By Sakutaro Hagiwara, Hiroaki Sato
Modernist poet Sakutarō Hagiwara's first released publication, Howling on the Moon, shattered traditional verse varieties and reworked the poetic panorama of Japan. of its poems have been got rid of on order of the Ministry of the inner for "disturbing social customs." in addition to the whole thing of Howling, this quantity contains all of Blue Cat, Hagiwara's moment significant assortment, including Cat city, a prose-poem novella, and a considerable choice of verse from the remainder of his books, giving readers the whole breadth and intensity of this pioneering poet's striking paintings.
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Magi and guests, avoid us while you still have time. We rule like princes over nothing. Our history dissolves like foam. I warn you. " Mud engulfs us like a net. We drown in it. Slime covers our eyelids. It scarves our necks like silk. Somehow it came without a cloud. What happened to the thunder? Who stilled the prophecies of havoc? "Come then. Invade us Invade our sacred lives. Our women wait  for you behind the bushes of their dreams, in chambers, on the grass. Their loins and nipples Stiffen with the aches of lust.
Like me, you groan with every step. I mourn with you. I know how a back breaks. I share your fate beneath this tree of my despair, but the roots of the plague are clear to me. Blink by blink, I wait a darker eagle. Behind my shoulder stands the shepherd of no hope. His flutes break in my chest. The road before me bleeds with nothing but anemone and weeds. I hear a rasp of thorns. Despair, I call you by your right name. We were never strangers, but I refuse to walk with you. 5. Rejection's banners guard me as I weave these words, but in my face another marriage has begun.
Just say I live in the closed drum of space. If you must say something, say that. 5. With echoes for neighbors we will die together and live in the shadow of seasons, in dust, in the open book of prairies, in grass we trampled once and signed with our footprints. We will stay like relics of our kind for our kindreminders, shadows, echoes of echoes. 6. Mihyar assembles space and spins it on his tray. He towers over everything. Nights are his paths, and stars are his fires. One look at his faceand the sky brightens.
Cat Town (NYRB Poets) by Sakutaro Hagiwara, Hiroaki Sato