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@mishimaesque
I believe that there are two traditions of masochism: the Masochian one (pleasure in submission) and the Mishimian one (pain and death as the ultimate expression of beauty). The first one is centered around the masochist's pleasure and has hedonistic tendencies, while the second one decenters the masochist and values pain on its own (or as a part of self discipline).
« Tu dois devenir un feu si ardent qu’il détruit le feu de ton adversaire. Sinon, tu seras détruit. »
— Yukio Mishima, Megami (Goddess), dans Onnagami (Tokyo : Shinchōsha, 1955).
Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985)
The Death of a Samurai.
Yukio Mishima: The Death of a Man Photography by Kishin Shinoyama
Photo: Shinchosha With Utaemon in 1954. Mishima had a compulsion to love, but when he gained the attention of another person, he would take flight. A rare exception was his friendship with Utaemon, the well-known onnagata (the actor in the Kabuki theater who takes the female roles).
Dreams, memories, the sacred--they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch. How strange man is! His touch defiles and yet he contains the source of miracles/ Yukio Mishima, spring snow
“And so he had until now used all emotions to draw a line between emotion and self-respect, and, avoiding the danger of love, armed himself with countless thorns.”
—Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel (1972)
Yukio Mishima
« Je vois aujourd’hui le Japon se vautrer dans une paix qui n’est rien d’autre qu’une lente mort spirituelle. Nous avons échangé nos épées contre des livrets bancaires et notre honneur contre le confort. Une nation qui craint de verser son sang pour ses idéaux finira par perdre toute capacité à ressentir quoi que ce soit. Nous devons réveiller le “Yamato-damashii” — l’esprit japonais — qui sommeille sous cette épaisse couche de matérialisme. »
— Yukio Mishima, tiré de son discours final au camp d’Ichigaya lors de sa tentative de coup d’État avortée, le 25 novembre 1970.
“In order that I might truly face the sun, the world itself must be destroyed”
Yukio Mishima, pseudonym of Hiraoka Kimitake, was born in Shinjuku, Tokyo on this day in 1925.
Photographed by Tamotsu Yatō (1965)
Man in a Loincloth, 1968.
Yukio Mishima: The Death of a Man Photography by Kishin Shinoyama
Photo: Shinchosha With Utaemon in 1954. Mishima had a compulsion to love, but when he gained the attention of another person, he would take flight. A rare exception was his friendship with Utaemon, the well-known onnagata (the actor in the Kabuki theater who takes the female roles).
ミシマ:ア・ライフ・イン・フォー・チャプターズ Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters (1985) dir. Paul Schrader