詩を語り合おうぜ！！！！！２

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2012/05/02(水) 21:42:33.98

前スレ「現代詩を語ろうぜ！！！！！」
http://toro.2ch.net/test/read.cgi/book/1329500264/

広く、詩・言語芸術について、みんなで、
語り合おうぜ！！！！！
えい！
えい！
おー！！！！！

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/30(水) 22:49:47.22

３１．
Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear religious love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things removed that hidden in thee lie!
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the trophies of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I loved, I view in thee,
And thou (all they) hast all the all of me.

**あきちゃん** · 2015/12/31(木) 09:52:06.60

３２．
If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy deceased lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripped by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
O! then vouchsafe me but this loving thought:
'Had my friend's Muse grown with this growing age,
A dearer birth than this his love had brought,
To march in ranks of better equipage:
But since he died and poets better prove,
Theirs for their style I'll read, his for his love'.

SY · 2016/01/01(金) 01:46:34.58

咲くことは　散ること
生きることは　拒むこと　咲かないこと
重すぎてじぶんがもてない
愛することは　こはすこと

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/02(土) 02:22:28.45

３３．
Full many a glorious morning have I seen
Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye,
Kissing with golden face the meadows green,
Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy;
Anon permit the basest clouds to ride
With ugly rack on his celestial face,
And from the forlorn world his visage hide,
Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace:
Even so my sun one early morn did shine,
With all triumphant splendour on my brow;
But out, alack, he was but one hour mine,
The region cloud hath mask'd him from me now.
Yet him for this my love no whit disdaineth;
Suns of the world may stain when heaven's sun staineth.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/03(日) 07:29:33.22

３４．
Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day,
And make me travel forth without my cloak,
To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way,
Hiding thy bravery in their rotten smoke?
'Tis not enough that through the cloud thou break,
To dry the rain on my storm-beaten face,
For no man well of such a salve can speak,
That heals the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give physic to my grief;
Though thou repent, yet I have still the loss:
The offender's sorrow lends but weak relief
To him that bears the strong offence's cross.
Ah! but those tears are pearl which thy love sheds,
And they are rich and ransom all ill deeds.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/04(月) 18:57:42.11

３５．
No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done:
Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud:
Clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sun,
And loathsome canker lives in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/04(月) 20:10:56.34

444

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/06(水) 19:35:18.39

３６．
Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
I may not evermore acknowledge thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.

MN · 2016/01/07(木) 09:29:32.99

朝は夢で明ける
夢の私は醜く人にすがっていたようだ
忘れても夢の中では何も忘れない
そして知らない人の尿の匂い

MN · 2016/01/07(木) 10:05:00.09

許してほしい
一番良いものをあげようとしたけれど
それのありかを私は探せない

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/07(木) 19:46:51.94

３７．
As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despised,
Whilst that this shadow doth such substance give
That I in thy abundance am sufficed,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
Look what is best, that best I wish in thee:
This wish I have; then ten times happy me!

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/08(金) 19:32:22.61

３８．
How can my muse want subject to invent,
While thou dost breathe, that pour'st into my verse
Thine own sweet argument, too excellent
For every vulgar paper to rehearse?
O! give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give invention light?
Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth
Than those old nine which rhymers invocate;
And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth
Eternal numbers to outlive long date.
If my slight muse do please these curious days,
The pain be mine, but thine shall be the praise.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/14(木) 19:10:01.39

３９．
O! how thy worth with manners may I sing,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine own praise to mine own self bring?
And what is't but mine own when I praise thee?
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this separation I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove,
Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave,
To entertain the time with thoughts of love,
Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
By praising him here who doth hence remain.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/14(木) 19:15:06.86

Twitterで詩人を目指してる面白い人みつけた
https://twitter.com/longtonelongton

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/14(木) 19:15:59.20

本人のステマじゃないからね（笑）

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/15(金) 23:14:50.00

４０．
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites yet we must not be foes.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/16(土) 19:51:26.87

４１．
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits,
When I am sometime absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty, and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assailed;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevailed?
Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth:
Hers by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine by thy beauty being false to me.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/18(月) 22:38:43.49

４２．
That thou hast her it is not all my grief,
And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
A loss in love that touches me more nearly.
Loving offenders thus I will excuse ye:
Thou dost love her, because thou know'st I love her;
And for my sake even so doth she abuse me,
Suffering my friend for my sake to approve her.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet flattery! then she loves but me alone.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/19(火) 20:27:05.56

４３．
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,
For all the day they view things unrespected;
But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,
And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
By looking on thee in the living day,
When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
All days are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/20(水) 19:09:35.60

４４．
If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
No matter then although my foot did stand
Upon the farthest earth removed from thee;
For nimble thought can jump both sea and land
As soon as think the place where he would be.
But ah! thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that, so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan,
Receiving nought by elements so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/21(木) 19:31:13.90

４５．
The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with thee, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recured
By those swift messengers return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again and straight grow sad.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/23(土) 01:27:19.64

４６．
Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the conquest of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,
A closet never pierced with crystal eyes,
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair appearance lies.
To 'cide this title is impannelled
A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;
And by their verdict is determined
The clear eye's moiety, and the dear heart's part:
As thus: mine eye's due is thine outward part,
And my heart's right, thine inward love of heart.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/24(日) 01:09:58.04

４７．
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eyes' delight.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/01/25(月) 19:09:53.02

あなたの魅力はね
あなたのおもってるようなものじゃない
それをよく知らないのは
あなたの経験値の低さを物語ってる

あなたが無駄口叩くとき
あなたはそれをよく知らない
関係がなければ言葉には何の力もない
あなた自身にとってでさえ

あなた自身が話すのを
聴けたらなとおもってた
だけどこだまの声が充満して
あなたの声も澄むことがない

声だけ欲しがることが罪なのは
わたしたちが体を持ってるからで
声が体を持ってるからだ
でももういらない

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/25(月) 19:45:17.50

４８．
How careful was I when I took my way,
Each trifle under truest bars to thrust,
That to my use it might unused stay
From hands of falsehood, in sure wards of trust!
But thou, to whom my jewels trifles are,
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of dearest, and mine only care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar thief.
Thee have I not locked up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at pleasure thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/26(火) 19:56:46.52

４９．
Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/27(水) 21:43:57.27

５０．
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say,
'Thus far the miles are measured from thy friend!'
The beast that bears me, tired with my woe,
Plods dully on, to bear that weight in me,
As if by some instinct the wretch did know
His rider lov'd not speed being made from thee.
The bloody spur cannot provoke him on,
That sometimes anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heavily he answers with a groan,
More sharp to me than spurring to his side;
For that same groan doth put this in my mind,
My grief lies onward, and my joy behind.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/28(木) 19:07:13.07

５１．
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence
Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed:
From where thou art why should I haste me thence?
Till I return, of posting is no need.
O! what excuse will my poor beast then find,
When swift extremity can seem but slow?
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace.
Therefore desire, (of perfect'st love being made)
Shall neigh, no dull flesh, in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade-
Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/29(金) 22:06:49.06

５２．
So am I as the rich, whose blessed key,
Can bring him to his sweet up-locked treasure,
The which he will not every hour survey,
For blunting the fine point of seldom pleasure.
Therefore are feasts so solemn and so rare,
Since, seldom coming in the long year set,
Like stones of worth they thinly placed are,
Or captain jewels in the carcanet.
So is the time that keeps you as my chest,
Or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hide,
To make some special instant special-blest,
By new unfolding his imprisoned pride.
Blessed are you whose worthiness gives scope,
Being had, to triumph, being lacked, to hope.

**吉原幸子** · 2016/01/30(土) 10:32:06.31

飢えることが
わたしの背負ってきた　罪だ
固い　灰いろのビルのなかに
何故　こんなにも　足りないのか

飢えることが
わたしの受けとった　罰だ
求めることは　罰せられねばならない
こんなに足りないものを　求めることは

わるいことに　わたしは
満腹がきらひなのだ
それに　何を食べても　中毒する

それでも　わたしは　食べたがる
わたしであり　わたしでないもの
秋を　愛を　光る飛行機を
窓ガラスのそとに　満ち干する　時を

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/31(日) 00:48:27.87

５３．
What is your substance, whereof are you made,
That millions of strange shadows on you tend?
Since every one hath, every one, one shade,
And you but one, can every shadow lend.
Describe Adonis, and the counterfeit
Is poorly imitated after you;
On Helen's cheek all art of beauty set,
And you in Grecian tires are painted new:
Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/01/31(日) 12:20:58.07

５４．
O! how much more doth beauty beauteous seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem
For that sweet odour, which doth in it live.
The canker blooms have full as deep a dye
As the perfumed tincture of the roses,
Hang on such thorns, and play as wantonly
When summer's breath their masked buds discloses:
But, for their virtue only is their show,
They live unwoo'd, and unrespected fade;
Die to themselves. Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, my verse distills your truth.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/02/01(月) 12:31:06.73

あなたは40代ロサンゼルス府警工場作りですか？ドーハの悲劇「横浜衝撃イヤフォン」「横浜悪夢イヤフォン」ですか？

それともいくつですか？huluさん？

それともいくつですか？huluさん？

それともいくつですか？huluさん？

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/01(月) 21:11:46.67

５５．
Not marble, nor the gilded monuments
Of princes, shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword, nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death, and all oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/02(火) 21:28:14.73

５６．
Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allayed,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou, although to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/02/03(水) 13:36:15.35

あなたに惹かれる自由は持っていたけれど
あなたを愛する自由は持っていない
それを目配せするのを怠った
あなたを通り過ぎることができなかった
それを黙していることもできなかった
あなたがもし目の前にいたら
その重みを懼れて無防備ではいなかっただろうに
その孤独に爛れて無手法になってしまった

手の届かぬのをよいことに――

　　むなしさ。
　　恋愛の原因と結果。
　（Blaise Pascal）

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/03(水) 20:56:56.35

５７．
Being your slave what should I do but tend
Upon the hours, and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
Nor dare I chide the world without end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
So true a fool is love, that in your will,
Though you do anything, he thinks no ill.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/04(木) 19:16:27.36

５８．
That god forbid, that made me first your slave,
I should in thought control your times of pleasure,
Or at your hand the account of hours to crave,
Being your vassal, bound to stay your leisure!
O! let me suffer, being at your beck,
The imprison'd absence of your liberty;
And patience, tame to sufferance, bide each check,
Without accusing you of injury.
Be where you list, your charter is so strong
That you yourself may privilege your time
To what you will; to you it doth belong
Yourself to pardon of self-doing crime.
I am to wait, though waiting so be hell,
Not blame your pleasure be it ill or well.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/05(金) 21:52:23.87

５９．
If there be nothing new, but that which is
Hath been before, how are our brains beguil'd,
Which labouring for invention bear amiss
The second burthen of a former child.
Oh that record could with a backward look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done,
That I might see what the old world could say
To this composed wonder of your frame;
Whether we are mended, or where better they,
Or whether revolution be the same.
Oh sure I am the wits of former days,
To subjects worse have given admiring praise.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/07(日) 22:35:16.24

６０．
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end;
Each changing place with that which goes before,
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
Nativity, once in the main of light,
Crawls to maturity, wherewith being crown'd,
Crooked eclipses 'gainst his glory fight,
And Time that gave doth now his gift confound.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the rarities of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand
Praising thy worth, despite his cruel hand.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/08(月) 20:46:12.09

６１．
Is it thy will, thy image should keep open
My heavy eyelids to the weary night?
Dost thou desire my slumbers should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Is it thy spirit that thou send'st from thee
So far from home into my deeds to pry,
To find out shames and idle hours in me,
The scope and tenor of thy jealousy?
O, no! thy love, though much, is not so great:
It is my love that keeps mine eye awake:
Mine own true love that doth my rest defeat,
To play the watchman ever for thy sake:
For thee watch I, whilst thou dost wake elsewhere,
From me far off, with others all too near.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/09(火) 18:44:24.97

６２．
Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so grounded inward in my heart.
Methinks no face so gracious is as mine,
No shape so true, no truth of such account;
And for myself mine own worth do define,
As I all other in all worths surmount.
But when my glass shows me myself indeed
Beated and chopp'd with tanned antiquity,
Mine own self-love quite contrary I read;
Self so self-loving were iniquity.
'Tis thee, myself, that for myself I praise,
Painting my age with beauty of thy days.

**あきちゃん** · 2016/02/10(水) 23:56:17.34

６３．
Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crushed and o'erworn;
When hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travelled on to age's steepy night;
And all those beauties whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/06/02(木) 02:08:06.76

そこで若しきみに
死への夢から生の建設へ向う意志が可能ならば
そして若しきみに
なんらかの好ましい学問がありうるならば
それこそはきみの純潔を裏切ることが最も少く
世界へのより豊かな愛をいつもかたどる
試みにほかならぬのではないだろうか？

(清岡卓行「大学の庭で」)

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/06/20(月) 10:19:23.87

戎棋夷説
岩成達也『森へ』の「森からの手紙」の要所を。
「存在するもの(ens)は存在(esse)によって存在する(existere)。だが、私はひそかに思っているのです。
私達のexistereの核心部にあるのは、ひょっとすればpassioではあるまいか、と」。passioは「～を受ける」。
2016年6月2日

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/06/26(日) 16:34:19.12

70年代における詩的自我の構造的変化
https://www.jstage.jst.go.jp/article/dokubun1947/70/0/70_0_38/_pdf

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2016/08/18(木) 20:29:57.29

KAJIO
堀川正美氏は昆虫学者になっていたのか。カミキリムシの世界では「大家」らしい。
2016年7月1日

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2017/02/04(土) 11:02:58.37

入沢康夫
https://twitter.com/fladonogakobuta

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2017/02/10(金) 16:06:07.63

ネオコンへの傾倒ぶりに驚き、戸塚ヨットスクール擁護には吐き気を覚えた‐鮎川信夫『時代を読む』を読んだ
http://wagawasurenaba.hatenablog.com/entry/2013/02/09/210142

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2017/10/14(土) 16:26:28.53

ジェフリー・アングルス詩人『わたしの日付変更線』（思潮社、2016年）
https://twitter.com/jeffreyangles

**吾輩は名無しである** · 2017/11/08(水) 00:42:08.91

部分的な抜粋になるが、

渇ッ！
イライザが倒れる
オンリーレボリューションが溶ける

ムシキング、ムシキング！
渇ッ！
このカブトムシ

指限界タランチュラ！
半永久タランチュラ！
×４

殺虫の詩

こんなクソみたいな詩をよりにもよって中上健次の追悼本の冒頭に掲げているのだから出版社の知性を疑う

タランチュラ！ってアホか、明らかにダチュラの影響じゃないか