Ko Murobushi, “Tatsumi Hijikata - 80th anniversary - fragments”

“Do it over!!” suddenly burst out in an angry voice. The seats immediately became tense. At last, the line carrying the Ahō-ō [King of Fools] slowly began to move towards the stage. It was the encounter with Tatsumi Hijikata’s voice that caused a rift between performance and non-performance, which happened even earlier than seeing his dancing body. It was a voice that forced eyes to freeze and voices to disappear in the seats. Even though the spectacle that was about to be given was well prepared, it seemed also to strongly declare its gaining of the power of “only one chance.”

 
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To title, that is dance.

(An excessively difficult problem, it is.)

And, to title nothing, that is dance.

(It is not to dance something. Dance has no purpose. Rather, it is because dance is an erasure and deprivation of purpose and title.)

To exist at the border of those two and continue to exist, that is dance.

(The border is on the way of a dance erasing a dance. That is the fragility of the body.)

 A mystery, —

that is a grave.

 
Dance, already stands on its own grave.

Dance, is a nameless inscription, must be like a wanderer.

 
 Eyes exist, a blindness that stares at a sprout.

I strive for my blindness.

Everything for clarity.

Dance, forming idleness.

Dance, an evil-play.

Dance, an unexplained disappearance.

Dance, an escaping slave?

Dance, an edge and an extremity.

 
DANGEROUS . . . —

It is trivial,

for being nothing.  Nothing.

It could be nostalgia for nothingness.

 
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 A dance is a tremble of space. Dancing is stopping. Dance is an interruption of dance, something that rises up from the interruption. A dance must collapse in the very place where, at the same time, the form of the dance is determined.

It is a corruption, the disconnected cross section, tremble of the cross section, and spasm. But a stop does not quit stopping, and if an interruption does not quit interrupting, what will be at the limit of the interruption? Nothing. There is only ceaseless <on the way>.

Dance keeps trembling, and on its cross section, it is an awakening of the tremble of the section. On the way to awakening, dance should be one dizziness.

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