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Morning, it's relentless.

When the dead blue of midnight begins to turn to white, an empty taxi waits for the traffic light to green. A motorbike carelessly drops a paper in the mailbox. The heat of midsummer lingers — your breath still warms my skin.

Today When you wake, it has already begun.

Today Since last night, still tangled in troubles and grief.

As the referee calls, “Time’s up,” it's drier, more relentless than your hopes and dreams. It arrives in a silent scream through the sky.

Today My exhausted body, unknown to all, won’t be revived by sorrow’s chill.

God pulled me from yesterday with sleep, even if it’s the same as yesterday, it will come without delay.

But your peaceful, sleeping face says you still welcome today. The gentle twitch of your toes means tomorrow is still worth seeing. Your ancestors, your teachers, the eight million gods — they are still expecting you.

Someone is screaming in your ears: “It would be a problem if you ended with yesterday.”

Get up. It’s morning. Let’s just begin. Good morning. Won’t you dare show me?

Put aside your likes and no’s, the ones who deny you, your will that avoids the sun.

Let’s throw away the borrowed words of yesterday — and speak only what today truly means.

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ひこうき雲 荒井由実

白い坂道が空まで続いていた ゆらゆら陽炎が あの子を包む 誰も気づかず ただ一人 あの子は昇っていく 何も怖れない そして舞い上がる

空に憧れて 空を駆けてゆく あの子の命はひこうき雲

高いあの窓で あの子は死ぬ前も 空を見ていたの 今はわからない 他の人には わからない あまりにも若過ぎたと ただ思うだけ けれど 幸せ

空に憧れて 空を駆けてゆく あの子の命はひこうき雲

空に憧れて 空を駆けてゆく あの子の命はひこうき雲

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C. Chaplin, The Great Dictator Speech

I’m sorry, but I don’t want to be an emperor. That’s not my business. I don’t want to rule or conquer anyone. I should like to help everyone - if possible - Jew, Gentile - black man - white. We all want to help one another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by each other’s happiness - not by each other’s misery. We don’t want to hate and despise one another. In this world there is room for everyone. And the good earth is rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed has poisoned men’s souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical. Our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery we need humanity. More than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost… The aeroplane and the radio have brought us closer together. The very nature of these inventions cries out for the goodness in men - cries out for universal brotherhood - for the unity of us all. Even now my voice is reaching millions throughout the world - millions of despairing men, women, and little children - victims of a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent people. To those who can hear me, I say - do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed - the bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the power they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish… Soldiers! don’t give yourselves to brutes - men who despise you - enslave you - who regiment your lives - tell you what to do - what to think and what to feel! Who drill you - diet you - treat you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle! You are men! You have the love of humanity in your hearts! You don’t hate! Only the unloved hate - the unloved and the unnatural! Soldiers! Don’t fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the 17th Chapter of St Luke it is written: “the Kingdom of God is within man” - not one man nor a group of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure. Then - in the name of democracy - let us use that power - let us all unite. Let us fight for a new world - a decent world that will give men a chance to work - that will give youth a future and old age a security. By the promise of these things, brutes have risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfil that promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but they enslave the people! Now let us fight to fulfil that promise! Let us fight to free the world - to do away with national barriers - to do away with greed, with hate and intolerance. Let us fight for a world of reason, a world where science and progress will lead to all men’s happiness. Soldiers! in the name of democracy, let us all unite!

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Hymne a L'amour

Le ciel bleu Sur nous peut s'effondrer Et la terre peut bien se crouler. Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes. Je me fous du monde entier.

Tant que l'amour inondera mes matins, Tant que mon corps Frémira sous tes mains, Peu m'importent les problèmes, Mon amour, puisque tu m'aimes.

J'irais jusqu'au bout du monde, Je me ferais teindre en blonde, Si tu me le demandais. J'irais décrocher la lune, J'irais voler la fortune, Si tu me le demandais. Je renierais ma patrie, Je renierais mes amis, Si tu me le demandais. On peut bien rire de moi, Je ferais n'importe quoi, Si tu me le demandais.

Si un jour, la vie t'arrache à moi, Si tu meurs, que tu sois loin de moi, Peu m'importe si tu m'aimes, Car moi, je mourrais aussi.

Nous aurons pour nous l'éternité Dans le bleu de toute l'immensité, Dans le ciel, plus de problème. Mon amour, crois-tu qu'on s'aime?

Dieu réunit ceux qui s'aiment.

The blue sky On us may fall down And the earth may as well collapse. Little matters to me it if you love me. I couldn't care less about the whole world.

As long as love inundates my mornings, As long as my body Trembles in your hands, I don't mind about the problems, My love, because you love me.

I would go to the end of the world, I would get my hair dyed in blonde, If you asked me to. I would go take down the moon, I would go steal the fortune, If you asked me to. I would give up my homeland, I would give up my friends, If you asked me to. One could well laugh at me, I would do anything, If you asked me to.

If one day, life tears you away from me, If you die, that you be far from me, I don't mind if you love me, Because I, I would also die.

We will have for us the eternity In the blue of all the immensity, In heaven, no more problems. My love, do you think that we love each other?

God gathers those who love each other.

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Jesse

Lyrics by Janis Ian

Jesse come home There's a hole in the bed where we slept Now it's growing cold Hey Jesse, your face in the place where we lay by the hearth, all apart It hangs on my heart

And I'm leaving the light on the stairs No I'm not scared - I wait for you Hey Jesse, I'm lonely, come home

Jesse, the floors and the boards, recalling your step And I remember, too All the pictures are fading and shaded in grey, but I still set a place on the table at noon

And I'm leaving a light on the stairs No I'm not scared - I wait for you Hey Jesse, I'm lonely, come home

Jesse, the spread on the bed is like when you left I've kept it up for you All the blues and the greens have been recently cleaned, and they're seemingly new Hey Jes, me and you

We'll swallow the light on the stairs We'll do up my hair We'll sleep unaware Hey Jesse, I'm lonely, come home

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Silence (movie by Martin Scorsese): Talk among Inoue and Rodrigues

https://youtu.be/VGPeCxonY_g?si=89loqf3ZfwFYjhpA Inoue: Not you! You stay.

Rodrigues, startled, sits back down on the ground. Inoue stands, sips from a cup of water.

Inoue: You understood what I was saying to them? Your Japanese is good enough?

RODRIGUES: I saw your eyes.

Inoue: Huh, and what did you think you saw there?

Rodrigues does not answer.

Inoue: They’re fools, those peasants.

Rodrigues glances at the prisoners being led away.

RODRIGUES (V.O.): Lord spare them suffering and keep them safe in Your hand.

Inoue: They can talk among themselves without end and decide nothing. But you understand, don’t you?

Rodrigues: Just say what you mean.

Inoue: That it all depends on you whether they are set free. If you just say one single word. Show them deny your faith.

Rodrigues: So if I refuse you’ll kill me? “The blood of martyrs is the seed of the church.” Just like the priests you slaughtered in Omura and Nagasaki.

Inoue looks at him sharply.

Inoue: We learned from our mistake killing priest, killing the peasants makes it worse.

If they can die for their God they think it only makes them stronger.

Rodrigues: If you have to do it, punish me alone.

Inoue: (angry) You do not speak like a good priest! If you are a real man, a truly good priest, you should feel pity for the Kirishitan. Isn’t that so, Padre? Isn’t that so?

He gets up. Rodrigues does not respond.

Inoue: The price for your glory is their suffering.

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Shintaro Ishihara, Representative Question at the Plenary Session of the House of Representatives (October 16, 2013)

https://youtu.be/NKFXQ6cUcbY?si=28mTy2F6tTFXWM12

Forty-three years ago, Yukio Mishima, a writer and genius, whom I greatly admired, was so concerned about the future of Japan and its people, and that he called for volunteers to storm the headquarters of the Self-Defense Forces in Ichigaya and urge the members to rise up, but without success, he committed suicide. The country that Yukio had feared since then followed the path of physical and mental decline that he had feared as it is in today.

　About a year before Yukio committed suicide, an excellent friend of mine, Goh Muramatsu, a French literature scholar, went to Toronto, as an exchange professor to give a lecture on Japanese culture, and on his way back to Japan, he stopped by the New York Times headquarters, and made copies of the editorial of August 15, the day Japan surrendered, and the editorial of the day Germany surrendered in Spring of that year, and provided them to us.

　Reading the two together, they are quite contrasting.

　Although young members of the Diet may not be aware, the manner in which Japan and Germany surrendered was quite different.

　Japan surrendered unconditionally right after being stunned by the atomic bombs that instantly killed hundreds of thousands of people, while Germany surrendered on three conditions. First, they would create their own constitution, which would be the basic law of Germany after the war; second, the education of their children after the war would be decided by the Germans themselves; and third, the German national army, whatever its size and whatever its performance, would be retained.

　In light of this, the Times editorial on the surrender of Germany said that, this superior people had been led astray by the Nazis and lost the war, but they would recover from this remorse and build a new honorable nation, and we would do everything in our power to help them rebuild a respectable, great Germany.

　In contrast, their argument about Japan's surrender featured a large cartoon on the side of the editorial, depicting a giant catfish-like monster lying on its side, with a huge gaping maw into an American soldier, wearing an iron helmet, to pull the monster's fangs out. The American soldier is wearing an iron helmet and pulling out the fangs of the monster.

　The commentary said that, this ugly and dangerous monster had fallen, but it was still alive, and we must do everything in our power, for the safety of the United States and the world, to completely dismantle it, no matter how long it takes.

　Behind New York Times editorial on Japan's defeat in the war, I believe, is a racial prejudice based on a history of racism.

　It is nothing but the racist prejudice of whites who have colonized most of the lands on Earth and the people of color during the modern and post-modern eras in the aftermath of the Industrial Revolution. At the root of this prejudice, there has been a thorough dismantling of the defeated nation of Japan in the name of governance.

　The historically unjustifiable Constitution was brilliantly used as an effective means to this end, and to great effect. With the new Constitution as a starting point, the U.S. postwar rule over Japan began. As a means of dismantling and governing Japan, they unilaterally imposed on us a constitution with an extremely ugly preamble written in ugly Japanese, which we accepted and have spent our time to this day as America's enablers.

　Now that the Diet is about to officially begin debating this Constitution, we would like to take this opportunity to call upon the philosopher Hegel to speak out on this issue.

　As the debate on the Constitution is about to officially begin in the Diet, we should remember the words of the philosopher Hegel, who said that the principles of judgment when discussing the success or failure of important issues for a nation or society are all to be found in history.

　Human history has seen many wars, but there has never been a case in history where a law created and imposed by a victorious nation after a war as a means of governing a defeated nation has remained in force for more than half century, and has remained effective in restraining the defeated. In light of this, we should be able to say that the current Constitution that we have received has no historical legitimacy based on history.

　What is your opinion about this? First of all, I would like to ask you whether the current Constitution that we have been receiving has any historical legitimacy or not.

　Since I entered the world at a relatively young age, I became acquainted with Mr. Jiro Shirasu, who was said to be one of Prime Minister Shigeru Yoshida's closest aides, through events held in the literary circles that still existed at that time. He directly advised me on several occasions.

　The most serious problem was that after Japan finally gained independence through the Treaty of San Francisco signed by the Yoshida Cabinet, which he himself accompanied, Prime Minister Yoshida should have invalidated the Constitution created and given by the U.S., but he did not do so. He said that the fact that he did not do so was the biggest mistake of a politician.

　The Prime Minister seems to have an extraordinary desire to revise the Constitution, and in light of such commentary, I would like to ask you to clearly state your thoughts on whether or not the current Constitution has historical legitimacy. Is it yes or no?

　If, in light of the above words, there is no historical legitimacy or legitimacy in this Constitution, then you, as the supreme leader of the nation of Japan, may declare this Constitution invalid. And I think that is exactly where the debate should start.

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大島渚 弔辞

大島監督、あなたが亡くなられてから、わが家では追悼のために「大島祭」をやっております。 あなたの処女作『愛と希望の街』から順番に観てきました。

最初にあなたの映画に出逢ったのは15、6の時。 最初に観たのは確か『日本春歌考』だと思います。 今でもあなたの作品で中で1、2を争うほど好きな作品です。 それ以来、あなたは僕のヒーローになりました。

そのヒーローであるあなたが、たった一人で、台本を脇に抱えて、私に会いにきて下さいました。 大変驚きました。 あなたは私に「映画で出てください」とおっしゃいました。 それまでまったく経験のない私は、無謀にも「私に音楽をやらせてください」と頼みました。 あなたは「いいです。お願いします。」と即答されました。 そこから全てが変わりました。 今日あるのは、大島監督、あなたのおかげです。 一緒にカンヌに行った楽しい日々のことも忘れません。 『御法度』のときに、また懐かしい顔が一同に会したことも忘れられません。

あなたは本当に偉大な映画監督であり、偉大な人間でした。 あなたのような社会を厳しく叱る人間がいなくなり、日本は少しつまらない国になったのかもしれません。 現在の日本という国を見て、あなたはどう思っておられるのでしょうか？

あなたの全てにありがとう。 安らかにお休みください。

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横山ノック お別れ会 献杯の挨拶 上岡龍太郎

ノックさん　あなたは僕の太陽でした あなたの熱と光のおかげで　僕は育ちました あなたの温かさと明るさに包まれて　���きてきました ノックさん　あなたはみんなの太陽でした

あなたが現れるだけで　その場がパッと明るくなりました あなたが笑顔を見せるだけで　みんな心が癒されました

ノックさん　あなたは大きな太陽でした あなたの前に立つと　自分がいかに些細なことにこだわり つまらないことに悩み　とるに足らないことで　人と争っているか 自分自身の小ささを思い知らされました

ノックさん　あなたは今　西の空を真っ赤に染めて 水平線の向こう��沈んで行こうとしています でも　僕の胸の中には今も　真夏の太陽のようなあなたが ギラギラと輝いています

あなたと初めて会った昭和35年　1960年8月5日から 最後となった平成18年　2006年4月4日までの 想い出の数々が、まるで宝石のようにキラキラと胸一杯に詰まっています

六甲のベースキャンプ　ハウスボーイ時代にはサミーと呼ばれ 宝塚新芸座では「みたひさし」と名のり 「あきたけいすけ」から「横山ノック」 漫画トリオになったノックさん

はじめて買ったブルーバードファンシーデラックスが盗まれ セドリックからアルファ・ロメオ　ジュリアスプリントGTヴェローチェ 運転手付きのタッチダートに乗り換えたノックさん

我孫子町から沢ノ町　西宮北口から千里津雲台 桃山台の豪邸から芦屋に移り住んだノックさん

漫才師から参議院議員　大阪府知事から 最後は被告人にまでなったノックさん

相方や車や住まいや肩書はころころと変えたけど 奥さんだけは生涯変えなかったノックさん

血の滴るようなティーボーンステーキが大好き あんころ餅や大福餅といった甘いものが大好きで 何より麻雀が大好きだったノックさん

女性が大好きだったノックさん 料理を作るのがうまかったノックさん 麻雀は下手くそだったノックさん

女性を口説くのが上手かったノックさん お酒は弱かったノックさん 麻雀も弱かったノックさん 女性にも弱かったノックさん

マーロンブランド扮するナポレオンの髪型を真似して ピンカールしていたノックさん

あの頭で10日に一回散髪に行っていたオシャレなノックさん 進駐軍仕込みの英語が堪能だったノックさん そのくせカタカナは苦手だったノックさん

人を笑わせるのに自分は泣き虫で 賑やかなことが好きな寂しがり屋で ありがた迷惑なほど世話焼きで ああ見えて意外に人見知りで 甘えん坊で　頑固で　意地っ張りで　負けず嫌いで 天真爛漫で子供っぽくてかわいくて そしていつでもどんな時でも必ず 僕の味方をしてくれたノックさん

ノックさん 本当にありがとうございました ノックさん 本当にお疲れ様でした そして、ノックさん 本当にさようなら 　 芸人を送るのに、涙は似つかわしくありません どうか、不世出の大ぼけ　横山ノックを 精いっぱいの笑顔と拍手で天国へ送ってやってください

ノックさんに、献杯（けんぱい） ありがとうございました

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天使たちのシーン

海岸を歩く人たちが砂に 遠く長く足跡をつけてゆく 過ぎて行く夏を洗い流す雨が 降るまでの短すぎる瞬間 真珠色の雲が散らばってる空に 誰か放した風船が飛んでゆくよ 駅に立つ僕や人混みの中何人か 見上げては行方を気にしている いつか誰もが花を愛し歌を歌い 返事じゃない言葉を喋りだすのなら 何千回ものなだらかに過ぎた季節が 僕にとてもいとおしく思えてくる

愛すべき生まれて育ってくサークル 君や僕をつないでる穏やかな止まらない法則

大きな音で降り出した夕立ちの中で 子供たちが約束を交わしてる 金色の穂をつけた枯れゆく草が 風の中で吹き飛ばされるのを待ってる 真夜中に流れるラジオからのスティーリー・ダン 遠い町の物語話してる 枯れ落ちた木の間に空がひらけ 遠く近く星が幾つでも見えるよ 宛てもない手紙書き続けてる彼女を 守るように僕はこっそり祈る

愛すべき生まれて育ってくサークル 君や僕をつないでるやかな止まらない法則

冷たい夜を過ごす暖かな火をともそう 暗い道を歩く明るい光をつけよう

毎日のささやかな思いを重ね 本当の言葉をつむいてる僕は 生命の熱をまっすぐに放つように 雪を払いはね上がる枝を見る 太陽が次第に近づいて来てる 横向いて喋りまくる僕たちとか 甲高い声で笑いはじめる彼女の ネッカチーフの鮮やかな朱い色

愛すべき 生まれて育ってくサークル 気まぐれにその大きな手で触れるよ 長い夜をつらぬき回ってくサークル 君や僕をつないでる緩やかな止まらない法則

涙流さぬまま寒い冬を過ごそう 凍えないようにして本当の扉を開けよう Come on!

月は今明けてゆく空に消える 君や僕をつないでる緩やかな止まらない法則 ずっと

神様を信じる強さを僕に 生きることをあきらめてしまわぬように にぎやかな場所でかかりつづける音楽に 僕はずっと耳を傾けている 耳を傾けている耳を傾けている wow wow

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Bullet the Blue Sky / U2

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain See it driving nails Into the souls on the tree of pain From the firefly, a red orange glow See the face of fear Running scared in the valley below

The sky The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue

In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire See them burning crosses See the flames higher and higher

The sky The sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue sky Bullet the blue Bullet the blue

Yeah, alright, hold you See, this guy comes up to me His face red like a rose on a thorn bush Like all the colours of a royal flush And he's peeling off those dollar bills Lapping them down one hundred, two hundred And I can see those fighter planes I can see those fighter planes Across the mud huts where the children sleep Through the valleys and the quiet city streets We take the staircase to the first floor We take the key and slowly unlock the door A man breathes into a saxophone Through the walls we hear the city groan Outside it's America, outside it's America

So I'm back in my hotel room With John Coltrane and a love supreme And in the next room I hear a woman scream out Her lover's turning off, turning on the television And I can't tell the difference between ABC News Hillstreet Blues and a preacher on the Old Time Gospel Hour Stealing money from the sick and the old Well, the God I believe in isn't short of cash, mister I feel a long way from the hills of San Salvador Where the sky is ripped open and the rain pours Through a gaping wound, pelting the women and children Pelting the women and children Run, run in to the arms of America

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#apple #accessibility

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私の世紀末カルテ 東京ドームver.

家に帰るとテレビが無くては生きて行けません

嘘でもいいから刺激が無くては死んでしまいます

こんな時代に手紙を書くのが好きになりました

他人に己れをさらけ出すのが怖くてなりません

闘う事や傷つく事は拒むけど

野暮な慰めにゃホロホロリ

 東京ドームは初めてなんです

皆さんありがとう

こんなに汚れたオヤジの歌でも聴いてくれますか

宇多田ヒカルにしびれる自分を愛しく思ってる

彼女の母の藤圭子も私は好きでした

青春時代を思えば夢は夜開く

知らず知らずうちホロホロリ

 白髪になっても卑猥な言葉で歌い続けます

頭がはげてもズラをかぶってバンドを続けます

おなかの周りに贅肉がついても走り続けます

いつかあそこが勃たなくなってもロックを歌います

誰にも負けない技や取り柄があるじゃなし

他にすることがあるじゃなし

 開演してから長い時間がすでに過ぎました

スタンド、アリーナ立ちっぱなしで疲れていませんか

緑の季節に毎年こうして会えるといいですね

夏や秋や冬にも会えたらもっといいですね

日本中からクルマや電車で来てくれた

友よ歌いましょうご一緒に

 反町みたいな顔して芝居ができたら素敵でしょう

キムタクみたいな顔してサーフィンできたらイカすでしょう

背丈がも少しあったらきっと女にモテたでしょう

顔が世間に知られてなければ夜遊びできたでしょう

生まれてこの方ビジュアル系とは縁がなく

だけど泣かないよホロホロリ

 世間知らず六人男女がここにおれるのも

サザンという名で大きな顔して歌ってられるのも

時代を救ったわけでもないのにここまで来れたのも

それが何故かはわかっちゃいるけどあえて言いません

言葉にならない気持ちをみんなに捧げましょう

ここは東京の空の下

 母さんあなたが歌ってくれた小唄が懐しい

この世に生まれこの世で見たのは時代の流れだけ

未来世紀も人の心はうつろい易いだろう

こんなアジアの片隅なんかにしがみつきながら

もう背伸びをしようなんて言わないが

せめて泣かせてよ

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https://youtu.be/kacy2GEttY4

[saruyama-inuo10]

中島みゆきのオールナイトニッポン

お別れに、この方のはがきを紹介させていただきます。 お名前は、ゆうさん。

みゆきさん、元気ですか。 昨日俺、駅のホームで下りの電車を待っていたら、そばのベンチに座っている女の子が目に入った。 多分、高校生らしいその女の子は、しきりにタバコを吸いながら、人目も気にせず泣いていた。 その子は、定期入れか何かに入っている、みゆきの切り抜きの写真をしっかり握っていたんだよ。 今にも声を上げて泣きそうなその子の無言の涙が、なんだか忘れられない。 ホームに電車が入ってきても乗ろうともしないで、また新しいタバコに火をつけ出す。 思わず俺は、その電車に乗らずに見送ってしまった。 15分くらい後にまた次の電車が来た。 俺は乗った。 その子はまだ座って泣いている。 通りすがる人々の目は、呆れたような冷たい目でその子を見る。 そりゃ、泣いているのなんて、誰もが目障りで迷惑かもしれない。 でも、俺はそんなことじゃないと思ったんだ。 みゆきに言ってもどうしようもないことだけど、でもみゆき、その子はきっと会ったこともない、見たこともない存在のあなたの写真に涙を流していた。 みゆきを支えにしてるんだと感じたんだ。 どんなにその子が泣いても叫んでも気づきっこないのに。 寂しい奴だと思ったよ。

って、いただきました。 ありがとうございます。 このはがきをいただかなかったら、このホームで泣いてた娘のこと、私、知らないでしまったんだね。教えてくれてどうもありがとうございます。 泣いてた女の子が立ち直っていてくれますように。

おかしいんですよね、信じられないでしょうけどね、私、自分の写ってる写真を、本とかそういうので見てね、この人は誰なんだろうと思う時あるんですよ。 中島みゆきさん、タレントさん。この人誰なんだろうなと思って見るときあるんですよ、信じられますかね。 で、笑ってる写真なんか見てね、落ち込んでる時なんか見てね、力つけようなんて思ったりするんですよね。おかしいんですけどね。 頑張ろうね、また来週。

[saruyama-inuo10]

Steven Speilberg on John Williams

The truth is we'll never know, but after making 27 films together across 43 years, I think I could at least try to explain what he does, and it goes something like this.

First, everybody except John makes the movie, thousands of people from all over the world, working together for months, sometimes for years, and then finally we show our work to John, and in fact, I think that's why it's called a work print, and he doesn't begin immediately, in fact, one of the most important steps in the process often goes unnoticed, and it's called the spotting session, and it's when we decide what scenes should have music, and what scenes should not have music, and it sounds simple, but great composers like John know that the power of music also lies in the absence of music. So that would be step one.

Now look at a scene like this. This is the kind of shape our films are in, when we finally show it to John for the first time. Now John watches the movie and he goes back to his house, and he sits alone with a yellow pad and a pencil, and his 100 year old Steinway piano, and he begins to write the violins play these notes exactly this time, and exactly at this tempo the flutes do this, the brass plays here, then the percussion comes in over there, and some of these orchestrations are as complex as Debussy, and has accomplished as Stravinsky. But at last, he hands this gigantic mathematical puzzle to an orchestra of nearly 100 people, and it is during this arranged marriage of image and music that audiences fall in love with these movies.

Now, this footage nobody has ever seen before. This is from 1982 the scoring session for ET, and I'm behind the camera, a super 8 camera doing my best to capture John at work, so here's the man behind the curtain he's scoring the scene where the mom played by Dee Wallace first czt, now this is what I really want to show you, with rough audio and bad focus, because you will hear and you will see the very moment that John waves his baton and creates movie magic, please.

https://youtu.be/tJY5l6I253c

Without John Williams, bikes don't really fly, nor do brooms in Quidditch matches, nor do men and red capes there is no force, dinosaurs do not walk the earth, we do not wonder, we do not weep, we do not believe.

John, you believe belief into every film we have made, you take our movies many of them about our most impossible dreams and through your musical genius, you make them real, and everlasting for billions and billions of people.

So, it is my honor to be up here tonight to say to you my lifelong friend, and my colleague, congratulations!

[saruyama-inuo10]

That's power

Oskar Schindler : Power is when we have every justification to kill, and we don't.

Amon Goeth : You think that's power?

Oskar Schindler : That's what the Emperor said. A man steals something, he's brought in before the Emperor, he throws himself down on the ground. He begs for his life, he knows he's going to die. And the Emperor... pardons him. This worthless man, he lets him go.

Amon Goeth : I think you are drunk.

Oskar Schindler : That's power, Amon. That is power. https://youtu.be/K5lQA3bipHc