It was at the age of fourteen, when I first encountered the poetry of Chuya Nakahara*.
The title was “Donten”(gloomy sky).
Chuya trembled in fear, the black flag in the cloudy sky.
The black flag silently flaps up high, out of reach of anyone to pull it down.
The classical process scraped off and covered up things belonging to the subject matter, melting away the clarity and concreteness of photographs.
What remained on the silver print paper is the afterimage of “Donten”.
*Chuya Nakahara (1907-1937) Japanese poet