Ryuutaroun runoja

[mi]

Ryuutarou runoili (runoilee?) Keraan ja tämä topicci koskee niitä. Mulla on vaan muutama käännettynä, mutta lukisin mielelläni lisää. En kyllä muista enää, että mistä nämä on kotoisin, joltain kadonneelta sivulta varmaankin :<


.Jiku.

Axis

I want to be the center of the world, to be the axis spinning round and round.
I wont see anything, just like I can't hear anything, being the axis spinning round and round.
Round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and
round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round.
Already I can no longer see everyone's eyes, and can no longer hear their voices.
With a sense of familiarity, the spinning stops.
"I'm alright already."
In this selfish world, spinning round and round, I am the axis.
With the dizziness of a screw I'm laughing while falling.


Kako.

The Past

While drinking carbonated drinks, regarding the past.

Dodge Ball time, I often covered my ears.
A child hiding away in their coat, they aim.
And dance.
Everyone, cover your ears and the cry of
“Go” will become smaller.
It’s like the entire school-yard stops
When the balls spill into the sky,
Like watching bubbles in soda water.
Delusion Ball.
Disappearing in bursts.
Everyone’s voices are reduced,
As the ball hits me.

Although, these feelings pass,
It’s like accompanying emotions
Gradually leave as well,
Something has begun
Just like bubbles memories leave,
They too disappear in bursts.


Naisho.

Secrecy

Are there things you keep secret?

Inhaling the scent of gasoline makes me excited
I want to pinch loud children
I stole the toad raised as the class pet
I've bought a plastic model with the monthly penmanship class fee money for the past 3 months.
I haven't paid my dues.
This thoughtlessness is really not good
I like Doraemon
I don't like Korosuke
"Do you like me?"

Do you hate me?

Taiin.

Leaving the Hospital

The day I left the hospital.
The midday sunlight was so strong, my eyes were useless.
It made me feel sleepy.
The bus came by twice to see me off.
The linoleum floor was cool
As the early afternoon sun fell.
That time,
I felt anxious, like someone was softly pressing down on my back.
If I would notice, the bus had stopped in front of me.
From the bus' window I saw the hospital.
My neighbors didn't come to meet me, even the old person
With their curtain swaying in their opened window.
Yeah. I understand.
They won't be coming back for a while.


.Toumei.

Transparancy

Liking something and later circumstances.

Always thinking in black and white.
"I like the things I like, I dislike the things I dislike" and that's the way I feel.
After School.....
The chime saying school's out, it's too loud...
Today and every day is split.
Even the echo is too noisy, my eardrum breaks.
Because of that
my head hurts, so I drink Aspirin.
Somehow it makes me laugh.
And yet, tears of sexual frigidity stream out.
All of my classmates are chameleons.
Their true colors are unknown.
They are always separated by barriers.
In order to not be touched, they don't touch.
Gradually the begin to not feel anything real.
Even whether appearing to be alive, or appearing to be dead,
they don't even know anymore (Perhaps even both are good).
That time, It's like my own bundled gelatin-like quality
I think. Yes,
The bundled gelatin's colorless transparancy.......
I become frightened, what if something changes and the fate line in my palm were to be cut.
Fingertips dyed with deep red something is good, a bit calming.
Reality looks like it's become mosaic, doesn't it
(Maybe it's because of my fringe?)
Many chameleon people are cackling in the after image of ones collapsing eye.
It's their faults,
I can't sleep. I drank some Halshion.
I become full of the scent of water.
Somewhere a blind person is playing the piano.
Considering my act, I also play the guitar.
Distorted thoughts like if he were to sing,
G Senjou's beautiful aria streaming through my body, cleansing it.
Blood flowing from my palms.
If it disappears, I'll become all too familiar with my transparent heart.
My transparent heart.....

Already, I can feel nothing, and keep living.
Almost like everything I believed in is now crumbling.

[sonja]

mulla on näitä kans muutama, oota kun pengon! nää siis menivät mun käsittääkseni kirjainten mukaan? nää on mulla nimellä gojuu onshiki

[ U ] Unzari
To be sick of something, or to loathe it.

This column is actually very tricky - I translated it one way, and I then went back and read it again only to discover a completely different interpretation ^^; Personally I prefer the first one, but I've included both below. "Beneath The Wheel" is a Herman Hesse novel; I forget who wrote "Bubble of Days". All I remember was that it was a badly translated title - the novel was originally in French.

Interpretation #1

The Road Home

To the hanging notices on the inside of the train, to the paused white line of the platform
To the cackling laughter of the people who live in cardboard boxes at the station
To the clanging red alarm posts at the railway crossing
To the mother clinging to her child's hand at the traffic lights by the road sign
To the power lines in the blue sky of the weather forecast of the dye factory's notice board
To the second hand book store beneath that with the entrance that doesn't open
To the worn out copies of "Beneath The Wheel" and "Bubble of Days"*
To the people who are idiots at writing, and to my own stupid self
To my hopeful expectations of "reality"

My mind is just
Sick of it all
Sick of it all

Interpretation #2

The Road Home

To the inside of the train, to the hanging notices, to the paused white line of the platform
To the boxes at the station, to the people in them, to their cackling laughter
To the railway crossing, to the clanging alarm, to the red posts
To the child, to the mother clinging to its hand, to the road sign, to the traffic lights
To the power lines, to the blue sky, to the weather forecast, to the dye factory's notice board
To the second hand book store beneath that, to the entrance that doesn't open
To the worn out copies of "Beneath The Wheel" and "Bubble of Days"*
To the people who are idiots at writing, to my own stupid self
To my hopeful expectations of "reality"

My mind is just
Sick of it all
Sick of it all



[ SA ] Saru (monkey)
A general term for primates excluding human beings.

To the zoo in the deep of night, let's go.
Let's trespass over the wire fences.
Let's discover the monkey mountain, and climb it to see what we can see.
Let's sit on the summit, and smoke.
And when we are satisfied with the indemnifications of our acts,
Let's go home before the policemen come.


[ SO ] Soushitsukan (sense of loss)
A feeling that is realised when something is lost.



Task,
To bury " "

A

Mr. Policeman,
I've lost my " "
I've looked for it everywhere but
I just can't find it.
It hasn't been turned in here,
has it?

Policeman

You never had " "
to begin with, so
there's no reason for you to find it.


[ TA ] Taijin (personal)
Regarding people, towards others.


Our heart is wrapped in mucous*
Towards others, it is wrapped in mucous
The slightest touch causes an oversensitive reaction

On TV, someone pretends to go crazy
They pretend to laugh
They pretend to get angry
They pretend to be sad
Pretend, pretend, pretend

Pulling the blanket up so as not to see,
I too am pretending to be thinking

Our heart is wrapped in mucous
Towards others, it is wrapped in mucous
The slightest touch causes an oversensitive reaction


[ TSU ] Tsumetai Mizu (cold water)
Water that has been chilled.

Washroom
I awake, and drink cold water
A repetitive round of dreams has released me from tears

Summer festival
Words of the midget at the freak show
"All will vanish as bubbles of water."

[mi]

Kiitti! Noi oli aakkosjärjestyksessä, joo.

(kiva kun tää on yhtäkkiä niin aktiivinen!)

[sonja]

tämmönen löyty viel näihin littyen, tän kai voi laittaa tänne?

IT FEELS LIKE WORDS HAVE SAVED ME
Gojuu Onshiki One Year Anniversary Special Interview
KERA magazine, 2003
Plastic Tree - Ryutaro

Translated 2003 by Bronny



Through his lyrics and his writings, Ryutaro has shown us a world of poetry that delves deep into the depths of heart and mind. So how did he start writing (this column)? I asked him about it, in conjunction with his feelings about writing.

Interviewer: Ryutaro's column "Gojuu Onshiki" started in last year's March issue. It's now been over a year; how are you feeling about it?

Ryutaro: I was the one who decided to write the 50 characters (of the Japanese alphabet), though at the beginning, I thought it would just be limited to "A I U E O". So I went and wrote until "O". There are times when power flows through my arms, but on the whole, I can't relax when I'm writing...

I: But from my personal impression through reading, it wouldn't appear (that you're not relaxed)?

R: When I write, I get stuck in the same pose the entire time (laugh) And when I realise that, often 4 or 5 hours have gone past. That said, there are times when I can just write (the columns). Before I was ever in a band, I used to go to a sort of "folk coffee shop". At that time, I met a lot of "Please buy my poetry collection!" self-styled sort of poets, and I remember thinking how nice it would be to be like them. It's not like I'm disinterested when I write, so I thought I'd just try it and see what happened.

I: Well, by doing this and that, you've managed to get up to "TA". Have you ever been troubled by writer's block?

R: I have. During "SO". Ordinarily, I think about what I should do for a subject and write about it in my notebook. I still manage to drown the book in about 2 pages worth, even if I'm writing in tiny characters. But with "SO", I wrote a page, and I just wasn't satisfied; I thought, "Geez, this is bad. Lucky I didn't say I'd do all 50 letters. Lucky I get to change themes every time."

I: But you were the one who chose to do the 50 letters...

R: At that point, I was thinking, "If I decide on something, I should be able to progress at my own pace". I was thinking that when I felt inclined to write, I would just do so at home. But you know, I'm thinking at the moment that people are full of contradictions. (The decision) was made, and it's been difficult.

I: You always write several lines about each letter, and the contents really are surprising. Furthermore, each piece stands on its own, in its own little world...

R: Yes. I'm always writing about 3 at the same time. I write more than 3 at a time, everyone!

I: And in busy times, 7.

R: Yeah, I think I can write about 7, whilst still being fine. If I don't write a lot, I don't get motivated. And I choose which one I'm going to write each day. I knew it'd be like that, from the very beginning.

I: So you actually envisaged this?

R: I did. And of course, there are the photo shoots. Those are also hard. But I'm the sort of person who gets lazy if they haven't got anything to do, so in a way, (this work) is a sort of stopper for me. When I move my head, it calls up all the other "me"s within myself, and it's like "It's time for the Gojuu Onshiki" / "Hasn't your hair grown a bit?" / "Are you writing these days?", like a big meeting, or a self-talk plaza (laugh)

I: Previously, you also wrote essays for us; are there a lot of people coming up to you and going, "Please write something for us!"...?

R: On occasion. And also, on occasion, I really feel like I want to do it as well. Basically though, I'm a musician, and that fulfils me. Well, the "Gojuu Onshiki" does as well, but with this sort of work, you do it and you've done it and you feel satisfied, but at the same time it feels like I've been saved. But you know, even writing boring sentences, you still have to think about it and write about it and that takes time. So I don't think I'm the sort of person who will do it all that often.

I: Well then, what sort of things do you think you'll be writing about in "Gojuu Onshiki" in the future?

R: I haven't thought about the future. Or which letter I'm up to. I'd just like to be able to do up to "N" (the last letter of the alphabet).

[Reiko-kun]

Vähänkös on ihania nuo runot. Plastic Treen sanoituksiakin lukiessa huomaa miten lahjakas Ryutaro on.. Laulutkin ovat kuin runoja.

Mutta runoista erityisiä tekee se, että runoja on hankala lausua. Runojen ääneen sanominen voi kuulostaa.. liian epähienolta yksinkertaisesti. Runoja on mukava lukea mutta vaikea kuunnella.

Kukapa nyt haluaisikaan raiskata Ryuutaroun sanallista lahjakkuutta yrittämällä ilmaista sitä ääneen?

Kiitos paljon noista mi ja sonja, laittakaa heti lisää jos löydätte! Jotkut on niin huonoja löytämään mitään..... *häpeää*

[sonja]

ei noita enää oikeen löydy mistään! 2005-2006-paikkeilla viimeisetkin purasivut on aika paljon kadonneet mun mielestä, se on tosi tosi sääli. sitä ennen fanisivuilta löytyi aika paljonkin käännöksiä, nykyään valtaosa puraelämästä on kuragessa.