[LAW Document 72 Hours] Naoko Hiraoka's Selection: "Five Poets"
Among the poets living today, the five that Naoko Hiraoka considers the most important are as follows.
▶ Atsushi Utsunomiya
Cats are cute, starting with their size, they're cute, or rather, their size is cute.
Midnight badminton, it's not because the moon is dark, that we can't keep it going.
A murmur, a polar bear slowly diving into the water, it's fine to let it pass by.
Being alive is fine as a fluke, July, I want to meet you, a fluke.
There's mochi in the dorayaki and you're happy, mochi is good, chestnuts too.
Your bag is always meaninglessly too small, sometimes too big, it makes my heart race.
The cold light of March, it's cold, isn't it, sticking a straw into a milk carton.
Adding slightly long ruby text to a "mishearing": "white pattern on white background"
(From Atsushi Utsunomiya's "Picnic")
▶ Yuko Iida
Select all, save as, I stood on my knees and held K's head.
(From Yuko Iida's "Apple Penetration Ceremony")
▶ Yutaka Masaoka
It would be nice if Uniqlo had a shirt with a moon pattern that no one could touch.
Since both China and heaven are still far from here, we must board a ship.
Hey, on the night the snow wrapped around you, did the orca cross the border?
Timetables were piled up, I enter the October bookstore wearing green clothes.
Leda's shoes are at the soda fountain in the summer field where everyone wants to go but no one can.
For the sake of what you cannot accomplish in this world, there is a boat burning gently.
(From Yutaka Masaoka / Net Print "October Poems" 2017)
▶ Toshiki Agatsuma
"Teacher, Yoshida-kun is a balloon," tied to the back of the chair
By the time the moonlight reaches us, it is worn out and has become a thief
Increase the speed to one hundred and sleep; the light that cares and the light that is cared for
Even though you attacked me with headphones, are we friends? Please kiss me
There is a mark on the moon where the graffiti was erased. Thank you for the electrocardiogram, I will treasure it
I did as you said, but neither the animals nor the Porsche came. There is no night that does not end, is there?
Back then, I wrote lies on my blog like a sign glowing from behind
(From Toshiki Agatsuma / "A Place for Feet, A Graveyard for Elephants," a poetry collection in the coterie magazine "Ritsu," 2016)
▶ Ema Sesshu
If we meet, my heart goes mad; if we don't meet, my heart goes mad. Love has no friends
(From Ema Sesshu's "Tanporuporu")