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The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (1983)

Director - Nobuhiko Ôbayashi, Cinematography - Yoshitaka Sakamoto

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The Girl Who Leapt Through Time (1983) | dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi

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[le-quai-des-brumes]

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'

[rubypomegranates]

“The special quality of hell is to see everything clearly down to the last detail.”

Yukio Mishima “The Temple of the Golden Pavilion”

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Yukio Mishima loved cats deeply and kept many of them at home. His cats frequently appeared in both his work and his personal life, offering us a glimpse of his tender side.

He once wrote an article about cats:

"I simply cannot help but love that melancholic beast.

It is not that it cannot learn tricks — rather, it considers such things beneath its dignity.

That cunning, sulky expression, the beautiful alignment of its teeth, its cold seductiveness —

for reasons I cannot quite explain, I am truly fond of it." - Yukio Mishima's Complete Works, Volume 25, "Review I", of "The Film: The Cat King"

He even wrote letters to his father, asking him to take care of his cats.

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Yukio Mishima — Making Queer History

Discussing Yukio Mishima is a complex mess of sorting fact from fiction, and while in our last article of Elagabalus we found ourselves face

Yukio was born January 14, 1925, in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan. He spent most of his earlier years with his grandmother who maintained a very aristocratic lifestyle and shared that with Yukio. She was also prone to violence and attempted to isolate Yukio from other boys his age. He was pushed, instead, to spend time with his female cousins and enjoy more traditionally feminine tasks with his grandmother. At the age of twelve, Yukio was returned to his immediate family.

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[bookmuseum]

"We were too accustomed to the absurdity of existence. The loss of a universe is not worth taking seriously."

—Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel (1971)

[hero-hom]

He was daydreaming, and his thoughts, moving like the sea, gradually turned from the rhythm of the waves to that of the long, slow passage of time, and hence to the inevitability of growing old-- and he suddenly caught his breath. He never looked forward to the wisdom and other vaunted benefits of old age. Would he be able to die young-- and if possible, free of all pain? A graceful death-- as a richly patterned kimono, thrown carelessly across a polished table, slides unobtrusively down into the darkness of the floor beneath. A death marked by elegance.

--Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow

[keuscheliebe]

To see human beings in agony, to see them covered in blood and to hear their death groans, makes people humble. It makes their spirits delicate, bright, peaceful. It's never at such times that we become cruel or bloodthirsty. No, it's on a beautiful spring afternoon like this that people suddenly become cruel. It's at a moment like this, don't you think, while one's vaguely watching the sun as it peeps through the leaves of the trees above a well-mown lawn? Every possible nightmare in the world, every possible nightmare in history, has come into being like this.

The Temple of the Golden Pavilion Yukio Mishima

[blackmerkvr]

“Once I had started my solitude I realised anew that it was easy for me to become accustomed to this state and that the most effortless existence for me was in fact one in which I was not obliged to speak to anyone. My fretful attitude to life left me. Each dead day had its charm”

Yukio Mishima

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Yukio Mishima, from Spring Snow

Text ID: 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.

[bookmuseum]

“He knew now that a more comprehensive view of the world was to be had from physical depression than from intelligence, from a dull pain in the entrails than from reason, a loss of appetite than analysis.”

—Yukio Mishima, The Decay of the Angel (1972)

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she deserves so many hugs 😭

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