「ブログじゃねんだよここは」「スミマセン」

そうですか。

I don't know Japanese language. Yet it seems good news.

「Here isn't the fuckin' your blog (like this?)」「I'm sorry」

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the translation
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...There is an experience that is called kensho in Japanese language. The experience changes our eyes decisively. Good painters draw the thing what they can see. We kensho-ed people can see the thing in their paintings. Basically kensho had have been philosophers' secret club, especially maybe in West.

There is a comprehensive website about kensho. (wow, 0 tracker)

http://www.lcv.ne.jp/~kohnoshg/site1/mokuji.htm

The writer has pubulished some books too.
Each book was published only 300 copies.
But those books are owned by the National Diet Library. By the way, even the chief curator of the National Musium has not experienced kensho. He run away from exchange of mails with me, by ignoring. I criticized his books and his argument thoroughly logically as a tax payer. Kensho is the basic base to evaluate paintings, if we respect what is called skill.
I like people who say like I like this one, I don't like this one about paintings. It is much healthier than talking about paintings to pretend like a great critic with PhDs. The base is skill. There is no called abstruct athletes. This makes the art world worst. Almost the politics. Participating in some art association. Flattering their master thoroughly, never making him lose face by logical severe criticism. Handing him a something in a envelope every time when a get-together. He might demand to do something from female painters. Anyway, one day finally he says to the painter, "Well, it seems your works got quite better, do you have interest in..."
His works that those are completely unable to understand.
Like you think, this is merely my complaint. In this post, there is no things that you can learn.

I think that Van Goch is the greatest painter. His works are powerful.

Let's see the music world. It seems that Cuba has the National Music School. The school gathers talented kids when maybe they are middle childhood. Then they have very strict lessons. They practice 8-10 hours a day then first-class classic music teachers who came from Europe teach them. They don't have complaint. Playing instruments is their pure pleasure. From Bach to Stravinsky, they practice classic music thoroughly. If they want to learn jazz or some other music, it is refused.
Then if the school judged a student had no much talent, the school withdraws the student. The school doesn't take school expenses from students.
So they can withdraw easy them.
Then those students finally graduate the school. They have horrible technic. From the begginig they have talent, and African blood.
I think that classic players and metal players have good skill. But I cannot dance with their music. And music of some of them already belong to time image. Time image is the modern art's feature. They deform monotonoum rhythm. It makes my body dance free. That is one of the freedoms. How many people would admit their skill?
It is difficult to distinguish those complicated notes.

NHK has bloadcasted a program that covered certain art college students. They were making a statue that was made by cardboard boxes. They should aim to beat Lorenzo Bernini, I think he is the best. or Michelangelo. Even if they know they cannot reach. To keep skill refining is hell. So it is not a thing that anybody can. If you don't think so, make the statue, then flatter them. You might be able to an artist. But kensho has something.
Sometimes I doubt if people who have not lived on the bottom of the society long time can really understand people's suffering. There is quite much possibility if you are in shallows of the system. If you are in a deep of the system, it seems to be almost impossible, it would depend on your nature. Their thought that want to do something justice is... unlimited flame.
Then like Paul Klee says, we have no things to be able to do anymore.

OK, I would play on my professional fields. (^v^)/

...Young hackers, it would seem what the mirror is reflecting is what you have done, right?

I always want to be a mirror. Warm for warm, maliciousness for maliciousness or avoiding or ignoring, equal for equal, if someone looks down on me from upper luxurious steps, I look down on the one as, as some of you guys know, a psychic. Whom is this ancient monkey looking down on? If other one looks up at me, I don't trust the one. The one must have malicious emotions.

You do not have to worry about it, if you consider to be trusted first than grieving that there is no trustworthy guy.
You would find at least one if you do not cheat on your partner. Then one is enough. Don't you think so? Even if he is extremely ugly, the good guy never betray you. He says jokes everyday which you cannot laugh usually. You can trust each other. Then you will encounter many malicious people who try to break your happiness somehow. Because they think they cannot get the happiness stupidly. Someone said about narcissism. I thought it is a fact. One who belittles oneself is the worst. They envy you. That's funny. You are ugly, you are poor, but even the king and queen envy you. So don't cheat on your partner even just once. If you already... I don't know if you can...

So since their maliciousness, to defend your happiness, you have to be tougher, wiser, polite, you have to think well, always, until it becomes your habit, you have to have more experience, always, you would vomit many times, because you have to put yourself in the most hard place, always. You have to control your maybe slight (since you are here) malicious emotions that every one would have always, to be trusted by jolly guys. You should know you have to do your work perfectly, even if you are a casher, one miss might become a fatal matter. You have to be perfect until it becomes your habit. Thank customers. They hand you money. You can live.

I should say "you should... " but if you want to meet the trustful guy, I think there is no other way, at least now. Sadly, we are in the war against that maliciousness. But your children might not need to do such troublesome works.
But they would have other troubles. But it would be somewhat easier jobs, our tasks cannot compare with the ones which was imposed on the people who lived in Japanese or German territory in early 1940's. 諸行無常。
Everything is always changing. You keep changing yourself to ride the flow. Otherwise, you become like just a robot in a factory. A malicious robot. No one trust you. Resist routine to evolve yourself even when you are working, by doing your work perfectly. At least you feel better. Life always evolve normally when they are not chained. Especially when they are improving their skill. Try to put the price tag extremely decently. It requires skill. If you try to master it perfectly, it becomes a never ending story. So raise and decide your compromise line. The skill would help you someday. Keep changing.

Come to Kugenuma-Kaigan if you thought you have nothing to be able to do anymore.
This small beach side town is a magic place. Less malicious people (still there) and there are many jolly (or normal?) guys. Do surfing, or skateboading. You would like it. Rude kids might be punched out, though. But your country must has such place. The place gathers jolly guys. Keep searching the something fun which you can do it eternally. It is your talent. Treat that well. Show your own talent someday.
But you know, I am a terrible liar.
I said here isn't your blog. I'm sorry very much. I have done it.