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THE BOOK OF TEA ( Cha no Hon )

Okakura Kakuzō

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Just a few things:* If you find yourself moving 13 times across 4 cities in 3 states over a period of less than 3 years, youll notice that your bedroom looks more and more like a Japanese tea room each time.* Monzaemon Chikamatsu is referred to in this text as the Japanese Shakespeare. Will I be seeking this mans work out as soon as possible? Damn right! Pfft...dont threaten me with a good time.* We have an old saying in Japan that a woman cannot love a man who is truly vain, for there is no crevice in his heart for love to enter and fill up. In art vanity is equally fatal to sympathetic feeling, whether on the part of the artist or the public. Where does this philosophy of art and ego leave someone like, say, Salvador Dali or James Brown? Yes, I just used those two names together for the same illustrative purpose.* You know that Churchill quote about being a liberal at twenty and a conservative at forty? Screw that quote. This ones better: Man at ten is an animal, at twenty a lunatic, at thirty a failure, at forty a fraud, and at fifty a criminal.* This book is about art, architecture, philosophy, comparative Eastern spirituality, interior design (yep), meditation, simplicity, life, death, love, hate, desire, debauchery, flower gardening, Eastern/Western relations and perceptions, and, uh...what else? Oh yeah, tea.* Dear children of the world: Tell me, gentle flowers, teardrops of the stars, standing in the garden, nodding your heads to the bees as they sing of the dews and sunbeams, are you aware of the fearful doom that awaits you? Dream on, sway and frolic while you may in the gentle breeze of summer. To-morrow a ruthless hand will close around your throats. You will be wrenched, torn asunder limb by limb, and borne away from your quiet homes. The wretch, she may be passing fair. She may say how lovely you are while her fingers are still moist with your blood...It may even be your lot to be confined in some narrow vessel with only stagnant water to quench the maddening thirst that warns of ebbing life. How lovely is that?* This is a beautiful and informative work. What else do ya need, huh?