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【クリスマスは孔雀の聖歌で〜W.B.イェイツ「孔雀」】A poetry chant for Christmas Eve. “The Peacock” by W. B. Yeats

  本日はクリスマスイブ。七面鳥がふさわしいところだが、父親の県展入選の写真を使わせてもらうことにして、孔雀でお許しください。真っ白の羽の孔雀だが、動画制作中、彩色の誘惑に駆られ、ヴィジュアルに傾いてしまった。まあ、クリスマスでもあるし、美を意識してのこととご勘弁ください。 戦後80年も、残すところ一週間。戦闘機の代わりに「熊」が襲来する一年だった。来年こそ、まともな年になりますように。。。    動画の詩「孔雀」は、W .B.イエーツ、中期の詩集「レスポンシビリティーズ」所収。世俗的な富より美こそ、と謳う。グレゴリオ聖歌などとても歌えないが、たまには美しいものを、と原文の美麗さに乗って口ずさんだもの。お気に召していただければ幸い。  Today is Christmas Eve.  A turkey would be more appropriate, perhaps, but instead I have borrowed a photograph by my father—one that was once selected for a prefectural exhibition—and ask your forgiveness for presenting a peacock instead. This peacock, with its pure white feathers, was meant to remain unadorned. Yet during the process of making the video, I found myself tempted by color, and the work gradually leaned toward the visual. Since it is Christmas, I hope you will allow this indulgence as an offering to beauty.  Eighty years since the end of the war, with only one week left in the year. It has been a year in which “bears,” rather than fighter jets, came ru...

Chocolate ~A Work Song

Chocolate ~ A Work Song feat.Japanese Drums,Taiko

poem & Music by POETAQ


Sweet chocolate when you eat it.

Sweaty chocolate to pick & make.

The king eats it, we work it.

He drools & we sweat.                                                                                                                                                                        Gold bracelets, the princess collects.

Cold-blooded put even kids at risk.

The gems shine from sweat.

But in the canopy, no underground hell.

  

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Truth & bullshit go viral like dust.

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Data tells about us in no uncertain terms.


Still,I won’t just hand over my faith.

I hate it when debt makes people flirt.

Don’t wanna be a chicken kid who follows his tyrant-like dad.

The puppet reads his peace speech out loud.




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