Kiwao Nomura

1.

And so,

The sky feels itchy,

I'd considered everything in turn very carefully,

And so, no light gets in,

The sky feels itchy,

Is it because of my skin, hee hee hee,

A good, funny shout,

I stretched and stretched this way that way,

Humming's a grass,

And so, and so,

Oh no, I've left my bones somewhere,

The sky feels itchy,

2

Seven minutes to madness,

The insects have started to move,

3.

In the back of the brain, the rice field ridges, ridge after ridge, among old lonely nerve bushes, I thought it must be something like a grain, and it shook, maybe shaken by the wind, and concentrating my attention, as if drawn by my attention, it began to move, coming this way, no longer a grain, an insect, what can I do? in the outside world I would either squash the insect or leave, that would be it, but in the back of the brain, and not just one, at first there was one, but now it seems like a whole nest, bubbling up, repellent, there’s nothing I can do,

4.

Insects, and more insects,

It’s practically

The same as,

Considering everything in turn very carefully

5.

The leading group already across the ninth ridge,

Gradually growing in size,

Shrieking of nectar,

Shrieking of winged robes,

They're like rope,

Rope all over,

World-scale rope,

Shredded,

Squeezed,

6.

Insects seeing insects and saying

We're all eye,

Insects hearing insects and saying

We're all ear,

Insects saying if touched by insects

We'd be all hand,

None separate,

None vanish,

7.

And then again,

Large-scale insects, like swaying industrial complexes,

Then insects drowning in blood at rest,

Then insects formed entirely of the bones of voice,

8.

It can't be helped, I must

Imagine a wall slightly in front of the back of the brain,

In case the insects come,

9

And so,

I should like to state that I have, just today, drawn a line under that, period,

The future coming round and round,

And so, I scratch,

Pastures inside,

Depth of skin, not yet come, distant and familiar,

Wiping the slate clean, fiercely wiping the slate clean,

Holding underarm the wave of a laugh about something remembered, 

Scratch, scratch,

And so,

I should like to state that I have, just today, drawn a line under that, period,

The future coming round and round,

10.

An insect like the period,

Flies up, floats up from the ridge,

Fin, fellow,

Filly, fissure,

This way, that way, and then,

As if saying

Straight ahead, that’s obvious,

Lands on the next ridge

And looks back

11.

And then again,

Insects suddenly called by name,

Or perhaps bubbles emptily calling the names,

Insects like the bubbles,

Or perhaps towers spouting viscous bubbles,

Insects like the towers,

Swarming, swarming,

Insects, whatever,

Insects, whatever,

12.

Repellent, there's nothing I can do, the leading party will soon reach the wall, if only they would turn back, if they start climbing, no they can’t, it’s steep and slip slippery, no thought can climb, however carefully things are considered in turn, so neither will the insects, no that's not right, somewhere they may’ve become more insect, may just abandon thought, and then they’ll climb without caring that it’s a wall, when that happens, I, when that happens I

13.

Ma, mamaamu,

Sound insects,

Hamu, ma, maamu,

Sound insects,

Maamu, mama,

Mysterious,

14.

Three minutes to madness,

The insects have started to climb the wall,

The rainbow, under

the layer of the city’s

garment, is a snake,

the snake, the

(meta-) layer of the city’s

garment, is a rainbow,

slightly, exhaled air, curving,

bluely, exhaled air, curving,

I am, tossed about, by the leaves,

the leaves are, tossed about, by the water,

the rainbow, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a snake,

the voice, beside the layer of the snake’s numerous eyes, is a

yoga,the yoga, the (para-) layer of the snake’s numerous eyes,

is a voice, the scene, above the layer of the streak, of the voice,

blue, and red, becomes astir, the scene, the (poly-)layer of the

streak, of the voice, becomes astir too, ram, dam, a fuss, dam, tam,

a stir, the rainbow, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a snake,

the snake, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a finger,

the finger, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a rain, the rain,

under the layer of the city’s garment, is a phosphor, eek!, a phosphor,

the phosphor, blue, and red, the phosphor under the layer, of the city’s

garment, is hemp, the hemp under the layer, of the city’s garment, is

a stigma, and at the same time, a man, eek!, a man, a blue man,

the man, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a fold, the fold

under the layer of the city’s garment, is a rainbow, the rainbow,

under the layer of the city’s garment, is a snake, ram, dam, a fuss,

dam, tam, a stir, la-la-la, the bowels of men, floating,

la-la-la, the edges of men, winding, eek!, eeks!, eternity,                                  

all are, always, more or less, wrong,

yikes!, the spikes of men, flying, all are,

always, more or less, blue, and wrong,

slightly, exhaled air, curving,

blue, exhaled air, curving,

roughly, spreading out the scene,

of the intercourse, eek!, accompanied,

roughly, spreading out the membrane,

of secretion, yike!, accompanied,

the rainbow, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a snake,

the blister, beside the layer of the streak, of the snake, is a callus,

the acne, beside the layer of the voice, of the callus, is a tumor,

the tumor, blue, and yellow, the bud, beside the layer of the shadow,

of the tumor, is a pod, the mattress under the layer of the present,

of the pod, is a city, la-la-la, the edges of men, becoming transparent,

u-la-la, the negation of men, calming down, lapping, tam, garment’s,

noisy dream, tufted, cold, garment’s, loud dream, the rainbow, under

the layer of the city’s garment, is, eek!, a snake, the snake, under

the layer of the city’s garment, is, eek!, a rainbow, the snake,

under the layer of the rainbow’s garment, is a city, the city,

under the layer of the rainbow’s garment, is,

eek!, a snake, the rainbow, blue, and the black,

under the layer of the snake’s garment, is, eek!, yike!, a city, the tongue,

under the layer of the snake’s garment, is a city, a rainbow, the tongue,

under the layer of the city’s snake, is a garment, a rainbow, the tongue,

under the layer of the city’s snake, is a rainbow, a garment, the tongue,

under the layer of the city’s rainbow, is a garment, a snake, the tongue,

under the layer of the city’s rainbow, is a snake, yow!,

eek!, an earthworm, of a sand fly, of a horse fly, yike!, is the snake,

yow!, an abalone, of a tadpole, of a centipede, eek!, is the snake,

eek!, a clam, of a millipede, of an angleworm, yow! is the snake,

yike!, a slug, of a roundworm, of a mole cricket, eek!, is the snake,

yow!, a littleneck clam, of a scolopendrid, of a molt, yike!, is the snake,

yike!, a butterfly, of a tadpole, of a millipede, yow!, is the snake,

ram, dam, a fuss, dam, tam, a stir,

the clam, the angleworm, the abalone, the roundworm, the slug, the scaly dragon, the millipede,

tufted, cold, garment’s, noisy dream, la-la-la, the bowels of men,

floating, la-la-la, the spikes of men, flying,

yike!, yow!, eek!, jee!, jeez!, jesus!

the rainbow, under the layer of the city’s garment, is a snake,

I am, tossed about, by the leaves,

the leaves are, tossed about, by the water,

slightly, exhaled air, curving,

blue, exhaled air, curving,

the (meta-) layer

of the city’s garment,

is a rainbow,

the rainbow, under

the layer of the city’s

garment, is a snake

We, coated with dust and mad,

coated

with dust and mad,

─oh, the breathing mouth of the sky,

showing signs of spring, uneven,

the breathing mouth of the sky, uneven,

the curious folds of this land,

the Ever-Young River,

rising there, as we, coated with dust and mad,

─a straw doll going for a spring ski,

the wind rises,

the ring of memory gently swells,

─a straw doll going for a spring ski,

but especially, the folds, the curious folds,

rather than the hill of life enclosed in the ecstasy of showering;

look, they are twisting like a rope,

and then unwinding, the folds,

the Ever-Young River,

─where the snakes lurk, and the ominous stars fall,

and we also, eyes closed,

bodies burned, become tiny bones,

and metamorphose till we cry inside the womb

and oh, they are

the ashes, and the invisible carriers of those ashes,

─where the snakes lurk, and the alluring stars fall

this vertigo is deep and cool,

finally,

that emptiness grows more luminous.

So, it’s

Good Morning

I open the window

and see the camels

It’s almost impossible (but

I see the camels (I see the camels (the camels rooted in fact

beside the white high-rise apartment (in the dry shapeless

vacant lot and it seems as if

the dry sea cucumber were its √

Let’s add them up

Seven in all (three sitting (four standing

To lead a life

I need an ordinary view outside the window

If there is a vacant lot (there are grasses

and a cloud like the belly of a dead eel

that’s enough

So I’ve thought (but

I stop thinking so

and we put lunch on the table:

cold pasta mixed with tomatoes (and (blood sausages

Then we open

the calm heat of the afternoon (we open (and

still see the camels

The white high-rise apartment shines more (and more

it seems as if the dried sea cucumber were the  √

of the shadowless vacant lot ( where the white

still stands

Let’s add them up

Eight in all (four sitting (four standing

The camels don’t exist

if we don’t see them (so to say

But (when we don’t see the camels

they might withdraw into (themselves (or into their √

more and more

I don’t know (I don’t know

Good Evening

The lights are lit in the supermarket beyond the vacant lot

People are moving quickly (the beach or some event somewhere

I am Japanese (a beer please

Let’s add them up

Five in all (all five sitting (like a sea cucumber upon another sea cucumber

I don’t know

We close the window

and make love

So (it must be so (we will increase or decrease

but won’t disappear (will never disappear

Our bodies and

camels’ bodies (between them

something seems to have been exchanged

seems to have been dreamed of (have been consumed (been laughed off

And then again

Good Morning

the white high-rise apartment still (dozing off

like the cliff of our opaque future

La mer de la veillée, telle que les seins d’Amélie.

─ Arthur Rimbaud

                                       What you see in the sea,

                                       they are not mermaids.

                                       What you see in the sea,

                                       they are just waves.

 ─ NAKAHARA Chuya

What I see flickering in the sea of LCD

under the moonlight

in my

distant world,

they are neither mermaids nor waves

but sleepless women

Inside their bodies,

completely soft,

twisting their heavy flesh, full of secretions,

the sleepless,

absolutely sleepless women

Oh, the women tossing and tossing, sleepless, sleepless

and the brightness of their necks

beyond expression,

as if a swarm of white bugs

might gush from a single sting

That glowing reflection,

that glowing reflection,

that glowing reflection

Holding a butterfly net,

I wonder who I am

Come on, I’m not a boy of summer

But my balls are so heavy,

only my balls are so heavy,

imitating the moon drooling like a yolk

All that time

the party continues, the frenzied party of the sleepless women;

one woman,

still in pumps, jumps over the bed

and kicks away the gloom of her day,

beside her, another woman

raises the bed

and starts to spin it

Waltz, the unstoppable waltz, that glowing reflection, that glowing reflection

What I see flickering in the sea of LCD

under the moonlight

in my

distant world,

they are neither mermaids nor waves

but sleepless women

The pigsty I

The darkness tired of people being people and the stars stars perhaps that darkness

Spreading like treacle

The pigsty I

Into that darkness the pigs return like stains of speckled light

The pity of it

Beneath my mother’s sick pineal gland

The pigsty I

A cry of drowning in the darkness seeping from that eternal rafter

The pigsty I

When I still try to catch the cry

I must be five times I

Beneath my mother's sick pineal gland

The pigsty I

On that eternal rafter sun falls heavily like excreta

Or excreta like sun

The pigsty I

Renders steam-rising, smiling silent earth plentiful

Both bending in both bending out

Both encouraging both seduced and loosely bound

The pigsty I

The pigsty I

Knowing that dizziness is the whole become the core

A bunch of oak leaves fluttering reality

Feeling dizzy every day like bubbles frothing over the edge

The pigsty I

Looking for fragments of my confused self is that strange dear

The pigsty I

Oh I see the burning skull through the piteous gap

Chestnut Double Trigger flowing in

Oh in the hot wall of piteous sleep

Holes appearing as I watch

The pigsty I

The pigsty I

Still holes emerging and crawling out babbling insects

Pustules have rather developed on my skin

The pigsty I

My dear departing mother, swallow me swallow me

And do not lay me again

Do not lay me again mother

The pigsty I

This lump of itchy body heat

The pigsty I

Several faces imagined but all illusion

Beneath melting starvation like a young girl the pity of it

When infinity in the form of a horse runs off

The pigsty I

The pigs always the pigs come back again,

The pigsty I

Bearing muscles of disquiet hiding

Good isolation bad isolation rotting rotting

The pigsty I

Not knowing how the miry way and the pigsty

Are connected at dusk one winter’s day

The pigsty I

For no reason on earth I want to set fire to a convenience store

Muscles shine the pigsty squirms

Déjà vu,

as if running along the palm of the hand,

from the depths of the dim sky, like a leaf of paper, toward the upper right, 

a stretch of road appears, sometimes lit, sometimes not,

twisting like a shimmering snake,

reaching far below our eyes, where, for example, our ancestors sleep,

still standing, the road passing close to their loins─

there goes orgasm-man,

there goes nerve-ant,

then, other roads crossing that road,

déjà vu,

surface like threads of uneven lengths,

at moments resembling 

the fading scar on girl’s shin,

all equally lit by the same sun

shining, now to the right, now to the left─

there goes nerve-ant,

there go rust and moss,

thus, as if the whole scene,

somewhere on the earth’s surface,

déjà vu,

the avenue cloaked by innumerable crossroads,

is reflected by the mirror of the sky’s face─

there go rust and moss,

and there again orgasm-man,

of course,

looking a little closer

the avenue lightly twists at points, such that its

flank or back, let’s call it, is momentarily revealed,

déjà vu,

following which, for the avenue as a living being,

it’s clear that the breath and pulse are accelerating─

there goes orgasm-man,

there goes cunning shade,

along the edges,

especially at the branching points of the side roads,

cluster innumerable deserted houses like water drops,

and bushes growing wild,

or the dried corpses, probably of dogs,

upon reflection, these are traces of an abundant village, but why, why

only the road, unwounded and alive,

déjà vu,

snakes its way further along the surface of the sky,

embracing enigma─

there goes cunning shade,

there goes nerve-ant again,

oh, why and for whom

does this streaming road appear?

when I was about to ask that, at the same moment,

a line of apparitions,

possibly microbial creatures,

carrying human remains while feeding on them,

furiously rose and descended

on the road deep inside the sky,

which we watched,

déjà vu,

helplessly─

there goes nerve-ant,

there go rust and moss,

up through that tube, down through that tube─

Now repeatedly in the streaking rain

I saw a bird flying and disappearing

In fact repeatedly

I saw a flying bird disappearing

Or another spell goes

A bird disappearing I saw flying

Which just doesn’t work

A bird flying saw me disappearing

Around here is quiet and so quiet that

A flying bird saw me disappearing

Trying to get rid of insanity

                                             Flying I saw a bird disappearing                                                     Holding it

Or writing it

Disappearing flying me a bird saw

Trying to get rid of insanity

Me disappearing a bird saw flying

Around here is quiet and so quiet that

Saw me disappearing a bird flying

Which just doesn’t work

Saw a bird flying and disappearing me

Or another spell goes

Flying a bird saw me disappearing

In fact repeatedly

A bird saw me flying and disappearing

Now repeatedly in the streaking rain

I want to wage a soft war

because in summer around 2 am

the edges of this city begin to bend backward

to take the form of a winding river that wants a soft war

and to reach the summit of blackness

and come to rest right next to my forehead;

then finally the wind blows

and the luminous in-between or the soft war

appears with some stars; oh

even from soft, the very soft

state of waiting the dream leaks toward that place

my hyper-alert central system of nerves wants to go

and whirl with the edges of this city―

an urbanist

so that even the throbbing in my toes

to wage a soft war that I’d hope to conceal

is unintentionally revealed

Thirty-nine minutes gone in the second half, Koyo running, Koyo running, the egg, the egg pushed out, the egg pushed out from infinity, which Bizan and, Bizan and the other forwards, Bizan and the other forwards have shoved into the scrum, the burning scrum, that’s like infinity,  infinity of the Ken’yu-sha monument, or, the egg pushed out from infinity of the Ken’yu-sha monument like the burning scrum where the egg is shoved by Bisan and the other forwards, the egg Koyo catches, the scrum half, Koyo catches the egg, runs, feinting, feinting to the left, feinting as if making his move to the left, cuts towards the blindside on the right, Koyo breaking through, Koyo breaking through, everyone thinking that, but then everyone thinks he’s been sacked, everyone thinks he’s been sacked by the three around him, then the egg, the egg from Koyo, the egg passed from Koyo, the egg passed from Koyo to Bimyo, the egg passed from Koyo to Bimyo as if gauged within millimeters, then passed to Sazanami, Sazanami running, Sazanami running, holding the egg, becoming the egg, remaining the egg, remaining the egg for a moment, remaining the egg just for a moment, remaining the egg just for a moment before scoring a try, remaining the egg just for a moment before scoring a try right next to the corner flag