THE DECAY OF THE ANGEL

IN THE PINK OFFING, THE DIM FORM OF DAICHU-MARU WAS EDGING PAST THE OKITA-MARU, LEAVING THE HARBOR. IT WAS A STRANGE MOMENT WHEN THE IMAGE OOZES FROM THE DREAM INTO EVERYDAY LIFE, AN ACTUALITY FROM ABSTRACTION – A POEM BECOMES CORPORATE, A PHANTASY AN OBJECT. IF SOMETHING MEANINGLESS YET OMINOUS IS THROUGH SOME PROCESS TAKEN INTO THE HEART, THERE IS BORN IN THE HEART AN URGENCY TO GIVE IT A SHAPE, & SO SOMETHING COMES TO EXIST. PERHAPS THE DAICHU-MARU WAS BORN OF TORU’S HEART. AN IMAGE INDISTINCT AS THE SWEEP OF A BRUSH HAD BECOME A GIGANTIC HULL OF SOME FOUR THOUSAND TONS. & THE SAME THING WAS FOREVER HAPPENING SOMEWHERE IN THE WORLD / YUKIO MISHIMA