ECHO AND VISITORS
[undated] (The program-brochure revealing in English that, "according to tradition, the thud-slap of bodies is an echo which reaches us, lapping, from the Pure-Land")Lovely, the wrestler's head, oil-glazed, hair pulled back to the intricate knot. He crouches, shameless, in the ring and is still, drawing the breath, I think, of the pleasure-seekers into him. Soundless, flesh forgotten, he coils to absorb the fullness of the Pure Land... (And you, Nomura, in your morning kimono, the name of our daughter half-called as she strolls the thistle-lined path...) The force of the meeting astounds the visitors.
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