It is already spring!
The sight of all sorts of creatures starting their activities at once and plants budding reminds me of what Mallarmé (or was it Mallarmé?) said, “Spring is the season of ugliness. I am reminded of the words of Mallarmé, I think it was.
At last, I have read all of Akiko Ikeda’s 29 books. Or rather, I have done it. There is more of a sense of loss than a sense of accomplishment. I wondered if I would ever be able to read unknown works again.
I have read many people’s complete works, but this may be the first time I have felt such a sense of loss.
I think I will read them in order of publication date. I will probably keep reading and rereading them like this until I die.
First, his debut novel. To the Event Itself! Published by Transview. You’ll know it when you read it.
It is simply amazing. It is astonishing that he achieved the end of all this contemplation, “The Language of Philosophy,” when he was only 30 years old.
In the afterword, he says
He “recognizes the various circumstances that arise in the world as individual phenomenal forms with universal consciousness, and attempts to systematize the ontology of all these phenomena in poetic language.
This was the reason why Mr. Ikeda began writing.
This may have been a tribute to Rimbaud, who said, “My original plan was to write it in one sitting and then disappear into the desert.
However, Ikeda’s philosophical journey continued, resulting in a series of 28 works.
And then Mr. Ikeda took over the spiritual baton from Yutaka Hani, whom he admired, and finally became a revolutionary, declaring, “I am a man of revolutionary spirit.
He has taken over the spiritual baton from his beloved Yutaka Haniwa, and finally declares, “To overthrow from the bottom up the world’s belief that the ultimate value of life is to eat, in other words, a ‘negative’ world revolution. Only through the restoration of absolute idealism, which holds spirituality to be supreme, will this bloodless revolution be fulfilled.
The Thinker, Chuko Bunko
As one of those who are still left on the margins of this world, I hope to inherit the spiritual baton from Mr. Ikeda and become a martyr to this bloodless revolution. In my case, through novels.
I intended to write more lightly, but I got a little passionate. Well, I guess that’s just another slip of the pen that comes with writing a diary.
So, please read any of Akiko Ikeda’s books. It won’t save you or make your life easier, but it will bring you a little closer to the truth you haven’t seen yet.
It may change your life.
Following the letters, I will make a memorial service for my predecessors.
