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Unformatted text preview: I set eyes on the temple that day [of surrender], I
could feel that “our” relationship had already undergone a change. When it
came to such things as the shock of defeat or national grief, the Golden
Temple was in its element; at such times it was transcendent, or at least pretended to be transcendent. Until today, the Golden Temple had not been like
this. Without doubt the fact that it had in the end escaped being burned
down in an air raid and was now out of danger had served to restore its earlier
expression, an expression that said: “I have been here since olden times and I
shall remain here forever.” . . .
The most peculiar thing was that of all the various times when the Golden
Temple had shown me its beauty, this time was the most beautiful of all.
Never had the temple displayed so hard a beauty—a beauty that transcended
my own image, yes, that transcended the entire world of reality, a beauty that
bore no relation to any form of evanescence! Never before had its beauty
shone like this, rejecting every sort of meaning.
It is no exaggeration to say that, as I gazed at the temple, my legs trembled
and my forehead was covered with cold beads of perspiration. On a former
occasion when I had returned to the country after seeing the temple, its various parts and its whole structure had resounded with a sort of musical harmony. But what I heard this time was complete silence, complete noiselessness. Nothing flowed there, nothing changed. The Golden Temple stood
before me, towered before me, like some terrifying pause in a piece of music,
like some resonant silence.
“The bond between the Golden Temple and myself has been cut,” I
thought. “Now my vision that the Golden Temple and I were living in the
same world has broken down. Now I shall return to my previous condition,
but it will be even more hopeless than before. A condition in which I exist on
one side and beauty on the other. A condition that will never improve so long
as this world endures.”52 Thus Mizoguchi embarks on the line of thinking that leads to the conclusion that he must destroy the Golden Pavilion in order to live. In this
application of Mishima’s aesthetic, it is the Golde...
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This note was uploaded on 02/08/2013 for the course ANTH 142 taught by Professor Hans during the Spring '13 term at The University of British Columbia.
- Spring '13