DEATH IS HAIKU

The Art of Contemplating the Death

Don’t be afraid of death of body —
beware when heart dies

(Oshio Heihachiro

)

Rising Moon
lights reviving
after the fierce storm

(Takijiro Onishi

)

What is Haiku? Issuing from it’s own form haiku is the shortness/instant

of life. Instantaneousness of an extreme existing. A "trice

" of objective reality before Death. But today we, horrific toilers

, need much

more severe philosophical formulas. Haiku is not

some
"frontier state

" of obsolete existentialism, not

Heidegger's "Sein zum Tode/being-toward-death

", but the Death

Itself! Yes, haiku is

Death

and Death is

Haiku

! Only the haiku/the Pure Death

exceeds vitality

of the very life. Every "speck of dust

", every "tiny drop

" through the haiku/Death

with no mercy brings down any Unshakeable Absolute and Inaccessible Eternity. In other words, haiku is quinta essentia

of the Creating Death! Maximal power of the focus of the unstoppable Will for power. The way of haiku is

the Way of the Creating Death!

The highest point of the Purity of the Spirit... but the Spirit

, which every second

is in a state of unprecedented Self-destruction

— the most severe Break

. Thus, if "a wild eagle is invited to the room of mirrors

" it — without fail!

— will break into smithereens all these "artificial mirror screens

" of human mind and fear. The Spirit of the Heavenly Eagle will severely extirpate

, torment

, tear apart

all "humane, too humane

" just to see its own clear reflection in transparent water: its shining

Face of the Inexorable Will!

This "wild eagle of haiku

" — the most audacious image of Ban’ya Natsuishi — is that

very mysterious Divine Killer

, which knows from the start:

Every thing will disappear:
even the rice paddy,
over it a white heron dancing

Everything surely will disappear

... In truly way — Learn!

— one can only/just

from the depth of his own [certainly gushing!

] blood, from his

own aggressive

Emptiness
[Void!

] as approaching Absolute Break and Absence:

Sucking in the blue sky
a cicada hole
disappears

Only

Death

may speak so. Death

/Haiku contends that the biggest treachery is the fear and insincerity of haiku

in front of haiku as

Death

. This given initial truth

is most perfectly expressed by inexorable

haiku by

Kanzawa Toko:

verses about death —
is only an illusion:
death is Death

That is for Toko: "Death

is

haiku" — is more initial

than "haiku is

Death

". In every its instant

Life must incessantly, intently

scrutinize in Death

. Like the "zen tiger

" Life is to step

fiercely over "satori

" and "samadhi

" in order to show severely [in a sacral

seclusion!] its last: brave leap in Chasm

. Haiku is

Death

for Death is

Haiku!

Three lines

of haiku are three deadly lightnings

of the Spirit

which violently incinerate

themselves. Because haiku teaches not

to "die" but — to Overtake Death!

Incessantly — like a wounded dragon

of the Will

— move Above

the defeated Heaven; beyond

"equilibriums", "piers" and any "traces"...

Death

is

haiku for haiku is

Death!

Only such a statement

/Knowledge of the Mystery of Death

lets the dark

Tao

and the Great Emptiness of Nothing shudder gladly. Nothing to Power

as might of invisible resistance

of different forms of life/"little emptinesses

" in a real, true haiku

appears as Triumph of the Will to Superiority of Absence

. Haiku/Death

secretly teaches

: approaches the Great Emptiness to Supremacy! The truth of any ancient poetry

is invariable: "Werdet hart

" — become

hard!

It’s time to cast

away resolutely any

manifestations of "human
fear

". From own Great Emptiness all wishes of "I

" and longings of pitiful human "being

" are must be ruthlessly severed

. Literally it is necessary

to become

an aloof kamikaze of the word

, that is

— to strike

with images

of Death rapidly

out from contemplating action

of Power!

According to these

cruel demands

it is clear that it is not

world-wide avowed bygone masters [haizins

] were considered to be dazzling heights

of the Spirit of haiku but unknown ancient

samurais

, who left only

to Noone

simple three-lines

before their final bloody harakiri

. And also

young fearless kamikaze

who wrote

with blood of the Spirit their farewell haiku

, which always were concluded with the ultimate high perfection

— the Divine Ram Attack! Tenno heika banzai!

But… isn’t

it better to feed

the emperor

to hounds

?

Ideally, every haiku

must burn/disappear

right

after it has been written

. Cruelly die

, aloofly being incinerated

with its creator!

Only then the form

of haiku as "already-
not-a form

", literally is Purity! Form of haiku it is not

usual classical formula

5-7-5, but the ratio of extreme

Nothing to maximal

Emptiness and total

Absence. Formula: 0-0-0.

Nothing

— Emptiness

— Absence

. But:

Walking is philosophy's
Best friend —
Voices from the clouds

It is written

so by the legend of the modern haiku Ban’ya Natsuishi in his book "VOICES FROM THE CLOUDS

". But any "walking

", even "passage

" of God, is a stroll of Death to Death

itself. The voyage of Nonexistence through the "being

" to the Absolute Nonexistence

. That’s why
"voices from the clouds

" are in any ways voices of Mishima’s eirei no koe

/voices of dead heroes. First of all, we

ought to be fearless livings but... as already dead

! It’s time to consider the "art of haiku

" from the point of view just/only

of the "philosophy of action

" by Wang Yangming, Oshio Heihachiro, Kita Ikki and Yukio Mishima with their sincere fanatical statement:
"knowledge without action is illusion

". Every Pure Heart

must avoid the "humanism of Taisho epoch

". And that’s why, considering the most antichristian book

by Ban’ya Natsuishi "Flying Pope

" we should use the most radical Japan Zen

-formula of the emptiness and aloofness: "If you meet Buddha, kill Buddha!

" And then everything immediately

stands in order, exactly, breaks loose

from their places and shatters around:

His heart stopped,
the Pope flying
in the dark red sky

This "flying in the dark red sky

" is really a Key of the Spirit

to every living and dead. If the haiku poet is not

a kamikaze then he is not

a haiku poet. This is right

: his haiku with its deceitful presence

betrays Absence as the Purity of Eternal Nonexistence

. Elapsing with blood but swiftly

Flying Pope along

with Crawling Buddha must recover their sights at last:


If you meet
yourself,

kill

yourself!

No-self!

Now that even the very

"extreme nihilism

" is in decadence state only haiku/Death

can become, like a revolver shot

, pure

and effective

manifesto of Nothing to Power. "By Absence

of any humane

such knowledge can be reached" [Oshio Heihachiro]. Only haiku/Death

can give us the Needed Might to stand up in the Emptiness against

the Emptiness through the same

Emptiness

; here I mean the most perfect weapon

of the Will — Emptiness to Supremacy

! In silence, without fear and trepidation, we

must sternly meet red "A Future Waterfall

", the bloody metaphor

of which conceals only one thing — coming forth

Absolute Break of the Spirit!

If you meet Emptiness, kill

Emptiness! —
Emptiness to Supremacy!

If you meet Nothing, kill

Nothing! —
Nothing to Power!

Summa Summarum

: the real poet of haiku

always lends an attentive ear to eirei no koe

/voices of dead heroes. His haikus

are even more

"for no one

" than even brave canticles of nietzschean Zarathustra

. His Bible of Power

is "The Hagakure Kikigaki

"!

That’s why from the point of view of the Truth of Break of the Spirit it is seen that it is not

some skillful three-lines

of Basho or Issa will always top Japanese haiku

, but wise, sincere and courageous verses of Takijiro Onishi

— the stern founder of
"Kamikaze tokkotai ei

/ The Formation of Kamikaze Special Attack Force":

In blossom today, then scattered:
life is so like a delicate flower.
how can one expect the fragrance to last for ever?

Impressum

Texte: English translations by azSacra zaRathustra & Aidar Ismagilov
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 01.04.2009

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