Now I am Enough Old for Remembering the Past
Recently I read Susan Sontag's WHERE THE STRESS FALLS, 2001. The impression is a little different with the other books.
I was never the good reader of her, but her existence was always strong and had glittered.
The time was Sixties that contained the infinite things in it.
Now I am enough old for remembering the time.
She wrote a fine essay on the time, Thirty Years Later ... , 1996. The pages are short but sufficient to describe the time that was infinite and endless.
If her life was able to be shine, while my Sixties was always under the tiny dim light.
At the place where I was, the long view never could be seen. I never thought on the things as I was very coward and was fluttered even at the very tiny event of the time. I was infirm and timidity.
What I could do at that time was read or turned pages of the text books of some foreign languages.
How little and shallow heart I had, pitiable and poor existence. Probably till now.
Reference
Under the Dim Light
Tokyo
27 September 2012
Sekinan Research Field of Language
Coffee shop named California
TANAKA Akio
From Print 2012, Chapter 10
If C live, he also may ask me, "What are you researching now?"
And I also will answer him as same as ever.
I have pursued universals, never done facts, without repenting.
Oh C, if you live, will we also talk on language at the table facing each other
under the low ceiling of the shop, going up the steep stairs.
The name of the shop is California.
For the memory of our daily forgetful life, its never miserable though poor all over,
I will write down our delight.
Source: Tale / Print by LI Koh / 27 January 2012
References:
Under the Dim Light / 1 August 2012
Road to Language Universals / 31 December 2012
Tokyo
23 february 2015