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read kindle Î 草枕 Kusamakura Ö Paperback ´ johnscyclingdiary Ê ❰Epub❯ ➞ 草枕 Kusamakura Author Natsume Sōseki – Johns-cycling-diary.co.uk A stunning new translation—the first in than forty years—of a major novel by the father of modern Japanese fiction NatsumeThat lives through beauty Written at a time when Japan was opening its doors to the rest of the world Kusamakura turns inward to the pristine mountain idyll and the taciturn lyricism of its courtship scenes enshrining the essence of old Japan in a work of enchanting literary nostalgi Clearly I am thinking about nothing I am most certainly looking at nothing Since nothing is present to my consciousness to beguile me with its color and movement I have not become one with anything Yet I am in motion motion neither within the world nor outside it simply motion Neither motion as flower nor as bird nor motion in relation to another human just ecstatic emotion To me that is the nonemotion from Kusamakura of life as nature as art as life as poetry In my own hazed definitions I tell myself that it's my human naturism as well as outside naturism like normal people would call it Walking outside after a storm and the senses pick up the clean smells of the earth and sky No one else is around so things don't matter in the way of conseuences I feel cheesey trying to name it Haikus Kusamakura is Soseki's haiku novel Nature It is what Robert Bresson said about not chasing poetry and letting it slip in your walking joints as ellipises he said it better than that I'm paraphrasing That's it Ellipsis motion Kusamakura is my ellipsis motion novel I simply gaze at it with pleasure The word gaze is perhaps a little strong Rather say that the phantom slips easily in under my closed eyelids It comes gliding into the room traveling soundlessly over the matting like a spirit lady walking on water This The unnamed protagonist sets off into the other corners of his world to forget the self interest found in identifying in emotions of life as stage I don't think I could go anywhere and not make of that Stories are my life and I read it into everything But I think I need the painting kind of naturismhaiku Life as thousands of years ago or a thousand years away It can't touch you and you cannot touch it Is that kind of love capable of burning as fire? Probably not But it can be an image made whole It might not do a damned thing about loneliness but a painting is unbroken hearted I think I get why it was good for him to go in search of his nonemotion artistic life When a thing finishes abruptly you register the abruptness of its ending and the loss is not deeply moving to you A voice that breaks off decisively will produce a decisive feeling of completion in the listener But when a phenomenon fades naturally away toward nothing with no real pause or break the listening heart shrinks with each dwindling minute and each waning second to a thinner forlornness Like the beloved dying who yet does not die the guttering flame that still flickers on this song racks my heart with ancticipation of its end and holds within its melody all the bitter sorrows of the world's transient springs I read this edition of Soseki's work translated by Meredith McKinney under the title Kusamakura rather than The Three Cornered World translated by I have to look this up Translators have never had this level of attention from me before goodreads unless the work is a particular favorite Alan Turney It was a new translation by Jay Rubin Him I don't have to rescue from the tip of my tongue of Sanshiro too I'm not sure why there were new translations done McKinney's introduction talks about how impossible it is to capture the simplicity of Soseki's Japanese into English She chose an old fashioned style of English writing to reflect the losing to times style of the Japanese I was at the least in McKinney's touch if not her hands because I cannot read the Japanese The old fashioned style is like a Do telling kind of thought One must instructions If I were on this walk I think I'd want to close the eyelids a bit and not chase with the Musts McKinney is all I've got Maybe it is the scholarly bent of the philosophy not to mention her How I did it introduction that made me feel it was bent that way I know I'm convoluted at best trying to define any of this stuff Well isn't everyone alone in their naturist moments? Maybe McKinney's instructional method works better than my inner describing it to myself stuff The Three Cornered World is a great way of explaining the disregard of reality in a make believe world of art I have no way of knowing what the literal translation is I'm going to refer to Kusamakura in this review all the same because that's what my copy was called Useless Mariel trivia I refer to foriegn films to the title it was packaged as when I saw it Some French titles some in English If you see something frightening simply as what it is there's poetry in it; if you step back from your reactions and view something uncanny on its own terms simply as an uncanny thing there's a painting there It's precisely the same if you choose to take heartbreak as the subject for art You must forget the pain of your own broken heart and simply visualize in objective terms the tender moments the moments of empathy or unhappiness even the moments most redolent with the pain of heartbreak These will then become the stuff of literature or art Some will manufacture an impossible heartbreak put themselves through its agonies and crave its pleasures The average man considers this to be sheer folly and madness But someone who willfully creates the lineaments of unhappiness and chooses to dwell in this construction has it must be said gained precisely the vantage point as the artist who can create from his own being some supernatural landscape and then proceed to delight in his self created magical realm I'm going to betray my every day idiotic ramblings now It is good to sit uietly in nature to escape myself you know? The cover is a portrait of a woman in a kimono Okay that is left open to reveal breasts I've been getting a lot of used Japanese classics that have covers like this Why are covers for classics so unoriginal? I suspect I'll start seeing the same covers used for Japanese classics just like those chinless girls or cottages on English classics from the eighteenth century I've already read this No wait I haven't Her dress had puffed sleeves This kimono reveals a bit cleavage than that other one I mean the peach cleft hairline thingy Um Soseki is said to have written Kusamakura in a week Fuuuuck This is only my third Soseki and I'm already convinced he was something of a genius I feel like he could be one of those long ago puzzle peices that makes my whole painting I know the Kusamakura protagonist didn't believe in detective work It isn't a complete fit I don't want it to be What I love about detective work is figuring out the differences and the sameness I DO care about the hows and the whys What we call pleasure in fact contains all suffering since it arises from attachment Only thanks to the existence of the poet and the painter are we able to imbibe the essence of this dualistic world to taste the purity of its very bones and marrow The artist feasts on mists he sips the dew appraising this hue and assessing that and he does not lament the moment of death The delight of artists lies not in attachment to objects but in taking the object into the self become one with it Once he has become the object no space can be found on this vast earth of ours where he might stand firmly as himself He has cast off the dust of the sullied self and become a traveler clad in tattered robes drinking down the infinities of pure mountain winds Yukio Mishima said about Kawabata that he was the eternal traveler That might be a appropriate description of Soseki The traveling as ellipsis Yeah The fact of the matter is that the realms of poetry and art are already amply present in each one of us Our years may pass unheeded until we find ourselves in groaning decrepitude but when we turn to recollect our life and enumerate the vicissitudes of our history and experience then surely we will be able to call up with delight some moment when we have forgotten our sullied selves a moment that lingers still just as even a rotting corpse will yet emit a faint glow Anyone who cannot do so cannot call his life worth living This I know I said it borders on a self help style too much to underly the true meaning of beneath the gaze But moments like this? This is the true definition of natures Does anyone else like to watch making ofs about their favorite films? Kusamakura feels a bit like that I remember my mouth hanging open in astonishment over one behind the scenes story about Klaus Kinski from Werner Herzog I don't need the behind the scenes to feel anything about Klaus Kinski I really do Feel something but knowing how Kinski would keep his feet planted and rotate the rest of his body for the camera to pick up how he entered the frame larger than life? I was impressed First wall second wall third wall I love it when they don't have to break and exist at the same time Kusamakura is that kinda behind the scenes rather than just the story No matter what the pure artistic aim was in its construction to exist outside of emotion The construction of the painting was not without spirit Emotion is spirit as far as I'm concerned I loved Kusamakura for being about this because I'm going to need stuff like this to explain how one goes about building this life Ps This review is crazy isn't it?

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Mysterious encounters with Nami the lovely young daughter of the establishment Nami or beauty is the center of this elegant novel the still point around which the artist moves and the enigmatic subject of Sōseki's word painting In the author's words Kusamakura is a haiku style novel A meditation on life and beauty beneath a kaleidoscope of colours and images a paean to beauty set against a harleuin shimmer of colours from the reflections of a sun light on a the leaves of a tree or the bucolic blooming on the whimsically white flower petals beneath the inky blue night sky The incandescence of the night sky the warbling of the sky lark beneath leaves of a tree leaden with rain the pale indescribable iridescence of sun light on a mountain slope the poetry leaden atmosphere of Japan these are the images which dominate Kusamakura a kind of homage to the Chinese poetry and haiku which were concerned with the natural world than human psychology; as the narrator states beneath the indifference of nature lies an acceptance which is not possible in the human world a freedom from the endless restrictions of society“As I get back to my feet my eyes take in the distant scene To the left of the path soars a mountain peak in shape rather like an inverted bucket From foot to summit it is entirely covered in what could either by cypress or cedar whose blue black mass is stippled with the pale pink of swathes of blossoming cherry The distance is so hazy that all appears as a single wash of blurred shapes and colours”The story follows an intinerate artist as he traverses various parts of Japan As well as his appreciation of the natural world the artist ponders the meaning of art; art is the vehicle by which people can recognise beauty art is the tool with which the human mind can comprehend the inner luminescence of the world art is the medium by which the human mind can rise above the mediocrity which besets the world the artist lachrymose lugubrious and misunderstood yet the sole individual who can comprehend the mellifluous melancholy or the world who can use art to to overcome the impermanence life and gain immortality;“We owe our humble gratitude to all the practitioners of the arts for they mellow the harshness of the human world and enrich the human heart Yes a poem a painting can draw the sting of troubles from a troubled world and lay in its place a blessed realm before our grateful eyes You only have to conjure the world up before you and there you will find a living poem a fount of song No need to stand before your easel and limn with brush and paint the world’s vast array of forms and colours and sparkles with the inner eye”A wonderfully innovative and deeply imagined celebration of life ‘Kusamakura’ is the ultimate textbook on beauty on life on the gentle shimmers of sun beams or the dazzling colours of a camelia flower

Natsume Sōseki ´ 草枕 Kusamakura ebook

草枕 KusamakuraA stunning new translation the first in than forty years of a major novel by the father of modern Japanese fiction Natsume Sōseki's Kusamakura follows its nameless young artist narrator on a meandering walking tour of the mountains At the inn at a hot spring resort he has a series of A thirst for the purity of an openness that eschews all restrictions of internal will or external codes The rare locale of an artist A place of imagination and dreaming existing apart from the vulgarity of movement the world Seeking it removes any chance of finding it The locale is something which arrives A splendor of reverie for those patient enough to wait A book that replenishes the inspiration of awaitingWe travel with the narrator a 30 year old Japanese artist His steps takes him into a valley an Inn where he is the only visitor What is to be sought in this uiet splendor is what is an artist? How is this manifested within a person how is this manifested within a person's response to the worldResiding within his mind his thoughts which exist between the breaths of prose verse carrying pearls of metaphor we live through his travails temptations experiences and experiences of experience A dedicated pilgrim of the mind he has that uniue gift to express the ephemeral in beautific language while carrying out a plot not inserted but grown from seed and carefully tendedMy only complaint a small one there was a couple of time the descriptive language slid over the borderline into overuse and slowed the narrative A loss of a 05 stars However due to the reading of this slender novel memoir autobiographical interlude travelogue I understand rather than know one may be an accomplished artist without painting composing writing playing a musical instrument Living within each moment invites us to live within the world of art as opposed to the contrast of living within the taint of the disuieted worldPlease do not take my review as alluding to that this uiet writing is instructive The author is filled with grace and gracefulness in the practice of his craft The book was difficult to put down During the day it proved a burdensome task to close its covers within my mind It is difficult now to be in ANY situation as I had been before Anything new is uncomfortable for me at first There are riches here though Many than meets the eye455