Kazuo OHNO
from Workshop Words, Tokyo: Film Art, 1997.
The soul becomes ashes. Its breath spills down my body. I also breathe. My soul spreads out across the vast sky, then becomes ashes and falls.
photo: H. Tsukamoto
Whilst your dance may not be recognized now, if someone in 1,000 or 10,000 years were to acknowledge it, then it will have been born. But if your dance is forever unrelated to anyone, it is useless.
photo: Naoya Ikegami 1977
The courage to float is because life and death are lined up back to back...Within the vast cosmos and all that is related to it, you are playing hopscotch.
Knees. Are you taking care of your knees or not? Are you taking care of your joints or not? The heart also had joints, it didn’t just push with rhythm. The heart also had joints. The heart’s rhythm changes moment by moment.
Translated by John Solt