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Here is a Lafcadio Hearn gem about Japanese customs and traditions destined to survive the inroads of time and Western trends. This masterpiece has the deep azure patina of Fuji-san; it utters the chirping notes of Suzumushi, the caged insect; it is as melodious as Kajika, the singing frog--and is an altogether delightful and entrancing portrayal of a nation's "Exotics and Retrospectives," told by a master storyteller.
Lafcadio Hearn
Lafcadio Hearn, also called Koizumi Yakumo, was best known for his books about Japan. He wrote several collections of Japanese legends and ghost stories, including Kwaidan: Stories and Studies of Strange Things.
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Exotics and Retrospectives - Lafcadio Hearn
Exotics and Retrospectives
EXOTICS AND
RETROSPECTIVES
by LAFCADIO HEARN
CHARLES E. TUTTLE COMPANY
Rutland, Vermont & Tokyo, Japan
Representatives
Continental Europe: BOXERBOOKS, INC., Zurich
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Published by the Charles E. Tuttle Company, Inc.
of Rutland, Vermont & Tokyo, Japan
with editorial offices at
Osaki Shinagawa-ku, Tokyo 141-0032
© 1971, by Charles E. Tuttle Co., Inc.
All rights reserved
Library of Congress Catalog Card No. 72-138069
ISBN: 978-1-4629-1230-8 (ebook)
First edition published 1898 by Little, Brown, and Co., Boston
First Tuttle edition published 1971
info@tuttlepublishing.com
www.tuttlepublishing.com
0293-000236-4615
PRINTED IN JAPAN
TO
DR. C. H. H. HALL,
OF YOKOHAMA,
(LATE U.S. NAVY.)
In Constant Friendship
Table of Contents
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
PUBLISHER'S FOREWORD
EXOTICS:—
FUJI-NO-YAMA
INSECT-MUSICIANS
A QUESTION IN THE ZEN TEXTS
THE LITERATURE OF THE DEAD
FROGS
OF MOON-DESIRE
RETROSPECTIVES:—
FIRST IMPRESSIONS
BEAUTY IS MEMORY
SADNESS IN BEAUTY
PARFUM DE JEUNESSE
AZURE PSYCHOLOGY
A SERENADE
A RED SUNSET
FRISSON
VESPERTINA COGNITIO
THE ETERNAL HAUNTER
List of Illustrations
INSECT CAGES
1. A Form of Insect Cage.
2. Cage for Large Musical Insects.
3. Cage for Small Musical insects.
GATE OF KOBUDERA
TOMB IN KOBUDERA, showing Sotoba
TOMB IN KOBUDERA, sculptured with image of Bodhisattva Mahâsthâma
Illustrations in the Text
KANÉTATAKI (The Bell-Ringer
), natural size
MATSUMUSHI, slightly enlarged
SUZUMUSHI, slightly enlarged
UMAOI, natural size
KIRIGIRISU, natural size
KUSA-HIBARI, natural size
YAMATO-SUZU (Little-Bell of Yamato
), natural size
KIN-HIBARI, natural size
KURO-HIBARI, natural size
EMMA-KŌROGI, natural size
EMMA-KŌROGI
KUTSUWAMUSHI, natural size
KANTAN, natural size
Publisher's Foreword
LAFCADIO HEARN is almost as Japanese as haiku. Both are an art form, an institution in Japan. Haiku is indigenous to the nation; Hearn became a Japanese citizen and married a Japanese, taking the name Yokumo Koizumi. His flight from Western materialism brought him to Japan in 1890. His search for beauty and tranquility, for pleasing customs and lasting values, kept him there the rest of his life, a confirmed Japanophile. He became the great interpreter of things Japanese to the West. His keen intellect, poetic imagination and wonderfully clear style permitted him to penetrate to the very essence of things Japanese.
A Japanese proverb states: Only because of having died, does one enter into life.
It could be stated unequivocally that only because Hearn entered so fully into Japanese life, became so immersed in its customs and ways, was he able to write so expertly, joyously, and understandingly about the Japanese. Japan was Hearn's cup of tea, as Exotics and Retrospectives so ably illustrates.
ALL but one of the papers composing this volume appear for the first time. The little essays, or rather fantasies, forming the second part of the book, deal with experiences in two hemispheres; but their general title should explain why they have been arranged independently of that fact. To any really scientific imagination, the curious analogy existing between certain teachings of evolutional psychology and certain teachings of Eastern faith, —particularly the Buddhist doctrine that all sense-life is Karma, and all substance only the phenomenal result of acts and thoughts, — might have suggested something much more significant than my cluster of Retrospectives. These are offered merely as intimations of a truth incomparably less difficult to recognize than to define.
L. H.
TŌKYŌ, JAPAN,
February 15, 1898.
Exotics
—Even the worst tea Is sweet when first made from the new leaf.
—Japanese proverb.
Exotics and Retrospectives
Fuji-no-Yama
Kité miréba,
Sahodo madé nashi,
Fuji no Yama!
Seen on dose approach, the mountain of Fuji does not come up to expectation. —Japanese proverbial philosophy.
THE most beautiful sight in Japan, and certainly one of the most beautiful in the world, is the distant apparition of Fuji on cloudless days, — more especially days of spring and autumn, when the greater part of the peak is covered with late or with early snows. You can seldom distinguish the snowless base, which remains the same color as the sky: you perceive only the white cone seeming to hang in heaven; and the Japanese comparison of its shape to an inverted half-open fan is made wonderfully exact by the fine streaks that spread downward from the notched top, like shadows of fan-ribs. Even lighter than a fan the vision appears, — rather the ghost or dream of a fan; — yet the material reality a hundred miles away is grandiose among the mountains of the globe. Rising to a height of nearly 12,500 feet, Fuji is visible from thirteen provinces of the Empire. Nevertheless it is one of the easiest of lofty mountains to climb; and for a thousand years it has been scaled every summer by multitudes of pilgrims. For it is not only a sacred mountain, but the most sacred mountain of Japan, — the holiest eminence of the land that is called Divine, — the Supreme Altar of the Sun; — and to ascend it at least once in a life-time is the duty of all who reverence the ancient gods. So from every district of the Empire pilgrims annually wend their way to Fuji; and in nearly all the provinces there are pilgrim-societies — Fuji-Kō, — organized for the purpose of aiding those desiring to visit the sacred peak, If this act of faith cannot be performed by everybody in person, it can at least be performed by proxy. Any hamlet, however remote, can occasionally send one representative to pray before the shrine of the divinity of Fuji, and to salute the rising sun from that sublime eminence. Thus a single company of Fuji-pilgrims may be composed of men from a hundred different settlements.
By both of the national religions Fuji is held in reverence. The Shinto deity of Fuji is the beautiful goddess Ko-no-hana-saku-ya-himé, — she who brought forth her children in fire without pain, and whose name signifies Radiant-bloom-ing-as-the-flowers-of-the-trees,
or, according to some commentators, Causing-the-flowers-to-blossom-brightly.
On the summit is her temple; and in ancient books it is recorded that mortal eyes have beheld her hovering, like a luminous cloud, above the verge of the crater. Her viewless servants watch and wait by the precipices to hurí down whomsoever presumes to approach her shrine with unpurified heart. . . . Buddhism loves the grand peak because its form is like the white bud of the Sacred Flower, — and because the eight cusps of its top, like the eight petals of the Lotos, symbolize the Eight intelligences of Perception, Purpose, Speech, Conduct, Living, Effort, Mindfulness, and Contemplation.
But the legends and traditions about Fuji, the stories of its rising out of the earth in a single night, — of the shower of pierced-jewels once flung down from it, — of the first temple built upon its summit eleven hundred years ago, — of the Luminous Maiden that lured to the crater an Emperor who was never seen afterward, but is still worshipped at a little shrine erected on the place of his vanishing, — of the sand that daily rolled down by pilgrim feet nightly reascends to its former position, — have not all these things been written in books? There is really very little left for me to tell about Fuji except my own experience of climbing it.
I made the ascent by way of Gotemba, — the least picturesque, but perhaps also the least difficult of the six or seven routes open to choice. Gotemba is a little village chiefly consisting of pilgrim-inns. You reach it from Tokyo in about three hours by the Tōkaidō railway, which rises for miles as it approaches the neighborhood of the mighty volcano. Gotemba is considerably more than two thousand feet above the sea, and therefore comparatively cool in the hottest season. The open country about it slopes to Fuji; but the slope is so gradual that the table-land seems almost level to the eye. From Gotemba in perfectly clear weather the mountain looks uncomfortably near, — formidable by proximity, — though actually miles away. During the rainy season it may appear and disappear alternately many times in one day, — like an enormous spectre. But on the grey August morning when I entered Gotemba as a pilgrim, the landscape was muffled in vapors; and Fuji was totally invisible. I arrived too late to attempt the ascent on the same day; but I made my preparations at once for the day following, and engaged a couple of gōriki (strong-pull men
), or experienced guides. I felt quite secure on seeing their broad honest faces and sturdy bearing. They supplied me with a pilgrim-staff, heavy blue tahi (that is to say, cleft-stockings, to be used with sandals), a straw hat shaped like Fuji, and the rest of a pilgrim's outfit; — telling me to be ready to start with them at four o'clock in the morning.
What is hereafter set down consists of notes taken on the journey, but afterwards amended and expanded, — for notes made while climbing are necessarily hurried and imperfect.
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August 24th, 1897.
From strings stretched above the balcony upon which my inn-room opens, hundreds of towels are hung like flags, — blue towels and white, having printed upon them in Chinese characters the names of pilgrim-companies and of the divinity of Fuji. These are gifts to the house, and serve as advertisements. . . . Raining from a uniformly grey sky. Fuji always invisible.
August 25th.
3:30 a.m. — No sleep; — tumult all night of parties returning late from the mountain, or arriving for the pilgrimage; — constant clapping of hands to summon servants; — banqueting and singing in the adjoining chambers, with alarming bursts of laughter every few minutes. . . . Breakfast of soup, fish, and rice. Gōriki arrive in professional costume, and find me ready. Nevertheless they insist that I shall undress again and put on heavy underclothing; — warning me that even when it is Doyō (the period of greatest summer heat) at the foot of the mountain, it is Daikan (the period of greatest winter cold) at the top. Then they start in advance, carrying provisions and bundles of heavy clothing. . . . A kuruma waits for me, with three runners, — two to pull, and one to push, as the work will be hard uphill. By kuruma I can go to the height of five thousand feet.
Morning black and slightly chill, with fine rain; but I shall soon be above the rain-clouds. . . . The lights of the town vanish behind us; — the kuruma is rolling along a country-road. Outside of the swinging penumbra made by the paper-lantern of the foremost runner, nothing is clearly visible; but I can vaguely distinguish silhouettes of trees and, from time to time, of houses, — peasants' houses with steep roofs.
Grey wan light slowly suffuses the moist air; — day is dawning through drizzle. . . . Gradually the landscape defines with its colors. The way lies through thin woods. Occasionally we pass houses with high thatched roofs that look like farmhouses; but cultivated land is nowhere visible. . . .
Open country with scattered clumps of trees, — larch and pine. Nothing in the horizon but scraggy tree-tops above what seems to be the rim of a vast down. No sign whatever of Fuji. . . . For the first time I notice that the road is black, — black sand and cinders apparently, volcanic cinders: the wheels of the kuruma and the feet of the runners sink into it with a crunching sound.
The rain has stopped, and the sky becomes a clearer grey. . . . The trees decrease in size and number as we advance.
What I have been taking for the horizon, in front of us, suddenly breaks open, and begins to roll smokily away to left and right. In the great rift part of a dark-blue mass appears, — a portion of Fuji. Almost at the same moment the sun pierces the clouds behind us; but the road now enters a copse covering the base of a low ridge, and the view is cut off. . . . Halt at a little house among the trees, — a pilgrims' resting-place, — and there find the gōriki, who have advanced much more rapidly than my runners, waiting for us. Buy eggs, which a gōriki rolls up in a narrow strip of straw matting; — tying the matting tightly with straw cord between the eggs, — so that the string of eggs has somewhat the appearance of a string of sausages. . . . Hire a horse.
Sky clears as we proceed; — white sunlight floods everything. Road reascends; and we emerge again on the moorland. And, right in front, Fuji appears, — naked to the summit, — stupendous, — startling as if newly risen from the earth. Nothing could be more beautiful. A vast blue cone, — warm-blue, almost violet through the vapors not yet lifted by the sun, — with two white streaklets near the top which are great gullies full of snow, though they look from here scarcely an inch long. But the charm of the apparition is much less the charm of color than of symmetry, — a symmetry of beautiful bending lines with a curve like the curve of a cable stretched over a space too wide to allow of pulling taut. (This comparison did not at once suggest itself: The first impression given me by the grace of those lines was an impression of femininity; — I found myself thinking of some exquisite sloping of shoulders towards the neck.) I can imagine nothing more difficult to draw at sight. But the Japanese artist, through his marvellous skill with the writing-brush, — the skill inherited from generations of calligraphists, — easily faces the riddle: he outlines the silhouette with two flowing strokes made in the fraction of a second, and manages to hit the exact truth of the curves, — much as a professional archer might hit a mark, without consciously taking aim, through long exact habit of hand and eye.
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