Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters

Yukio Mishima was

Japan's most celebrated author.

On his death, he left

a body of work consisting of

35 novels, 25 plays, 200 short stories

and 8 volumes of essays.

Both his personal life and artistic works

were closely followed by the general public.

On November 25, 1970, Mishima

and 4 cadets from his private army

entered the Eastern Army Headquarters,

forcibly detained the commander

and addressed the garrison.

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FRANCIS FORD COPPOLA AND GEORGE LUCAS

P R E S E N A FILM BY PAUL SCHRADER

"Mishima"

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"Mishima"

a life in four chapters

ORIGINAL MUSIC COMPOSED

AND ARRANGED BY:

PHILIP GLASS:

WRITTEN BY:

PAUL SCHRADER & LEONARD SCHRADER

1- Beauty ... "Temple of the Golden Pavilion"

2- Art ... "Kyoko's House"

3- Action ... "Runaway Horses"

4- Harmony of Pen and Sword

1- Beauty

Good morning.

Good morning, Mr. Mishima.

Would you like breakfast now?

Not today.

What about the children?

Your wife's already

taken them to school.

Recently I've sensed

an accumulation of many things

which cannot be expressed

by an objective form like the novel. TO

SHINCHOSHA PUBLISHING CO. NOVEMBER 25, 1970

Words are insufficient.

So I found

another form of expression.

Is everything as planned?

Read these in the car.

I'll be right out.

Did you get my letter?

Don't worry. You'll find

our little drama newsworthy.

And bring a photographer.

When I examine

my early childhood,

I see myself as a boy

leaning at the window...

forever watching a world

I was unable to change,

forever hoping

it would change by itself.

At seven weeks of age,

I was taken from my mother

by my grandmother.

Close the curtain!

It's almost time

for him to visit his mother.

No! I need him to rub my legs.

Tell her

I'm too sick this week.

Next week.

You would have died

in your mother's care.

A delicate plant like you...

must not go outdoors.

If you want her so much,

just go!

Leave me forever!

Be a good boy

and rub my legs.

That's wonderful.

Only you can make

Grandma feel better.

I looked after

my grandmother's failing health.

She entertained me with stories

and provided playmates.

On special occasions,

she arranged

trips to the theater.

- Watch it!

- Sorry.

Don't apologize

to these commoners.

Can you believe these crowds?

When I was a girl,

people still had

a modicum of manners.

Eat your lunch.

Look. All this riff-raff.

You're just a fragile plant.

The theater is very stimulating.

You're old enough to go now.

It would have been too much

for you before.

The stage made everything

more beautiful.

It turned men into women.

It transformed the entire world.

Look this way.

Look up, sweet.

When I was 12,

my grandmother, then dying,

permitted me to return

to the care of my mother.

Later that year

I entered middle school.

All right, you cowards!

Who's next?

Who is this? The poet?

Mr. Tough.

I'm shaking.

- You'll get killed!

- Mama's boy!

In my earliest years,

I realized life consisted

of two contradictory elements.

One was words,

which could change the world.

The other was the world itself,

which had nothing to do with words.

For the average person,

the body precedes language.

In my case,

words came first.

Temple of the Golden Pavilion

Published 1956

I can't hear

a word you're saying.

Your name's Mizoguchi.

I know what you want.

To be friends

because we're both cripples.

Your stuttering

and my frog feet.

That's all right.

I do too.

You're still a virgin, right?

Yeah, I thought so.

No success with girls,

and not enough guts

to go to a whore.

If you're looking for another virgin,

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