I have read quite a few articles on many a various subject regarding the far east, particularily Japan. Among other things I came across a few articles about the opening of Japan to the West at the end of the Edo period and the cultural influence thereof, which included the peculiar loss of direction of Taishou Japan.
It wasn’t the same. The culture’s not ours, we can’t comprehend.
No direction was there, no reliable beacon
Or guidance was seen.
The officers knew moral fibers had weakened
And yet, such a scene
So grotesque and obscene―
Miss Abe confessed she brought this mad love a terrible end.
The newspapers buzzed, the public sure read, the case was unfolded.
The judge heard it all, and this case he sure browsed
And finally said:
‘Though admittedly was I by this case aroused,
This is grave. A man’s dead.’
Nowadays, it’s all read,
And somehow, the one who murdered is into a heroin moulded..
...In many a year, in distant a land, with different a clue,
When all that we see as obscene and defiled
Or otherwise wrong
Is either as virtue or norm to be filed
And virtues so strong
To a sin’s world belong―
I hope they remember that we were all human folk too.
An Cat Dubh
Unum diem...
(P.S. I finally started uni. Fuck yeah.)
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