Foto: Monique Wüstenhagen
Still can’t get rid of the echoes {The (love) Song Book} composed by Tetsuya Hori & performed by Izumi Ose
Fäcebook Event
The (love) Song Book will be performed by Izumi Ose on March 18th, 2016.
The space is open by 19h30. Performance will take place from 20h – 20h45.
After the performance we do Supperclub.
All are welcome. Entry & Food by donation.
Izumi Ose – Voice Performer
She participated in the CD of Tetsuya Hori called „Dried Fish Is Just Good As Bait(AR041)“ as a Vocalist, which released in 2011. The CD was named the best album of 2011 by the music critics „Foxy Digitalis“.
Tetsuya Hori – Composer
„The (love) Song Book“
consists of 7 songs based on 6 poems by 6 poets:
1. Reproduction I (by Shinpei Hirano)
ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru
ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru
ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru ru
ru ru ru ru
2. Another Poem (by Mitsuharu kaneko)
My love.
In the end I’ve become
your poop.
And in the narrow shitpot
I’m being tickled
along with other poops
by the larvae the flies bore.
That I was digested very well by you,
became dregs,
and have been pushed out by you,
I don’t have a smidgen of resentment.
Floating up, sinking,
I called out to you,
my love. There was no way you’d
notice me, the one turned into poop,
you squeaked the door and were out with a bang.
3. A Bone (by Chuya Nakahara)
Look at this, it’s my bone,
a tip of bone torn from its flesh,
filthy, filled up with woes,
it’s the days of our lives
sticking out, a blunt bone
bleached by the rain.
…
4. Washbasin (by Mitsuharu Kaneko)
For many years I had thought that the vessel called the washbasin was something in
which we put water or hot water for us to wash our faces or hands. Nonetheless, the
Javanese fill it with curry soup in which kambing (lamb) and ikan (fish), chicken and fruit,
are cooked, and wait for customers under blooming silk-trees, while Cantonese women sit
astride the same washbasin in front of their “wanton guests” to clean their impure parts
and urinate into it, making desolate shabori shabori noises.
Desolate noises
in the washbasin.
A rainy sojourn
at the darkening tanjung.
Swayed,
listing,
my tired heart
still can’t get rid of the echoes.
As long as my life continues.
Ears. You must listen.
To the desolation of the noises
in the washbasin.
5. A Full View of Rape Blossoms (by Bocho Yamamura)
A full view of rape blossoms
A full view of rape blossoms
A full view of rape blossoms
A full view of rape blossoms
A full view of rape blossoms
A full view of rape blossoms
A full view of rape blossoms
…
6. Canary (by Yaso Saijo)
The canary that forgot his song
Shall I abandon him in the mountains?
Oh no, oh no, you mustn’t do that
The canary that forgot his song
Shall I bury him in the small bush out back?
Oh no, oh no, you mustn’t do that
The canary that forgot his song
Shall I whip him with a branch from the willow tree?
Oh no, oh no, that’s just too cruel
The canary that forgot his song, if we float him out to sea on a moonlit night
In an ivory boat with golden oars, then he will remember the song he forgot
7. The Last Song (mixed texts of songs 1 to 6)