New Dead Families

words taken from Akira Tatehata

I observe the surfaces with only good eyes and delight in simply describing them.

I study titular things like the mountainside over there. The snow’s saliva fuses

with the mountainside in the anti-cherry-blossom season. However, during cherry-blossom blooming time the saliva melts and floats up at an unexpected angle into Nowhere. It fuses with imagined landscapes autonomous of here. Half-rising, depending on the angle –

Goddamn! See that bald, short-legged man over there?

I do not study him! Skull dented, bowlegged Ulysses! I allocate the afternoon hours to research titular things, like militarily handsome men who ride in carriages. Not lukewarm heroes who fuse with the sea! “Nowhere is a boat useless to me,” he says. “Nowhere is a boat useless except on land!” I say. “A horse carriage is like a motorboat.” “A horse carriage is a vehicle that seems like a boat, but fuses horse with land not sea!” I can’t dismiss the matter as simple ignorance. “But! But! But!” Ulysses abruptly swings me aside with a force you wouldn’t have expected from his body and rushes into the sea. Body half-rising, depending on the angle –

But wait! Marcus Aurelius!

I observe the surfaces with “good eyes” and delight in simply describing them. I only study titular things like Marcus Aurelius over there. A militarily handsome man with horse carriage! The horse is a percussion instrument that Marcus Aurelius strikes at unexpected angles. Half-rising, the carriage abruptly rushes into the sea. It circles Ulysses twice with exploding noises like a motorboat and then floats down with that man at an unexpected angle into Nowhere.

Somewhere, during the cherry blossom season, the snow’s saliva is existing in “a special site, an actual site” autonomous of here. Perhaps wherever Marcus Aurelius is.