Lacrima: Caruso-san
His pale blue skin, the voice of the flute,
Curtains rise for the Beautiful One’s play—
The role of the bleeding heart
is not to watch over that silver thread
woven callously, vicariously,
into the forgotten tapestry of the world,
but to shield with swan wings,
violently, majestically,
the other role of eternal unhappiness.
So that the arteries can ossify,
so that the obsolescence
of the bleeding heart and his eternal unhappiness
can encase themselves in a serene sleep
and seem obliviously irrelevant
to all but the Beautiful One.
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Du Fu Sings
Die yourself into a tree
Decant your breaths
A million times over
Would you walk through that door?
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Hypocrisy is a form of mental masturbation of the weak.
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