Tag Archives: Poetry

雨ニモマケズ the Song

Jackie Chan raised US$ 3.3 mil­lion in three hours dur­ing the Artiste 311 Love Bey­ond Bor­ders con­cert, which the liv­ing legend and his sidekicks organ­ised. Which led to this awe­some song of the only poem I know by heart at the present moment — Miyazawa Kenji’s Ame ni mo Makezu. Remem­ber to donate if you

Fate/Sane Night

Have you read Harry Pot­ter and the Meth­ods of Ration­al­ity yet? If you haven’t, what is wrong with you? I am the core of my thoughts Belief is my body And choice is my blood I have revised over a thou­sand judge­ments Unafraid of loss Nor aware of gain Have with­stood pain to update many times Wait­ing for truth’s arrival. This

Hanazawa Kana Narrates Miyazawa Kenji

Lit­er­at­ure spans the entire breath of civil­iz­a­tion. Every time you invoke their words, the minds of geni­uses of times long gone are resur­rec­ted once more. I adore the idea that by read­ing what is being writ­ten, the imprints of the human mind from another era moment­ar­ily occupy a part of your mind. An organic sim­u­la­tion of another

God and the Goo

Quite a num­ber of folks liked this ditty on Face­book: The supreme being it claimed to be, While mas­turb­at­ing goo, It declared itself holy And out of its ass came you. God repro­duced asexu­ally, And ruled over the clone, Made in its image to be holy, To be a slav­ish drone. And when the lord came to