Sans soleil

I did it all.
All the way to the evening shows for adults—so called.
The same hypocrisy as in the comic strips,
but it's a coded hypocrisy.

Censorship is not the mutilation of the show,
it is the show.

The code is the message.
It points to the absolute by hiding it.
That's what religions have always done.
That year, a new face appeared among the great ones
that blazon the streets of Tokyo: the Pope's.

Treasures that had never left the Vatican were shown
on the seventh floor of the Sogo department store.

He wrote me:
curiosity of course, and the glimmer
of industrial espionage in the eye

—I imagine them bringing out within two years time a more efficient
and less expensive version of Catholicism—

but there's also the fascination associated with the sacred,
even when it's someone else's.

So when will the third floor of Macy's harbor an exhibition of Japanese sacred signs
such as can be seen at Josen-kai on the island of Hokkaido?
At first one smiles at this place which combines a museum,
a chapel, and a sex shop.

As always in Japan, one admires the fact that
the walls between the realms are so thin

that one can in the same breath contemplate a statue,
buy an inflatable doll,