can easily have accidents. We know best. History is
like that. And so introspection visits everyone.
History sisters, now horizontal, soon to be upside down. If colors haveaccidents, time will have accidents. The day will darken, there will be no
more shadows, and the rotation of the sisters will cease sooner or later. But,
what do you think? What do you think of the show that ended without a
mishap? About the bureaucrats who are going home in the evening darkness?
“If they’re regular folks, they’ll have to be updated.” “Then the footfallsof the people who went out of the building will be different. “History sisters,
now laugh at the colors of the bureaucrats.”