My voice went roundabout.
It called the sinking sun before it called you.
It called the woods, the sea, people’s names.
Yet now I know that every echo was your voice
Letters: corrispondenza in forma di video tra il poeta-scrittore Shuntaro Tanikawa e il regista Shuji Terayama, 1982-83, sui concetti di identità e illusione del significato. La corrispondenza si interruppe per la morte del regista e ‘Letters’ fu completato dal poeta Tanikawa.
Your letter came just after you hung up.
Over the phone you were joking but your letter was quite serious:
‘ I wish I were an impala out on the savannah.’
That’s how the letter ended abruptly.
The next day –Friday –it was ninety degrees.
We met by a fountain in the underground mall.
You were twirling your white purse.
I was imitating Chaplin.
Then we ate some pizza.
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