A session with Rikyu

No more Dear Marjorie, as you have returned, and brought with you a memory of Japan and what is to come.  As in the film we just saw, the end of something is the beginning of something else, yes?

Rikyu, when it first played in the cinema in 1990, was something that I had wanted to see, but for some reason or another, I was unable to.  When it was finally released on DVD, I guess that my interest in it had waned- or, was clouded over by non-essential things that have long been discarded or even forgotten.  But, over the years, I have tried unsuccessfully to find a copy, as it was out of print, and the library's sole copy was stolen by some degenerate.  Luckily, I was able to finally lay my hands on a version, which occupied the space of some time last evening.

After viewing it, I thought of the many years that had passed- again, I know this is a common thought of mine, but seriously I wished (of course, it does not matter one way or the other) that I had seen it that many years ago, in my early years at the university, especially when I was immersed in the study of political science- which I have and have not abandoned, depending on how one looks at it.

There is an inherent aesthetics in power as well as a power in aesthetics, and which of the two shines more brightly is a matter that can be weighed over a cup of tea.