32 quotes
Poetry is neither a mystery nor a symbol nor a demon. Poetry is nothing more than a lonely consolation for the owner of a sickly soul and a man of solitude.
Cat Town (2014)
Why can't one love with one's body those whom one loves with one's heart?
Cat Town (2014)
A person, individually, is always terribly lonely forever and ever.
Cat Town (2014)
Suppose a mechanical man has a feeling? It will be nothing but boundless sorrow.
Cat Town (2014)
When I think of poetry, I become teary, without meaning to, because of the wretchedness of human sentiments.
Cat Town (2014)
When I think of poetry, I feel its fierce human suffering and its joy.
Cat Town (2014)
I love human beings. Nevertheless I fear human beings.
Cat Town (2014)
The human lodges collapsed on the ground
are asleep like huge spiders.
In lonely pitch-dark nature
animals tremble with fear
and threatened by some Dream Demon
are howling sadly pale.
Cat Town (2014)
I think of a mystery hard to solve
universal life's instinct's solitary
eternally eternally solitary a sentiment ever so flowery.
Cat Town (2014)
From cause-and-effect's destiny's fixed law's
miserable
dry plate of a landscape on which despair has frozen
run away the pale shadow.
Cat Town (2014)
The past is a painful memory to me. The past was an ominous nightmare of frustrations, inaction, and a suffering body and flesh.
Cat Town (2014)
Poetry always looks down on vulgar folk, transcends the air of the age, and honors the most noble and clear spirit—that is utterly natural in its essence.
Cat Town (2014)
I have no more hope no more honor no more future.
And irretrievable remorse alone
scurried away like a field mouse.
Cat Town (2014)
I have made poetry for a long time but I have less and less confidence in it. Someone like me is no more than a miserable blue cat's nightmare.
Cat Town (2014)
I want to nail my own gloomy shadow into the moonlit earth. Lest the shadow follow me forever.
Cat Town (2014)
Body half buried in sand,
still it's lolling its tongue.
Over this invertebrate's head,
pebbles and brine rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle, flowing,
flowing,
ah so quietly as a dream flowing.
Cat Town (2014)
With rare words that adults do not know
nature terrified us
trembling like reeds
we wept and shouted in the lonely wasteland.
"Mo-other! Mo-other!"
Cat Town (2014)
Here and there, I see farmers' melancholy faces.
The faces are dark, looking only at the ground.
On the ground, spring, like smallpox, is ponderously
erupting.
Cat Town (2014)
The dog that howls at the moon howls suspicious and fearful of his own shadow. To the dog's ailing heart, the moon is an ominous puzzle like a pallid ghost. The dog howls far into the distance.
Cat Town (2014)
Longing for whatever shadow
I longed for Tokyo even on sleety days, I thought,
but leaning there on a wall in backstreets, and cold,
what dream is this man, a beggar, dreaming?
Cat Town (2014)