Word: kyoto
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Gary Snyder presents an interesting case, interesting perhaps to study in the light of Barber's theories about aggression. Snyder is a charismatic, gleeful, booming-voiced, hyper-energetic Adonis of a man, very sharp-witted, very profound, a long-time student of Zen in Kyoto, and a poet who despite militant political leftism gives the impression of being the best-adjusted man on earth. Yet I don't think he's much of a poet, and I can't help feeling he's perhaps too much of a man, in the sense that Yeats was suggesting (as Barber quotes...
...Evans changed his name, his faith (from Christian to Mohammedan), and the nature of his jazz, turning to such Middle Eastern instruments as the rebab and the arghool. Now he's headed farther east with The Chuen Blues, played on a three-stringed Chinese lute, and Kyoto Blues, on a Taiwan bamboo flute...
...Hosho Noh Troupe of Tokyo, Noh actors, will present a performance of the ancient Japanese dramatic art form at 8 p.m. tonight at Paine Hall. The performance of traditional plays is sponsored by the Cultural Foundation of Boston, the Japan Society of Boston, the Boston-Kyoto Sister Committee and the University's Committee on East Asian Studies...
...women might never have known Katsura Squadron's odd fate had not Mrs. Atsuko Hori, now the wife of an Ozuki businessman, tracked down the pilots and invited them to a reunion. To Kenji Katayama, a mild-mannered Kyoto agricultural official at 43, the invitation brought a "burning nostalgia for those days when I was so pure that I thought nothing of dying for the glory of my nation. All at once I was full of desire for a rendezvous with my past...
...Best Days." Sure enough, the seven pilots flocked to Ozuki. They had no trouble recognizing the girls from Tabe High. Spotting Mrs. Hori, ex-Kamikaze Hideo Kawai cried: "Why, you look exactly the same!" "And you look as handsome as ever," said she. "Banzai!" cheered Kawai, a portly, balding Kyoto milk dealer who obviously could not swing into a fighter cockpit as easily as he once did. Over a lunch of rice, shredded cuttlefish and beer-a traditional Kamikaze last meal -the men and women swapped toasts "to the best days of our lives," promised to meet again next year...