"Their music sounds like being on your deathbed, when things that are beautiful and things that are horrible can no longer be differentiated and everything just merges into nothingness, bringing up that imagery of things being reduced to chaos and bleakness." - Amy Cimpaye, on Les Rallizes Dénudés
Mono no aware (物の哀れ), literally "the pathos of things", and also translated as "an empathy toward things", or "a sensitivity to ephemera", is a Japanese term for the awareness of impermanence (無常, mujō), or transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness (or wistfulness) at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life. "Mono-no aware: the ephemeral nature of beauty – the quietly elated, bittersweet feeling of having been witness to the dazzling circus of life – knowing that none of it can last. It’s basically about being both saddened by and appreciative of transience – and also about the relationship between life and death. In Japan, there are four very distinct seasons, and you really become aware of life and mortality and transience. You become aware of how significant those moments are.”
Based of a poem by William Blake called ‘A Poison Tree’. The poem focuses on the emotion of anger and the consequences for our relationships should that anger be suppressed.
In the poem the speaker tells of how he talked to a friend about his anger and everything was fine but with an enemy he could not do so and kept the anger inside. It began to grow, eventually becoming a metaphorical tree with poison fruit.
The enemy or foe ends up under the tree, destroyed by the speaker’s pent up anger. The speaker seems ok about this but is there some doubt about the destructiveness of his anger? Early communication of anger seems the best way to deal with it.
A Poison Tree uses metaphor, antithesis and biblical associations to highlight the self-damage that can proceed from suppressing anger. The emphasis is on letting go of negative emotions and moving on with life before this energy impacts on the health and well being of others. This poem is an extended metaphor – the wrath (anger) becomes a tree, a fruit, a poison apple.
oppa tried to convince me to write and throw with my right hand, because left hand is a sign of evil