Text of the "FOURTH
BOOK'' written in Japanese on the elderly scholar who escapes from the publisher's
workshop.
THE
BOOK OF
IMPOTENCE
Is this a book exhausted
from too much reading?
Or too little reading?
From the hairs
on the head to the
end of the
toe-nails - the pages are marked with the stains of use.
Or miss-use,
Better that
the words had been read
off the page.
Do the words
still signify?
Is there still
a space between chapters
or have all
matters blurred?
In this book
the index of entries
is longer than the book itself.
This life has so many footnotes
it ought to be all flatfeet,
its soul layered deep
in calloused blisters and corns.
The major sweep
of this book's living
is too often marred by qualifying.
It is hedged about with ifs and buts
and if onlys
and howevers,
excuses for a life that is about to shut
its covers for the last time
and then crumple into dust
in an unseen
and never-to-be-remembered library.