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an unpublished, talk to Mr. Tanigawa was inquired "Poetry is not written orders?" Previously, I believe, in an interview, which is similar to a question that was "As the last man on earth, would you continue to write poetry?" "I was at that time the answer was" I like writing now That is, if theWrite one poem without being asked or not "Only" be still, it is not certain The great poet to the poetry of a graceful, or just a poor man's This answer is no reserve. "Writing" was at play Even more so "When writing a poem, but it will be a poem (1993) is the most fun I loved Mr. Tanigawa, as Mr. Tanigawa for poetry in timeHe said those words, suspicious, or "harsh" comic poems "and" poem, I will disappear And Practice for many years, from the poem was even farther Mr. TANIKAWA together what happened to it? It is also to be honest, I was not surprised at the answer In a rather unexpected, to confirm it was asked But at the same question, Mr. Tanigawa poetry is gently"Talkative from flood the streets people believe in" poetry to detox, when it 's on the force as well In practice, including the delivery of orders of poetry, poetry as a port of refuge from the world and on the relations of stress Don't be one way to "play" pleasure Can be seen that the attractions in the increasingly TANIKAWA At another 60 years, rather than to continue writing poetry, which is calledStill, Mr. Tanigawa writing only for the pleasure of itself to imagine, and I would be glad to own Nevertheless, with what will be writing a poem? Mirai no children at the anthology "is packed with the answer Chapter 10 of the collected poems of 26 "unpublished" has the poem in which had already been announced, "play" TooThe sobs that cross the sea to me across the land across the border and arrived, I sealed the silence 」)
swirls in the heart of what she had been waiting for the "e" (night time 」)
Rene was Mimi sleep only or rubble on the "outsider 」)
poem in memory, and now they are In the nick of time to the emotions and stories to hold off on glossy texture The word itself is not clear, as the roomPolysemy of text, deepens the mystery A sense of incongruity to reality with appalling That woman is too creepy eerie woman lived in, or to have a large Zelkova tree walk the dog, but the wind swaying RI (one end of the poem, what's that weird bright reading pleasure These works, I recall of Paul Klee painting Poetry TANIKAWA "is called" the angel of clayIt seems like it has a unique sense of clay that a more lucid dreaming Poetry TANIKAWA. Basically, but none in this collection of poems I would recommend that you read the outdoors And in a train window, or cafe That's a little in front of the transformation can be seen in every read one Tired from the iPad light arms, open box nice quiet outside from the window on the silver in the title(6) (Iwanami shoten 2013 monthly )
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