Posts Tagged ‘ Hiroshima ’

Ginkgo trees: The incredible plant that survived an atomic bomb by Christine Mi at Vox

 

 

 

 

From Above: Hiroshima | FOP

Atomic Bomb Memorial Mound (ashes of tens of thousands of people are interred here).

There were three planes up there. It was a morning, 70 years ago. August 6th, 1945. One plane was filled with scientific equipment. One plane was filled with photography equipment. And one plane, with the name Enola Gay painted on its nose, flown by General Paul Tibbets, held an atomic bomb nicknamed “Little Boy.” The bomb was conceived of on the plateaus of New Mexico. The people in the planes that day were Americans. Right now, I am on the ground in Japan, about 6000 miles from Los Alamos.  These Americans didn’t set foot in the city that I am presently walking through. They did not see what I am seeing (they missed the Itsukushima Shrine, dating to around 600 AD, they missed the gardens at Shukkein, they missed the constant roar of the cicadas, which are near deafening here in August). They did not look anyone in the eye, here, on the ground. They flew high over this city that morning. They actually dropped an atomic bomb. They really actually did this. The bomb exploded in the sky over this city — right here. Surface temperatures were over 7000 F and instantly killed tens of thousands of people. The people in the planes didn’t see the strange colors that people on the ground describe witnessing after the flash of light — green, blue, yellow — just before everything went black with rain and fire. The beautiful meandering rivers around me today, they soon held the dead and dying. Before stopping over on Tinian, the plane carrying the bomb came from Wendover, Utah. Which, oddly enough, is a place I have spent several weeks of life over the past decade. I can picture the hangar the Enola Gay departed from, I’ve stood inside its crumbling infrastructure. I am now in Hiroshima.

The event of 8:16am (Japan Time), August 6th, 1945 unleashed nonsensical scales of madness:  three planes, hundreds of thousands of lives.  Earth materials that took billions of  years were deployed by humans in a way that shifted the course of humanity and planetary materiality irrevocably within microseconds. The Anthropocene grew strong wings that day.

From Above: Hiroshima | FOP.

“Hiroshima” by John Hersey in August 31,1946 issue of The New Yorker

Hiroshima – The New Yorker.

~ with heart bowed down in memory

Two Years On, Fukushima Raises Many Questions, Provides One Clear Answer / capitoilette

Two Years On, Fukushima Raises Many Questions, Provides One Clear Answer | capitoilette.

Waterlily Fire by Muriel Rukeyser / A resource for the poet Muriel Rukeyser

Muriel Rukeyser | A resource for the poet Muriel Rukeyser.

Arima Takashi / Pigeons of Hiroshima

~ Please listen to the Palomas De Hiroshima poem by the Japanese poet, Arima Takashi, before reading the English translation. It is the finest example of that ineffable mystery at the core of the earliest of poems in the Japanese oral tradition. I promise it will be an unforgettable, uncanny experience. This is a poet at the top of his art. He and the poem are one. The poem bursts through him. Gratitude to Stephanie Elliott for sharing this. ~ df

Pigeons of Hiroshima

Coo, coo, coo
Sky blue,blue,blue
From the pre-afternoon plaza
A flight of pigeons lift off en masse
Circle slowly over the Motoyasu River
A shimmering fountain, higher and higher
Blown straight up to the midsummer sky
A sultry breeze,more temperate
A stiff gust from the stagnant riverside
At the approach to Aioi Bridge
When lingering before the rustling weeping willow
That drapes the monument to Miekichi Suzuki
At a tilt even steeper than
The leaning wreck of the dome
On the verge of collapse
Lamenting, the numerous
Short shadows of the dead

What’s this, an illusion?
Beyond the melting air
Loading immobile people
Second-hand streetcars displaying destinations in Kyoto
Gion,Nishijin,Ginkaku-ji
Above which wheels
A single flock of pigeons returning to the Moto River
Turning up into the tense blue sky
Louder than the giant cheer
Rising from the nearby baseball stadium,crying
Moan,moan,moan,moan,moan
Coo,coo,coo

Arima Takashi (b.1931)
from Journey to the Real

In Hiroshima’s Shadow by Noam Chomsky / truthout

In Hiroshima’s Shadow.

Activists infiltrate Y-12’s high-security zone, hang banners, splash blood / Knoxville News Sentinel

Activists infiltrate Y-12’s high-security zone, hang banners, splash blood » Knoxville News Sentinel.

On Hiroshima Day August 6th 2011 by YOKO ONO

 

 

On Hiroshima Day August 6th 2011 by YOKO ONO.

Yasuhiko Shigemoto / from “My Haiku of Hiroshima”

In the foreword to poet Yasuhiko Shigemoto’s My Haiku of Hiroshima the late poet and scholar James Kirkup notes that Shigemoto “. . . was one of those who as a schoolboy received the blast of the atomic bomb in Hiroshima . . . yet with courage and endurance he survived . . . and began writing his haiku . . . . The truly remarkable thing about these A-bomb haiku is their vivid appreciation of daily life in Hiroshima. There is reverence, there is sorrowing, there is regret: but there is also a tremendous energy in the poet’s love of life and its simple pleasure. . . . always behind even the blackest images we can feel the poet’s deep sincerity, his conviction that his vision of Hiroshima is a unique one to be shared with all the world in his own plain words” —

The person’s shadow
still on the stone stair
Hiroshima Day

Hiroshima Day,
this earth
is everyone’s dear home!

Yasuhiko Shigemoto

According to Wikipedia sources: “By executive order of President Harry Truman, the U. S. dropped the nuclear weapon “Little Boy” on the city of Hiroshima, Japan on Monday, August 6, 1945. Three days later they detonated “Fat Man” over Nagasaki.”