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ANGO SAKAGUCHI
I Wantto Be Holding theSea
A man who always passes through the gates of Hell despite having set out for
Heaven-that is me. I was a self-indulgent man, a man in whom the will to go to
Heaven could not be abandoned even when departing for the gates of Hell. I had
never been the least bit terrified by Hell and had laughed about it like an idiot. Still,
I couldn't help longing for the kingdom of God. I'd imagine that my defeat would
come, and it would be absolute-I'd be so beaten I'd be unable to utter a single
word. I'd simply slip and lose my footing and tumble straightdown on the ground.
You could say I was cunning because I hadn't forgotten the existence of God
behind the Devil and lived my life with the Devil behind God. I believed that soon
both God and the Devil would get their revenge on me, but I had lived this stupid
life for how many years.Yes, it was stupid enough, but I had managed to live like this
for decades, so I would not be defeated without putting up some resistance. When
the end comes, I'll take on the Devil and God together. I'll fight them until my
sword breaks and all my arrows are gone. I've lived my life imagining such a pathetic
end, knowing how self-indulgent it was, yet I'd never forgotten that there would bea time when I'd be pushed down, when my flesh would be stripped awayand all myhairpulled out, my soul laid bare.
The clever will say that all this is just so much cunning and that saying "I'm a bad
person" is more dishonest than saying "I'm a good person." I quite agree. Anyway,
saywhat you like, I've never believed a word I've said my entire life, either.
Lately, I have come to feel an occasional calm, believing that neither God nor the
Devil would knock me down or strip me bare. One day,the thought occurred to me
that I might even be able to live my life without difficulty.It was a woman who gave me this comfort. She thought too highly of herself,was
not very clever, and had no concept of morals. In fact, I did not love her in the least,
except for one thing: I loved her flesh. Only.
Yes, she had no concept of morals whatsoever. When she got upset, she would ride
off on her bicycle, and after a while, she would return bleeding, her knees skinned or
armsscraped. Being brash and unpredictable,she would crash into things or fall over
easily. I could figure out why she was bleeding, but I could not tell where or with
whom she made love-probably as violently as she shed blood. I couldn't tell, but I
could imagine it well and it was a fact.Once she had been a prostitute. Then she had run a bar. Now she lived with me.
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But I had no morals either, so at first I thought we'd live together as a game we
could play for a short time. But because of her past, she had become frigid;her flesh
felt nothing.I could not understandwhy this woman, whose flesh experienced not the least bit
of pleasure, could not stop playing games of the flesh. I might have understood had
there been somespiritualreason,
but because she had noconcept
ofspiritual
love at
all, her faithlessness was simply a way of toying with her frigid flesh.
"Whydo you waste your body like that?"
"Because I was a prostitute," she said darkly.
Always, after a while, she wanted to kiss me. I touched her cheek, and I felt her
tears. But the tears of a woman only bother me. I don't reallyfeel anything for them.
"But isn't it odd . . you are frigid, yet you still .. . " As I spoke, she clung to me
as if she wished to rob me of my words.
"Don't be cruel to me. Please forgive me. I am this way because of my past."She wanted to kiss me, wanted me to touch her. She cried out and clung to me in
a frenzy. But her excitement was only the violence of emotion; not even then could
she truly feel any pleasure.
My mind looked upon her coolly and callously observed her empty passion. Sud-
denly, her eyes opened wide: eyes full of hatred-a hatred like fire.
But strangely,I came to love her impure flesh, to have a dreamy attachment to it
that was bereft of truth. I felt my cold passion reflected in her flesh. When holding
her, I sometimes felt as if it were not her flesh I was holding but water in the shape of
her flesh.
"You know, I'm a freak. I don't care how my life will turn out," she said. After
making love, she was often full of self-contempt.Her flesh was so beautiful. Her arms, legs, breasts,waist-these at first appeared
thin, but they had such a fresh and sensual beauty that I was never bored looking at
them. And she knew that what I loved was her flesh.
Sometimes she resisted my caresses, but how she felt did not affect me. I passed
many hours toying idly with her body and gazing at its beauty.She often did nothingor else she laughed, got angry,or hated me.
"Pleasestop hating me. Can't you just lie there" I asked.
"Yourtouch upsets me."
"I don't understand. Are you human afterall, then?""What?What do you think I am?"
I didn't answer, because I knew that when I flattered her, she became haughty.
Sometimes, I would feel like a lake surrounded by deep woods in the mountains.
Holding something cold, beautiful, and empty, I felt, along with my dissatisfiedlust,a bitter grief.
Though I was sometimes dissatisfied,her flesh mysteriouslyseemed pure to me. I
could feel a childish pleasure, as if my lustful soul had been quietly forgiven by her
empty flesh. But I was still hurt that such empty and pure flesh couldn't stop having
brutal, possessed love affairs.I hated her lascivious blood. Still, I had to admit that itwas in this very blood that I sometimes felt purified.
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"You're right. You're a little smarter than the average person, aren't you? You
understandthe true nature of a couple after all."
My desire for her became more and more fierce after that, and her flesh seemed to
become more and more translucent. This was because she couldn't feel any pleasure.
Inmy passion,
I sometimes becameenraged
or hated and loved her much more than
before. But only I felt passion. She didn't respond at all. Still, I loved the solitude
that I experienced when holding this empty shadow.
I wished that she had been dumb, a mannequin, an infinite shadow picture blind
and dumb-one that corresponded only to my lust. With this wish, I suddenly real-
ized the true nature of my pleasure. I knew then that it was to be a bird and fly in the
sky,to be a fish and swim to the bottom of a lake, to be an animal and run free in a
field.
My true pleasure was not to love or to satisfy my sexual desire. What I always
wanted was to be possessed by love and bored by it at the same time, to be possessed
by my sexual appetite and simultaneouslyto detest it.
When I discovered that my sexual appetite was not my true pleasure, I wondered
if I should be glad about, grieve over, believe, or doubt this discovery.But to be a bird and fly in the sky,to be a fish and swim to the bottom of a lake, to
be an animal and run free in a field-what did that mean? It was simply a lie, a poorexcuse that disgusted me. I knew then that what I really sought was solitude.
I came to feel sure that her flesh would become completely translucent and that I
would then be filled with a solitary lust.
She liked to cook-that was why she wanted to eat good food. She liked cleaning our
room, too. In the summer she often poured water into the washbowl and leaned
against the wall, dipping her feet into the bowl. Or when I was going to sleep, she
gently placed a cold towel on my forehead. It was not something she ordinarilydid
due to her whimsy, but I loved her caprices.Her beautiful figure changed with her moods: as she cleaned the table, rested her
cheek on her hand, or leaned on the wall while dipping her feet into a washbowl of
water; as she, odd figure of a soul, gently placed a cold towel on my forehead in the
complete darkness when I was going to sleep. Things like that alwaysmade me stop
whatever I was doing at the time.The fact that my attachment to her was limited to these things brought occasional
satisfaction and occasional sadness.Yes, the spirit that is satisfiedis alwayssmall. It is
small and sad.
She liked fruit. She used to put whatever fruit was in season on a plate to give me
the impression she had been eating it. The way she ate made me hungry, but it also
gave me a lightness and reduced my greed. This clearlyreflected her frivolous charac-
ter while impressingme as beautiful.
I came to the realization that if she were to be impure no longer, she would be
boring to me: her beauty depended on her impurity.All of her beauty was capriciousbeauty.
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She was afraidof her immorality.I was much less afraid of mine, simply because I
didn't devote myself to as many indiscretions as she did.
"I'm a bad woman," she said.
"Do you think so?" I asked.
"I want to be a good woman."
"What's agood
woman?"
Anger appeared in her face. She seemed to be about to cry. "What do you really
think?Do you hate me? Do you want to leave me and marrya regularwoman?"
"Do you reallythink I feel that way?""Tellme what you reallythink!"
"I don't want to marrya regularwoman. That's all."
"You'rea liar!"
The problem was not whether or not to marrya regularwoman. The problem was
that I had a lingering attachment to this woman's flesh.
I knew why she couldn't leave me: because other men wouldn't allow their lovers to
be unfaithful and couldn't be as accepting of it as I could. Besides, no one loved her
flesh as much as I did.
I couldn't help doubting whether my soul, which took a secret pleasure in her
frigid flesh, was deformed. I wondered if my soul itself, befitting her flesh, was
deformed, abnormal, and sick. But I could not be as courageous as Kankibutsu,a
disciple of the Buddha who transcendedall earthlydesires by trusting his fate to a life
realized through lust. I couldn't help but hate a lust that was both illusory and tran-
scendent.
Her inabilityto get any pleasure through her flesh-in this I found my birthplace.
Emptiness devoid of any satisfaction could alwayscleanse my soul. I could indulge in
my sexual pleasure simply because nothing corresponded to it. This cleanness and
solitude made her legs, arms, and waist more beautiful to me than ever.
Thus, I came to see that I would not need to look for happiness anymore! I
could take pleasure in looking for misfortune! A long time ago, when I had
doubted that happiness existed and grieved over its lack, I still had not been able to
refrain from longing for it. At last, I felt I was finally able to break away from this
longing.
I would begin to seek misfortune and agony and no longer yearn for happiness.
Happiness could not offer the soul any true consolation. No one should want to be
happy,even for an instant, because the human soul will alwaysbe solitary.With great
excitement, I began to think about attaining such an unpragmaticgoal.But when it came right down to it, I didn't know what misfortune or agony really
was. Furthermore, I didn't know what happiness was either. However, I was con-
vinced that my soul could not be satisfiedby anything else, so I simplified my goal: I
would not want to satisfymy soul.
Still, I loved women's bodies the same as ever-like a dog. I was no better than a
leech. I alwaysasked myself, Why is everything so boring?What an unbearableemp-tiness there was!
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One day I took her to a hot spring.
The sea was raging at the beach. She took off her shoes, and barefoot, she picked
up a shell, then flung it into the water the instant the waves subsided. She was bold
and agile. She seemed to know the rhythm of the sea and moved freely,as if she were
conquering it. Struck by her freshness, I gazed at her figure, which unexpectedly
revealed a beauty I had not known before. Then suddenly, I saw a wave many times
taller than I rise up and she was washed away, her figure swallowed up. At that
instant, I saw a swell so dark and big it seemed to conceal the sea and half the sky.
Something inside me cried.
But it was a momentary illusion: the skyinstantlyrecovered its blueness, and I saw
her running along the beach, taking aim with a shell at the waves the instant they
subsided-just as before. Though I was still possessed by my beautiful illusion and
couldn't come out of it, I didn't want her figure to disappear.I gave myself over to
my desire to love her flesh, and I wanted her never to disappear.
Yet I was also startled by the enormity of the sea's pleasure, which hid the
woman's figure in its crest, rising suddenly from a deep and dark-greenhollow that
looked like the bottom of a ravine. I saw in it softer flesh, one even more merciless
and unresponsivethan hers. It was a flesh called "the sea."
What total and magnificent pleasure!I thought.I wanted my lust to be swallowed up in the sea's darkundulations.
I wanted to be thrown into those very waves and to sink in them. I wanted to sat-
isfy my lust by holding the sea.
I saw then how small my lust reallywas.
TRANSLATED BY SHOGO OKETANI
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