我が国でも今や秋を失った感の温暖化ですが、せめて冬に入る前の肌寒い季にふさわしい詩を探していたところ、本作に出会った。 木村好子の詩「落葉」。 90年以上前の作品にもかかわらず、その一節一節が胸に迫る。スーパー・インテリジェンスの時代とはいえ、我々の物心にわたる生活は何らあの頃と変わりない、ということか。シャンソンを唸りながら、心で涙した。 With global warming, Japan seems to have all but lost its autumn. Still, hoping to find a poem suited to the chilly days before winter sets in, I came across this work: “Fallen Leaves” by Kimura Yoshiko. Although written more than 90 years ago, every line of the poem strikes a chord deep within me. Even in this age of superintelligence, perhaps our lives, both materially and spiritually, have hardly changed at all since those days. I sang my chanson with a gravelly voice, weeping in my heart.
This is a poetic attempt to depict the state of the world with its haiku (senryu), by paraphrasing Japanese idioms like wordplay. Please enjoy it together with the English translation.
Adjusting the economy, correcting disparities, guiding behavior, and enforcing the use of legal tender—these are the actual roles and purposes of taxes, yet in reality, public works projects such as road and port construction and social security such as medical care and pensions, which are carried out first by issuing government bonds (spending first), the rhetoric that “your valuable tax money is being used” for these activities obscures the fact, leading people to resign themselves with a sense of “well, what can you do, right?”; taxing not only the living costs of non-regular workers with high Engel coefficients but also the formula milk for babies, and continuing to squeeze even after retirement under the slogan of “the era of the 100-year lifespan,” ultimately depriving them of a leisurely old age as imposing a tax penalty from cradle to grave, i.e., even taxing their coffins, making it akin to Sartre's notion that “man is condemned to be free,” but rather being “condemned to pay,” transforming our Central Land of Reed Plains into a paradise for bureaucrats, a hell for the common people.
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