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"Alchemist of Language" Shuji Terayama: Short songs are lonely literature | A poem and a moment

Born in the 1930s, Shuji Terayama is a crossover stranger who combines multiple identities. Film critic Inuyasha Inuhiko described Terayama in Japanese Cinema and Postwar Mythology: "He was first and foremost a traditional poet, a horse racing critic, and the most disgraceful avant-garde theater director of the 1960s." The public is more familiar with Terayama as a director, and his representative works include "Throw Away the Books and Go to the Street" and "Pastoral Festival of the Dead". In 1967, he founded the experimental theater troupe "Patio Stack", which skillfully used the language of flesh, image, music and poetry to innovate the performance aesthetics of small theaters, and the power of rebellion against traditional values in his works also became an important ideological enlightenment for Japan's post-war generation of young people.

But as Inuhiko Shikata said, Shuji Terayama's side as a poet cannot be ignored. He began publishing poems at the age of 12, organized a national student haiku conference at the age of 17, and won the Newcomer Award for "Short Song Research" at the age of 19, and was known as the "Alchemist of Language". It can be said that his entire youth is closely intertwined with poetry. At the end of World War II, Terayama had just turned ten years old, his father died in battle, his mother sent him to different relatives to maintain the family, and after the war, he followed the frequently changing US military bases to various counties. For Terayama, his youth unfolded on ruins and rubble, and when he looked up, "too many things are dead", even if he wanted to seek new things around him, he could not find what he expected. Under the intense loneliness and depression, haiku and short songs become outlets for the release of thoughts.

In 1957, Terayama published his first collection of works, "Give Me May", which contained early poems, haiku and essays, followed by "There are books in the air", "Blood and Wheat", "Death in the Countryside" and other song collections. At that time, short songs were already in decline in Japan, and few young people wrote short songs, but Terayama was one of the anti-trendists, and he did not officially bid farewell to short songs until the 1970s. He once said that what he wanted to sing was "something clearly identified," so that "as a way of appealing to my own desire for life, I have stored montages, counterpoints, and other methods in my nest within the limits of my ability." In his view, short songs are lonely literature, but if you want to maintain a strong spirit that points to your inner life without sticking to others and traditions, you must cherish this loneliness.

As the driving force behind Shuji Terayama's entry into the music world, writer Hideo Nakai believes that although Terayama's short songs are rarely discussed positively, he has obviously established a unique personal style in his youth, and the youthful image shown in many works is still fresh and fresh to read today. Recently, the Chinese edition of "Shuji Terayama Youth Song Collection" was launched by Urari Culture, and with permission, Interface Culture (ID: BooksAndFun) selected some short songs from it for readers.

"Alchemist of Language" Shuji Terayama: Short songs are lonely literature | A poem and a moment

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Stray children

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orphan

I fell asleep with my mouth open

In the scattered brown bread crumbs

In the light

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The light of the underground passage gathers

Wrapped in a hat to bring

Little sparrow

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The square is cold

Next to the Christmas tree

Stray children with his little sister

It's a comparison

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Pull out the radish left in the pit

Sunlight gathers

Bright and deep

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My tomorrow

It will turn into a bird

When orphans see

Cold sunset when burning

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Put the carrot seeds

The wind that blows

Connected

Orphans, sunsets and me

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The height of the sunflower

Almost dry my shirt

Tomorrow will blossom

I want to believe in tomorrow

"Alchemist of Language" Shuji Terayama: Short songs are lonely literature | A poem and a moment

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This is Paris

It can also be counted as a sad song

With drunken teenagers

Leaning in a cloak

My inner teenager

The Night of No Return

Autumn vegetables are boiled

Stained cheeks

With that

A teenager who hates the sea for no reason

Stay in the lab

But I felt lonely

Winter vertical long glass windows

The figure is distorted

Finally couldn't believe it

The teenager turned and left

With the one who inhabits my heart

The boy who guards the forest

After falling asleep

Listen to an old record together

In the horned bird can be heard chirping

In a small library

Wait for one

A teenager with white ears

The one who has always trusted me

Between the boy who returned and me

Fleas jumped over

Cold land

"Alchemist of Language" Shuji Terayama: Short songs are lonely literature | A poem and a moment

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The sun shines on the gas station

Far away

Sleeping love affair

Thoughts did not ripple

There should be

Five dollar coin to listen to the blues

Keep stroking with your injured foot

An empty jar shining in the sun

Orphan with his arms

In the eyes of the little pigeons

The morning glow of winter

When it burns out

Can on the screwdriver

Coagulated blood

If it is the elderly

I want sleep more than the blues

He was not born black

Hence the yearning

Wild tanker truck,

Olive trees, rivers and much more

Solidified on a military blanket

Saliva marks are distinct

Besides

No relics of love were left behind

After escaping from here

Where to go

Railway at night

A moment of blood vessel heat

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Blues across the wall

The accent is heavy

Pour hot water into the washbasin

While singing and

<h3>9</h3>

Give me that

Aborted cat Stefi

Looked at the sea

Days of virginity

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The truck driver leaves

The cat leaves

Gasoline barrels were left behind

Sunny place

"Alchemist of Language" Shuji Terayama: Short songs are lonely literature | A poem and a moment

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I turned to the tall beech tree

Send out inquiries

About the sky

The bluedest place

Passport collection on the 7th floor

In a conference room

A bird was imprisoned

It's me

visible

The dinghy swinging out of the boathouse

Across the river

My dream of running away

To detach from my interior

One day

I would use parasols as wings

Jump from a tall building

Bikes on shelf

And what I finally forgot

My burns

The short songs in this article are selected from the book "Shuji Terayama Youth Songs Collection" and published with the permission of Urari Culture.

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