Rain
Autumn rain makes me feel a little sad.
While reading the complete works of Hideo Kobayashi, the following sentence suddenly caught my attention.
I have always believed that the greatest and noblest monuments in the history of world theater are Chekhov’s plays and the Noh stage…. (Kunio Kishida, “Gekijo”)
(Kunio Kishida, “Gekidan Eiyu Hyojun Tenbou”)
There was a time long ago when I was interested in classical Noh plays, starting with Yukio Mishima’s “The Modern Noh Plays,” and I read books on Noh plays, but I found it impossible to follow them only in words, so I abandoned them before I knew it.
This one sentence inspired me to search for Nohgaku-related videos on YouTube. There were quite a few. After watching a few random ones, I simply thought they were good.
Regardless of the artistic value that Mr. Kishida mentions, I was more than moved by the worldview that transcends time and space with ease, and felt a deep sympathy.
This may have something to do with the fact that I have recently been thinking of trying my hand at tanka and haiku a little more deeply. Or perhaps I am simply getting older.
However, I think I finally understand why Yukio Mishima was fascinated by the mysterious world of Noh drama.
This will be useful for my novel. Somehow, I thought so. I’ll try to figure it out a little more.
The cold rain that begins to regret the autumn after it has passed
