KAFKA＜66＞ ゴールデンウィーク気分♪

I have no great explanation for it , but one thing I can say : works that
　have a certain imperfection to them have an appeal for that very reason
　ー or at least they appeal to certain types of people . Just like you're attracted
　to Soseki's The Miner . There's something in it that draws you in , more than
　more fully realised novels like Kokoro or Sanshiro . You discover something
　about that work that tugs at your heart ー or maybe we should say that the work
　discovers you . Schubert's Sonata in D Major is like that .

If you play Schubert's sonatas , especially this one , straight through , it's not art .
　As Schumann pointed out , it's too long and too pastoral , and technically too
　simplistic . Play it through the way it is and it's flat and tasteless , some dusty
　antique . Which is why every pianist who attempts it adds something of his own ,
　something extra . Like this ー hear how he articulates it there ? Adding rubato .
　Adjusting the pace , modulation , whatever . Otherwise they can't hold it all together .
　They have to be careful , though , or else all those extra devices destroy the dignity
　of the piece . And them it's not Schubert's music any more . Every single pianist
　who's played this D major sonata struggles with the same paradox .


（　Kafka on the Shore より）


１日はパパが休みを取ったので、今週も来週も出勤より休みの方が多くて、すでに
すっかりゴールデンウイーク気分
天気予報もわりと安定した晴れの多い予報となっているみたいで

それにしても、一気に暖かく（暑く？）なりましたね。
昨日、図書館まで散歩に行ったんだけど・・・半そででいいぐらい暑かった

名古屋・・・暑いかな～　渋滞するんだろうな～～～。。。

KAFKA＜65＞ 誕生♪

We pull into a rest-stop restaurant for dinner . I have chicken and a salad , he orders
　the seafood curry and a salad . Just something to fill our stomachs is the best you could
　say about it . Oshima pays the bill , and we climb into the car again . It's already dark .
　He steps on the accelerator and the speedometer shoots way up .

He pushes the CD play button and some classical piano music starts . I listen for a while ,
　trying to place the music . I know it's not Beethoven , and not Schumann . Probably
　somebody who came in between .

When I drive I like to listen to Schubert's piano sonatas with the volume turned up .
　Do you know why ?
　Because playing Schubert's piano sonatas well is one of the hardest things in the world .
　Most of all this Sonata in D Major . It's a tough piece to master . Some pianists can play
　one or maybe two of the movements perfectly , but if you listen to all four movements
　as a unified whole , no one has ever nailed it . A lot of famous pianists have risen to the
　challenge , but it's as if there's always something missing . There's never one where you
　can say , Yes ! He's got it !


（　Kafka on the Shore より）

昨日、近所に新たなるショッピングスポットが誕生した
プレオープン初日の昨日、さっそく友達と一緒にお散歩に
想像していたより広々としていて、気に入った
お散歩コースにうってつけ　大満足で下見修了

誕生と言えば・・・今日は、息子のバースデー
未年生まれで年男の息子は、２４歳になりました

KAFKA＜64＞ うえちゃん

That's right . There's all kinds of haemophilia , and the type I have is pretty rare.
　It's not such a bad type of the disease , but I have to be carefull not to get injured .
　Once I start bleeding I have to go to the hospital . Besides , these days there 're
　problems withe the blood supply in hospitals . Dying a slow death from Aids isn't an
　option for me . So I've made some connections in town to supply me with safe blood ,
　just in case . Because of my disease I don't go on long journeys . Except for regular
　chick-ups at the university hospital in Hiroshima , I rarely leave town . It's not so bad ,
　though ー I never did like travelling or sports all that much anyway .
　I can't use a kitchen knife , so doing any real cooking's out , which is a shame .

Driving's ー It's a different kind of risk . Whenever I drive I try to go as fast as I can .
　If I'm in an accident driving fast I won't only end up getting a cut finger . If you lose
　a lot of blood , there's no difference between a haemophiliac and anybody else .
　It evens things out , since your chances of survival are the same . You don't have to
　worry about things like blood coagulation or anything , and can die without any regrets .

Don't worry . I'm not going to have an accident . I'm a careful driver and don't push it .
　I keep my car in tip-top condition , too . Besides , when I die I want to die peacefully ,
　all by myself .


（　Kafka on the Shore より）

先週金曜日に、久しぶりに、うえちゃん（ゆりママ）と会った。
駅前のパン屋さんで、お茶した。

うえちゃんは、子供の幼稚園時代からの友達で、ドラマ友達だ
このたび、仕事を替えて少し時間に余裕ができたとのことで、さっそくお茶
今クールのドラマ談議に花が咲く

駅前（西口）の八重桜は花が２つ３つ咲き出したところで、
これからが見ごろだ

KAFKA＜63＞,:*:゜４月の雪 *・,。・:*:・゜

I go back to the reading room and pick up where I left off in Poppies . I'm not
　a fast reader to begin with . I like to linger over each sentence , enjoying the style .
　If I don't enjoy the writing , I stop . Just before five I finish the novel , put it back
　on the shelf , then sit back on the sofa , close my eyes and think about what
　happened last night . About Sakura. About her room . What she did to me . All the
　twists and turns as events took their course .

At 5.30 I'm standing outside the library waiting for Oshima . He leads me to the
　car park behind the library and we get into his green sports car . A Mazda Miata
　with the top down . MY backpack's too big for the little boot , so we tie it down
　tight on the rear rack .

We drive through the twilight city streets , then join the highway heading west .
　Oshima changes lanes smoothly , slipping in between other cars , effortlessly shifting
　gears . Each time the hum of the engine changes slightly . When he shifts gears and
　floors it ,the little car's soon zipping along at more then 90 .

（　Kafka on the Shore より）

今朝、雪が降った～
市内の小中学校は・・・たしか、今日が始業式＆入学式のはず。
まさかの雪に、慌てた人も多いのでは！？

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
５年前の、寒かった入学式（大学）を思い出していた。

　　　　　　　　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　

KAFKA＜62＞ お花見ランチ♪ o(^-^)o

It's a long story , but I don't have anywhere to stay tonight . I've got a sleeping
　bag , so I don't need a futon or bed or anything . Just a roof over my head .
　Do you know of any place around here like that ?

You like to read good books , to work things out on your own . You look like you're
　in good shape physically , and you're an independent kind of guy . You like to lead
　a well-regulated life and have a lot of will-power . I mean , even the will-power to
　make your stomach smaller , right ? I'll talk with Miss Saeki about you becoming my
　assistant and staying in the empty room here at the library .

Basically help me open and close the place . We hire professionals to do the heavy
　cleaning or to input things on the computer . Apart from that , there's not a whole
　lot to do . You can just read whatever you like . Sound good ?

Staying here tonight , though , is a problem . So I'll take you someplace else , where
　you can stay for a couple of days till we get things settled . You don't mind , do you ?
　It's a little far away .

　（　Kafka on the Shore より）


お友達とサクラを見に行って、その後ランチをして帰ってきた
橋の上から眺めるサクラは満開で、川面には散り始めた花びらがびっしり
ひらひら舞う花びらは、なんとも言えず風情があって、
しばし春風を頬に感じながら、舞い散る花びらに見とれた　　　
　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　
友達が写真を撮ってくれた。ちょっと逆光がちょうどいい感じ。Nice!!!
（今はダイエット中なので・・・という訳の分からない理由により（笑））

天気がよくってお花見日和だった

KAFKA＜61＞ １分コラム最終日（＞＜）

“Those are life-and-death-type experiences he goes through in the mines . Eventually ,
　he gets out and goes back to his old life . But nothing in the novel shows he learned
　anything from these experiences , that his life changed , that he thought deeply now
　about the meaning of life or started questioning society or anything else . You don't get
　any sense , either , that he's matured . You have a strange feeling after you finish the book .
　It's as if you wonder : what was Soseki trying to say ? It's as if not really knowing what he's
　getting at is the part that stay's with you. I can't explain it very well .”

“I don't know about that , but you might be right . Sanshiro grows up in the story .
　Runs into obstacles , ponders things , overcomes difficulties , right? But the hero of
　The Miner's different . All he does is watch things happen and accept it all . I mean ,
　every now and again he gives his own opinions , but nothing very deep . Instead , he just
　broods over his love affair . He comes out of the mine pretty much the same as when
　he went in . He has no sense that it was something he decided to do himself , or that he
　had a choice . He's ・・・totally passive . But I think in real life people are like that .
　It's not so easy to make choices on your own .”


　（　Kafka on the Shore より）


今朝、朝チャンの「齋藤 孝の１分コラム」を見てショックを受けた
７：５６にあれ～もうやってると見始めたら、「今日は３分コラムでした」と。
と同時に花束が！　どうやら齋藤先生＜朝チャン＞卒業ということらしく、
毎朝楽しみにしていた「１分コラム」も今日が最終日とのことで、
寝耳に水でガーン！残念～～
＜７：５７～８：００毎日録画＞の予約をして撮りためていたのに、今日は少し早く始まったみたいで
ちょっと目を離しているすきに始まってしまっていて、録画も途中からでダブルショック
締めくくりは、ニーチェだった。そっか、ニーチェか～。


そういえば・・・年度末なんだな～。なんだかな～～～。。。

KAFKA＜60＞ もう木曜日。。。

“The Miner,eh ? ”Oshima says , apparently searching out a vague memory of the book .
　“That's the story of a college student from Tokyo who ends up working in a mime , isn't it ?
　And he goes through all these tough times with the other miners before returning to the
　world outside ? A sort of medium-length novel , as I recall . I read it a long time ago .
　The plot isn't what you normally expect form Soseli , and the style's kind of unpolished , too .
　Not one of his best . What do you like about it ? ”

I try putting into words my impressions of the novel , but I need Crow's help ー need him
　to appear from wherever he is , spread his wings wide and search out the right words for me .

“The main character's from a rich family , ” I say , “but he has an affair that goes sour
　and he gets depressed and runs away from home . While he's wandering around , this shady
　character comes up to him and asks him to work in a mine , and he just tags along after him
　and finds himself working in the Ashio Mine . He's way down underground , going through
　all kinds of experience he never could have imagined . This innocent rich boy finds himself
　crawling around in the dregs of society .”


　（　Kafka on the Shore より）


「もう木曜日。。。」とは、我ながらちょっと呆れるタイトル～
これといって、特筆すべき事件も発見もない平穏(!?)な日々。。。
気がつけば、日にちだけが坦々と過ぎていく。。。
一日が、あっと言う間　一週間が、あっと言う間

ここらで＜英語生活＞・・・もちょっとマジメに取り組んでみては？！
　　　　　　　　　

今日は、午前中は美容院に行ってきました
カットしてカラーしてパーマかけたら１時半
明日は・・・「もう金曜日」です。。。

KAFKA＜59＞ そのうち乗ろう 北陸新幹線♪

I'm sorry , I didn't plan to write such a long letter , but there is one more
　thing I have to mention . To tell the truth , when my husband died in the
　Philippines just before the end of the war , it wasn't that much of a shock .
　I didn't feel any despair or anger ー just a deep sense of helplessness .
　I didn't cry at all . I already knew that somewhere , on some distant battlefield ,
　my husband would lose his life . Ever since the year before , when all those
　things I just wrote about took place ー that erotic dream , my period starting
　ahead of time , hitting Makata , the children falling into that mysterious coma
　ー I'd accepted my husband's death as inevitable , as something fated to be .
　So news of his death merely confirmed what I already knew .
　The whole experience on the hill was beyond anything I've ever experienced .
　I feel as though I left a part of my soul in those woods.

In closing , I'd like to express my hope that your research will continue to
　flourish . Please take good care of yourself .
　　Sincerely yours ,

　（　Kafka on the Shore より）

TV見てたら・・・やっぱり北陸の血が騒ぐ～（笑）
実家に近いのは＜黒部宇奈月温泉駅＞なのだけど・・・まずは＜かがやき＞に
乗ってみたいような～。（富山まで行って魚津に戻る？？？お金も時間もかかるけど）

家族での移動は・・・どう考えても車。（経済的にも利便的にも）
まあ、そのうち、単身で乗る機会があるだろう。。。たぶん。

それより、まずは、母にこちらに遊びにきてもらいたいかな～。
　　　　　　　　　　　　

KAFKA＜58＞ あれから１０年～！？

That's why I so regretted slapping him on the mountain that day , whether I did
　it consciously or not . I should never have behaved in that way , and I've felt guilty
　and ashamed ever since . I regret it ever more since Nakata ー after being dragged
　away from his parents and placed in an unfamiliar environment ー was finally on the
　verge of opening up to me before the incident .

The kind of violence I displayed then may vary well have dealt a fatal blow to
　whatever feeling had been budding inside him . I was hoping for an opportunity to
　repair the harm I'd caused , but circumstances dictated otherwise . Still unconscious ,
　Nakata was taken to hospital in Tokyo , and I never saw him again . It's something
　I regret to this day . I can still see the look on his face as I was slapping him.
　The tremendous fear and resignation he was feeling .

　　（　Kafka on the Shore より）


先週は、悲しい知らせが届いて、少し立ち止まっていました。
そうそう立ち止まってもいられないので、また歩き出そうと思います

今日であの震災から４年です。
何がどう変わったのか？それとも変わっていないのか。
私自身は？この先どう生きるのか？
なんてことをもう少し真剣に考えてみるのもいいかもしれません。

タイトルの＜あれから１０年！？＞は・・・このブログのことです。
今が２０１５年で・・・ここを始めたのが２００５年３月だったものですから、
つい少し振り返ってしまいました。

まあ、振り返るのは今日だけにして、
明日からは、思い描く未来を強く意識しながら生きてみようかなと。p(^^)q

KAFKA＜57＞ 午後は掃除p(^^)q

I also sensed hint of violence in the boy's background . Sometimes there'd be
　a flash of hear in his eyes that seemed an instinctive reaction to long-term
　exposure to violence . What level of violence this was , I had no way of knowing .
　Nakata was a very self disciplined child and good at hiding his fear . but there'd
　be the occasional involuntary flinch , ever so slight , that he couldn't cover up .
　I knew that something violent had taken place in his home . When you spend
　a lot of time with children , you pick up on these things .

Rural families can be pretty violent . Most of the parents are farmers , all of
　them struggling to make ends meet . they're exhausted , doing back-breaking
　work from morning to night , and when they have a bit to drink and get angry ,
　they're liable to strike out physically . It's no secret this kind of thing goes on ,
　and most of the time the farm children take it in their stride and survive with no
　emotional scars . But Nakata's father was a university professor , and his mother ,
　from what I could gather form the letters she sent me , was a well-educated woman .
　An upper-middle-class urban family , in other words . If there was any violence
　taking place in a family like that it was bound to be something more complicated and
　less direct than what farm kids experience . The kind of violence a child keeps
　wrapped up inside himself .

　（　Kafka on the Shore より）

う～ん、なに書こう。。。あんまり書くことないけど・・・
午前中は、美容院に行ってきました。
午後は・・・リビング大掃除！？
明日、電気屋さんが来るから、がんばって掃除しよっと