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"Even in Kyoto / I long for Kyoto, / hearing the cuckoo sing."

- Bashō

Jan 27
This building was the hut of Mukai Kyorai, the best-known disciple of the illustrious haiku poet Bashō. Legend holds that Kyorai dubbed the house Rakushisha (literally ‘House of the Fallen Persimmons’) after he woke one morning following a fierce storm to find the persimmons he had planned to sell were all fallen from the trees in the garden and scattered on the ground.
Jan 27

This building was the hut of Mukai Kyorai, the best-known disciple of the illustrious haiku poet Bashō. Legend holds that Kyorai dubbed the house Rakushisha (literally ‘House of the Fallen Persimmons’) after he woke one morning following a fierce storm to find the persimmons he had planned to sell were all fallen from the trees in the garden and scattered on the ground.

No matter what they say, / I love Gion. / Even in my sleep, / the sound of waves flows / beneath my pillow.
-Yoshii Isamu
Jan 27

No matter what they say, / I love Gion. / Even in my sleep, / the sound of waves flows / beneath my pillow.

-Yoshii Isamu

"Make a delicious bowl of tea; lay the charcoal so that it heats the water; arrange the flowers as they are in the field; in summer suggest coolness; in winter, warmth; do everything ahead of time; prepare for rain; and give those with whom you find yourself every consideration."

- Sen no Rikyu (1522-1591)

Jan 28
Jan 28

Toyo Ito.

Darkness is an indispensable element element of the beauty of lacquerware. Nowadays they make even a white laquer, but the lacquerware of the past was finished in black, brown, or red, colors built up of countless layers of darkness, the inevitable product of the darkness in which life was lived. Sometimes a piece of black lacquerware, decorated perhaps with flecks of silver and gold-a box or a desk or a set of shelves-will seem to me unsettlingly garish and altogether vulgar. But render pitch black the void in which they stand, and light them not with the rays of the sun or electricity but rather a single lantern or candle: suddenly those garish objects turn somber, refined, dignified…Lacquerware decorated in gold is not something to be seen in brilliant light, to be taken in at a single glance; it should be left in the dark, a part here and a part there picked up by a faint light…The sheen of of lacquer, set out in the night, reflects the wavering candlelight, announcing the drafts that find their way from time to time into the quiet room, luring one into a state of reverie…Indeed the thin, impalpable, faltering light, picked up as though little rivers were running through the room, collecting little pools here and there, lacquers a pattern on the surface of the night itself.

Feb 7
In Praise of Shadows - Tanizaki
Feb 7

Kenzo Tange

"The world of dew / Is a world of dew and yet, / and yet…"

- Kobayashi Issa

Feb 7

"Art is something which lies in the slender margin between the real and the unreal."

- Chikamatsu

Feb 7

"The mists rise over / The still pools of Asuka. / Memory does not / Pass away so easily."

- Akahito (trans. Rexroth)

Feb 7