In Beckett's All that Fallwe waited for the train - the orphan never made it - the pain of the world Daesin knows
suffering pain and transcendent beauty like the new born or the
Thorns and Petals falling over under onto through lines like Daesin born into the world where every body bleeds
and we are part of the butoh22 of becoming ... part of the butoh body ... part of the dance of life ...
and the work of our bodies becomes a body of work ... as a body of work can only come from the work of our bodies.23
Butoh in the body ... butoh on the brain ... wheel butoh ... butoh telling?
Body and mind, thinking and praxis, are the same animal with different names on the way to something ... till clair audient hearing sees the DNA of sound and "transcendental (wo) man" becomes "a reflection on this Logos which gives us the task of vocalizing a hitherto mute world"(Merlau-Ponty 10).
Thinking out loud - in the case of philosophy are we dreaming? Are we but passengers on this Nõ train? Could i have dreamt the Rose and the Railway into Being? Could i mouth the words and hear them echo back across the silence? Phonemes & mythemes, words rather than noise, breathing into being and learning meaningful sounds & mythologies, a continual mythopoeic becoming of still moving ancient echoes where marigolds are delicate like the Flowers of Forsythia by the sea whose Roots are strong as Rails while Nõ body plays on solo music stand.
When ground does not fall away but rises up to meet us there is Nõ abyss between body & mind, between zen (wo)men & hi fi tea at the Railway station observing crows and ravens while clocks tick and time is of the essence where we are in context with sound happening all around us, as Kukai as that may sound. And this Nõ book in reflection becomes like Roses blooming reflected on the page, flowing like alphabetic (love) letters, flowering like love where time travels with the semiotic ghosts24 of theory and material and sound matters ... where the sound of Roses really does matter.