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| 菫（すみれ）が咲きました |
今年は雨が少ない始まりだったので心配していたのですが、3月半ば位から春を運ぶ風の後、紫色の小雨が続き、桜も例年より揃って開いているそうです。
数年前、誰にも言わないでいる素晴らしいサイト様があり、山野草や野の花の苗を取り扱っている通販をやっていました。
文章も巧みで其のような端正な文章を書ける上に、誰もが知りたい日本の風物詩を彩る美しくグッドデザインな漢字を持つ植物にまで詳しい、恐らく多くのインターネッターから尊敬されていた其の方を、O.先生にお見せしようと思って久しぶりに開いたら、狂ったような黄色がベタ塗りされ、どうも運営をどこかの企業にお渡しされてしまったようでした。
暫くして、ふと菫（すみれ）を種から育ててみたくなり、蓮華（れんげ）と一緒にアマゾンで購入し、冬を越して気品溢れる姿を出してくれました。
私の想像の中では先の運営者は、恐らく新聞記者の経験がお有りなのだろうと思う程、その筆は八雲立つ霧の国の現在に古（いにしえ）の面影を偲ばせた、細い輪郭の暑さを好まない楚々とした花のような、簡潔で私心など微塵も見せない厳しさと知の律然が在りました。
今頃何方で如何過ごされているのか分かりようもありませんが、インターネットのアマチュアイズムの中に此のような奇蹟的な筆者が居るのが、日本のインターネット界隈の愉しみでも在ります。
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| 蓮華（れんげ） |
私は此のようなドライでポップという自分のスタイルをとても気に入っていますが、巧みな方が気品や馥郁（ふくいく）を見せると、何かヘイトの対象になってしまうのでしょうか？
昔、噂で小林秀雄の使う綺麗で学問を保つ人間の言葉遣いを、揶揄い目的で真似した馬鹿達が居たと聞いた事があります。
何が面白いんでしょうか？
私はこういう人達がファッキン大嫌いです。
小林秀雄は毅然と使い続けたそうです。
詳しくは知りませんが、私はあの言葉はエレガンスでもあり勇壮でもあり、そして静かな闘志や情熱を持つ、礼儀の言葉だと思います。
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山下達郎の名曲に"いつか（SomeDay）"という楽曲が在ります。
私は此の楽曲を、子供の時NHKFMラジオプログラムで初めて聴いて以来、春が始まった街から一年中、いつも聴いているような気がします。
ひょっとして "いつか（SomeDay）" は、"いつも（Always）" なのかもしれません。
傍に"いつか"が居るのが、"いつも"という状態なのかもしれません。
実は数年前、こういった思考にまつわる独自の考えを書くかどうか、とても迷っていました。
私は哲学科も出ていないし、専門の本もそんなに読んでいません。
けれど静かに暮している日々に、ぼんやりと胸の底で色や温度で考えて居ることは、ネットにあっても善いのではないか、とずっと考えていました。
その "いつも（Always）" 私が携えて居続けるものは、その全部が "いつか（SomeDay）" に届く、と知って居たように思います。
タイムマシンに乗らなくても、木を見上げる窓から瞬時に、菫（すみれ）が開き、水晶の線が街に落つ得る（おつうる）小さな窓を見ることが出来るんですよね。
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岩崎宏美さんの歌唱に「菫色の涙（すみれいろのなみだ）」という楽曲があって、私はその美しさは此の象（かたち）だったのだと、小さな子供の頃に耳にした涙が未来の窓辺で姿を現し、そのダイナミズムに深く感嘆しました。
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| ヴィオラ |
2025年末の紅白歌合戦の時、岩崎宏美さんは素敵で繊細だけれどゴージャスなドレスを着て「聖母達のララバイ」を唄われていました。
その前のインタビューで岩崎宏美さんは「当日着るドレスのことで頭が一杯」とお茶目なコメントを出されていて、どうして現在の日本のシンガー達はドレスを着なくなったのだろう？ とがっかりしていたので、とても嬉しくって岩崎宏美さんのドレスと松田聖子さんの素晴らしいドレスに、今でも胸震わせています。
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私はもう差し上げたのですが、人付き合いが下手なので、早稲田イズムをお持ちの方に「宜しければお持ち下さい」と差し上げたいな、と此れから思うことにしています。
いつか（someday) / 山下達郎
20260328 14:11 文章を直しました。
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| The violets have bloomed |
I was worried because we had such a dry start to the year, but around mid-March, after the winds that herald spring arrived, we’ve had a steady drizzle, and I hear the cherry blossoms are blooming more uniformly than usual.
A few years ago, there was a wonderful website I kept to myself—an online shop that sold seedlings of mountain wildflowers and field flowers.
The writing was skillful—not only could they compose such elegant prose, but they were also knowledgeable about plants with beautiful, well-designed kanji characters that embody the Japanese seasonal scenery everyone wants to know about.
I thought I’d show this person, who was likely respected by many internet users, to Professor O., so I opened the site for the first time in a while. However, it had been completely painted over in a garish yellow, and it seemed the site’s operation had been handed over to some company.
A while later, I suddenly felt like growing violets from seed, so I bought them along with red clover on Amazon. They survived the winter and emerged with an air of elegance.
In my imagination, the previous site administrator—whose writing style evoked the ancient spirit of the “Land of Mist and Rising Clouds” in the present day, as if they had experience as a newspaper reporter—possessed a simplicity and intellectual rigor devoid of even a shred of self-interest, much like a delicate, heat-averse flower with slender contours.
I have no idea where they are or how they are faring now, but the fact that such a miraculous writer exists amidst the amateurism of the internet is one of the joys of the Japanese online community.
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| Lotus (Renge) |
Lately, I’ve been feeling dissatisfied with the internet, which seems to have a tendency to downplay skillful writing.
I’m very fond of my own style—dry and pop—but does that mean if someone with a more refined style displays elegance or sophistication, they somehow become a target of hate?
I once heard a rumor that there were idiots who mimicked Hideo Kobayashi’s elegant, scholarly way of speaking just to mock him.
What’s so funny about that?
I fucking hate people like that.
Apparently, Hideo Kobayashi continued to use that style resolutely.
I don’t know the details, but I believe that language is both elegant and heroic, and that it embodies a polite expression of quiet fighting spirit and passion.
I’m very fond of my own style—dry and pop—but does that mean if someone with a more refined style displays elegance or sophistication, they somehow become a target of hate?
I once heard a rumor that there were idiots who mimicked Hideo Kobayashi’s elegant, scholarly way of speaking just to mock him.
What’s so funny about that?
I fucking hate people like that.
Apparently, Hideo Kobayashi continued to use that style resolutely.
I don’t know the details, but I believe that language is both elegant and heroic, and that it embodies a polite expression of quiet fighting spirit and passion.
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There is a famous song by Tatsuro Yamashita called “Itsuka (SomeDay).”
Ever since I first heard this song on an NHK FM radio program as a child, I feel as though I’ve been listening to it all year round, from the moment spring arrives in the city.
Perhaps “Itsuka (SomeDay)” is actually “Itsumo (Always).”
Perhaps having “Itsuka” by my side is what it means to be in a state of “Itsumo.”
Actually, a few years ago, I was very torn about whether or not to write down my own thoughts on this subject.
I didn’t major in philosophy, and I haven’t read that many specialized books on the subject.
But I’ve long thought that the things I vaguely ponder deep in my heart—in terms of colors and temperatures—during my quiet, everyday life might be worth sharing online.
I think I knew that all of that “Always”—what I continue to carry with me—would eventually reach “SomeDay.”
Even without a time machine, from the window where I look up at the trees, I can see a small window where violets bloom and crystal-clear rays of light fall upon the city in an instant.
Ever since I first heard this song on an NHK FM radio program as a child, I feel as though I’ve been listening to it all year round, from the moment spring arrives in the city.
Perhaps “Itsuka (SomeDay)” is actually “Itsumo (Always).”
Perhaps having “Itsuka” by my side is what it means to be in a state of “Itsumo.”
Actually, a few years ago, I was very torn about whether or not to write down my own thoughts on this subject.
I didn’t major in philosophy, and I haven’t read that many specialized books on the subject.
But I’ve long thought that the things I vaguely ponder deep in my heart—in terms of colors and temperatures—during my quiet, everyday life might be worth sharing online.
I think I knew that all of that “Always”—what I continue to carry with me—would eventually reach “SomeDay.”
Even without a time machine, from the window where I look up at the trees, I can see a small window where violets bloom and crystal-clear rays of light fall upon the city in an instant.
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There is a song by Hiromi Iwasaki called “Violet-Colored Tears,” and I realized that this was the very embodiment of its beauty. The tears I had heard about as a small child reappeared at my window in the future, and I was deeply moved by their dynamism.
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During the 2025 NHK TEAM BATTLE,RED ✖️ WHITE, Hiromi Iwasaki performed “Lullaby of the Holy Mothers” while wearing a beautiful, delicate yet glamorous dress.
In an interview leading up to the show, Hiromi Iwasaki playfully remarked, “My mind is completely occupied with the dress I’ll be wearing that day.
” Since I had been feeling disappointed, wondering why today’s Japanese singers no longer wear dresses, I was overjoyed to see Hiromi Iwasaki’s dress and Seiko Matsuda’s stunning gown—and even now, my heart still flutters at the memory.
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I’ve already given mine away, but since I’m not very good at socializing, I’ve decided that from now on, I’d like to offer them to someone who embodies the Waseda spirit, saying, “Please take them if you’d like.”
Someday / Tatsuro Yamashita
From the album “RIDE ON TIME”
https://amzn.asia/d/03ozrfs0
20260328 14:11 Revised the text.
