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Artist, Poet------- Bun Onoe is a poet & artist living in Tokyo, Japan. His greatest concern is in "Poetry Reading", and has created new styles of "Poetry Reading" ever since his debut in 1988. He has published 2 books, and recorded 2 solo albums of Poetry Reading. Bun is also member of talk-rap group "Boy Meets Girl"(composer&guitarist, Shinobu imai + Bun with his poems & vocal). The group was discovered from Ryuichi Sakamoto's Radio show, where their song won First Prize. Bun also performs in "Poetry Reading Live Events" around Tokyo with poets such as Masato Tomobe, Shuntaro Tanikawa, and many other Japanese poets. --------------------------
Discography & Books
Talk Rap Group
Boy Meets Girl
Bun Onoe (poetry), Shinobu Imai (compose)
Mini Albums
"Boy Meets Girl 1" (Midi Records)
"Boy Meets Girl 2"(Midi Records)
"Boy Meets Girl 3" (Midi Records)
Best Selection Album (Twin CD)
"Boy Meets Girl : All Story Music" (Midi Records)
"Boy Meets Girl : Home Grown" (Midi Records)
4th Original Album "Sure, So Which Language Do You Prefer?" (Midi Records)
5th Original Album "Children-Scissors" (Midi Records)
Bun Onoe Solo Work
Poetry Reading CD
Debut Mini Album"They're All Coming Back" (Kitty Records)
Bun Onoe Solo Album "Cubissts Of A Family Restaurant" (Midi Records)
Bun Onoe Poetry Book
"Zebra Man Life Sketch" (Kadokawa Publishing Co.)
"We Go Searching For A Rest" (Shichosha Publishing Co.)
Short Stories
The Gift From The Iguana (Kadokawa magazine)
Answering Machiine (Kadokawa magazine)
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[BUN ONOE'S WORLD OF POETRY]
"The Summer Far Away "
poem by Bun Onoe
"My grandma, who scolded me saying, 'grandmother' sounds old when you say 'grandmother', so just say 'Grandma'.
How we used to always argue back then, I only but miss you so much now
From my friends, you were named " Devil Grandma", and from our neighbors, you were respected and feared as"Wise Grandma"
You were peobably lonely, weren't you?
You had a canary that cries with a really beautiful voice, and you had pride in that bird
It was such an agressive canary, that whenever I stuck my hand in it's cage to change it's food, it would come and shove it's pointed beak into my fingers like it was going mad
It was just like you
You were always scared, that if you don't hold your spirits up high enough, you thought that you will lose to yourself
I don't blame you
I mean, your husband was already gone way before I was born,
and you struggled through life, a woman alone, all by yourself for such a long time
My grandpa, whom I heard about just once from you, was what Japanese call a "free man", quite a stylish man who had mistresses all over the place
Because you lived with a man like that,
other men were probably too boring for you
"You know, your grandfather used to love flowers very much. When he and I walked to gether through a sunny country road, he would stand still, and would look at it with a real happy face"
Yes, I do remember you once talking to me, carrying me on your lap
It was on a porch where the warm afternoon sunlight shone
The days when you fell ill and was in bed practically all the time
On one very hot day in the Summer
Do you remember ? When I was carrying lunch on a tray, you took me by the hand and said, "I want to see a dragonfly"
Though I was a child, I felt a strong thump in my heart, and looked into your eyes many many times
The light coming in from the huge wide window glass in the hallway was dancing and flittering on your face, and
I had never seen you look so weak before in my whole entire life
Not knowing what to do, I ran outside immediately, and ran all over the place to catch a Shiokara dragonfly near the pond at the far end of the field
I can't remember at all, whether or not I caught the dragonfly and let you see it afterwards
All I remember, is the two Shiokara dragonflies that were flying around the pond, and three trees that were swaying slowly and slowly very far away
It's about a Summer far away
As I was busy running after the dragonfly, I couldn't help my tears from flowing and flowing out of my eyes
I was scared, that all of a sudden, you might go really far away
You and I were constantly arguing, causing all sorts of domestic problems in the house all the time
I couldn't understand, why you had to be so tense and irritated all the time
But now, I am finally capable of understanding your true feelings you had then
I understand your elegance and your stubborness,
the irritable impatience towards fate, and the biting cold of loneliness
I understand the sadness towards unreachables, I understand the anger towards undecideable directions
"I want to see a dragonfly"
Why couldn't you just say that?
Hey, Grandma?
We can never explain our heart
The only wayto express our heart is to sing
" I'm In The Forest "
by. Bun Onoe
Around the tall Cypress trees which have thick leaves of green, densely grown, the right eye and left eye are flying back and forth
My lover pushes her water colored ear to the tree trunk and listens to voices floating on the water flowing softly
It's the forest of Thelonious Monk growing deer horns Because see? The hammer of light is sculpting the atmosphere geometrically
My lover
Who melts into the colors of the sculpted forest, every time she takes a breath
A bug jet-black, shaped like an opera glass, is filling red Pollen very quickly inro its' mouth
A ghost on a wooden horse is marching on damp grass
Suddenly, a shotgun of waterdrops shoots down the light leaking through the leaves, and then, grows dark
I'm in the forest
I mean, who'd want to eat a piece of thick cello steak?
I'm listening to a bear talking in his sleep
"The Southern Wind"
by Bun Onoe
Right now, you must be sitting on your desk, checking one by one, the files that are stacked up before your eyes
I can see the slender finger holding a pen, and your small lip that blows "fu-u-u-u-h" sometimes
I am lying on the beach
Just like a beer bottle that somebody had dropped
I'm watching the large palm leaf that goes back and forth over my head
It's great here, there's nothing here
A kingdom with a sky, an ocean, and wind that sometimes tickles my ears, that's all
I've never watched the sea nor the sky so quietly before,
so there are moments when I feel a little uneasy and awkward
Like, the sign of a rental video shop suddenly appears before my eyes, you know?
So, I'm not going to tell you where I am
If I tell you, I feel as though I might go back home tomorrow, that's why
A strange bird with a long beak came flying down towards me, and pulls my clothes off
An illusion like that suddenly comes to me
How poor my body is under the sun, myself totally naked
How weak my words are under the sun, always trying to look like a hot-shot
Hey. why don't I I become the slave of the sun?
Just like the trees and the grass, I will throw myself naturally, and honestly to this sky
The bridge is blue, ue, the river is white, a morning with not enough sleep is black with a fog of milky-white old friends are a warm orange color, a prayer is white, misunderstandings are orchid brown, good mrmories are light blue, bad memories are a strong dark green, a baby is white, a closed window is the color of twilight, birth is white, and death is also white
So here I am, lying on the beach, playing by giving colors to words that come to my mind
Feeling a little strange, like as if I'm apologizing and saying that I'm sorry to somebody
I wonder if you are feeling well
The feeling passed through my body for a second, but then the next minute, it went away absorbed by the sun
A Rest In The Forest
Over the tall cypress trees that grow densely thick leaves of green,
the right eyes and left eyes are flitting
My girl friend pushes her water color ear to the trunk of a tree, and listens to the voices that float on the soft flowing water
It's the forest of Thelonious Monk growing deer horns
Because well, see? The hammer of light is sculpting the atmosphere into a geometrical design
My girl friend, who melts every time she breathes,
into the colors of the forest of print
A jet-black bug shaped like an opera glass
Is filling red Pollen very quickly in it's mouth
A ghost on a wooden horse
marches on a damp grass
Suddenly, a shotgun of waterdrops shoots down the light that leaks between the leaves, then grows dark
A rest in the forest
Com'on, I mean
Who wants to eat a steak of thick cello?
I'm listening to the bear talking in his sleep
" Get Ready To Cross The Border "
Night is falling silently around the dying trees
In an hour, the world will turn pitch black While my eyes are still able to feel the shape of you
I am getting ready to cross the border
In the nests, baby birds imagine themselves assimilating with the wind
On a rock, a coyote changes his body with the moon Would I be able to make myself understand that each one of us is a universe?
I am getting ready to cross the border Today, on this very night
I saw a soldier holding a rifle in front of a barbed-wire fence
What the soldier is protecting, is the feeling of fear that might destroy him if he fails to follow military orders
There is no such thing as a nation
All there is, is the fantasy that one creates towards another
I am getting ready to cross the border
In the water, water makes an image of flowing through the river
On the rock, a lizard is dreaming of 100 million years away
While my eyes are still able to feel the shape of you
I am getting ready to cross the border Today, on this very night
"Simon Smith And The Dancing Bear"
Bony fingers that look like a large beech tree comes sneaking up on me and pokes my forehead, BUMP!
Hey! Ouch!
As I shouted so and bent down, a hand like a hemp palm stroke BAM!
Ugh!
I couldn't even shout !
As they sandwiched me, they spinned 'round in the air
Several times, spinnin' 'round
Then, since they threw me into a washing machine with shirts and underpants drowning inside, today, I feel as miserable as a drenched one dollar bill, stuck onto a sidewalk in the pouring rain
There is no particular reason
This absurd miserable feeling with no particular reason starts bubbling up spontaneously like a sobbing,
and within time, becomes violent for no reason
And now the violently miserable feeling is flipping pachinko pinballs continuously
On a morning a tabby cat peeks quietly from the apartment window
I am a small rat, curled up in the corner of the room, waitiing to be tortured to death
Though my physical strength and sexual desire are blown-up like a balloon, I stay silent, a rat, that's waiting to be killed
I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and while I was running,
my baseball cap flew off, my stadium jacket loosened apart, my uniform came off, my pants and underpants dropped down, and not even noticing my wrinnkled penis hanging with sorrow towards the ground, I looked up to the sky, like a defeated pitcher on a deserted playground on Sunday
I took a deep breath, sigh
When I take a breath, I feel as if everything in the world is moving away from me, equally into the distance
Then, I slip out of myself, too,
and watch myself standing on a verranda like a giant mercury thermometer on Sunday
A mammal with a temperature of 36.5 degrees
is holding laundry in the sunshine, not knowing what to do
Feeling as though he has lost his habitat on Planet Earth
On a morning my clumsy finger failed to peel the bark of a pineapple
Simon Smith and the dancing bear
Simon Smith and the dancing bear are in the forest,
at the far end of Planet Earth
Holding their hands together, they're dancing
In the middle of a forest,
where not even one tree stands
Simon Smith and the dancing bear
Simon Smith and the dancing bear are playing
Right under the sky, where a duralumin egg hangs down
They're playing catch with fragments of an airplane that had crashed
Simon Smith and the dancing bear
Simon Smith and the dancing bear are singing
Old RagtimeMusic form New Orleans
That dancing bear!
You know, he's so good at using his falsetto !
[Bun Onoe Poetry Reading x Remixes]
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Jun 16 2008 10:31 CET Crux (is ~!!!!MANIAC!!!!~) AAAAA!!!!
Hi Bun! :)
Any progress? :) I can't wait to hear it!
/Yaseck
Dec 27 2007 22:10 CET The Positive
Hello,
We're new to sellaband, so I would like to introduce you few briliant talented musicians from Poland, who are writin', recordin' and playin' on the concerts their own songs written in JUNK style (fusion of soul, funk and jazz).
Check us out on www.myspace.com/thep ositivepl or on our oficial website www.thepositive.pl where you can see our pictures, some videos from the gigs and listen to our studio records.
Greetings from Warsaw, Wroclaw and Zielona Gora.
In the name of The Positive
Mateusz Krautwurst
Oct 26 2007 21:37 CET Quark
Hi,
Welcome and good luck ;)
Quark
Jun 16 2008 10:31 CET Crux (is ~!!!!MANIAC!!!!~) AAAAA!!!!
Hi Bun! :)
Any progress? :) I can't wait to hear it!
/Yaseck
Dec 27 2007 22:10 CET The Positive
Hello,
We're new to sellaband, so I would like to introduce you few briliant talented musicians from Poland, who are writin', recordin' and playin' on the concerts their own songs written in JUNK style (fusion of soul, funk and jazz).
Check us out on www.myspace.com/thep ositivepl or on our oficial website www.thepositive.pl where you can see our pictures, some videos from the gigs and listen to our studio records.
Greetings from Warsaw, Wroclaw and Zielona Gora.
In the name of The Positive
Mateusz Krautwurst
Oct 26 2007 21:37 CET Quark
Hi,
Welcome and good luck ;)
Quark
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| Believer | Date | Parts |
| Michael Edwards | 09.06.08 | 1 |
My Japanese is very limited but I love the rhythm and meter of Bun Onoe's work. So much so that I chased up a copy of "Two Cubists of the Family Restaurant" from CDJapan.jp.co Play the tracks here a few times and see how it grows on you! I've also heard Riyu Konaka reading some of Bun Onoe's work and really enjoyed that too!
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