Word and Image.

[wandering-son.livejournal.com]

"Otaguro's hands were large, though emaciated, and the sharp report of their clapping was as if the palms, like hollowed, rough-hewn cedar planks, had entrapped pure atmosphere, and crushed it with an explosive burst of divinity."

Words quoted from Runaway Horses, the second book of Yukio Mishima's greatest work of art, the tetralogy The Sea of Fertility.
Yukio Mishima, the greatest writer ever, had a soul of a samurai right until his end.

Comments

[karadin.livejournal.com]

I did a painting once of Yukio Mishima as samurai, I'm not sure if I kept a photo of it, as many of my works from twenty years were destroyed in flooding. But I hope someone does a bio of him in English that 'gets' him, you know?

thanks for posting.

[wandering-son.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone could truely get Mishima. Like our Dear Gackt, he was an enigma.