Once, on some occasion, I said to Mr. Shigeo Washisu,2 'If the Ah's
and Oh's disappeared from your writings, they'd feel so much more
modern.' Well, here's what he said in reply: 'Ah, you're right. Oh,
that's true, you're right.' Two years since he descended into the
Underworld and, stripped of his temporary personality known as
Shigeo Washisu, joined the common herd of the dead, I wanted to
call to him using Ah's and Oh's abundantly. Ah, Oh, true enough, I
wanted to call to him.
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Fantastically exposed contaminating hate towards a class of people who plays the deciding roll in our semi-inhuman society. Sometimes we pray, sometimes we worship their dignity by foot. Thanks a lot. Bold and smart to use spit.
Nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.l.
Fantastically exposed contaminating hate towards a class of people who plays the deciding roll in our semi-inhuman society. Sometimes we pray, sometimes we worship their dignity by foot. Thanks a lot. Bold and smart to use spit.