ペルセウス座流星群の夜に

夏すぎて秋きにけらしひさかたの雲咲く空に星が降る夜

On the night of the Perseids meteor shower

The summer has passed, and I find autumn has come; the night when stars fall in the sky where distant clouds bloom

院生に侍りける時、真夏の雨といふことを詠ませ侍りけるに

彦星に今年もあへぬ織姫の涙は空に涌き零れつつ

When attending on a graduate student and asked to compose on the topic “summer rain”

Unable again this year to meet the Shepherd Boy, the Weaver Princess’s tears well up and spill over in the sky

こひのうたとて

かきつばたいと面白く咲きたるに覚ゆるはただ「男、ありけり」

Composed as a love poem

Prompted by the irises blooming elegantly, all I can recall is, “long ago, there was a man…”

 解釈/Interpretation

伊勢物語の第9段に連想する。
Alludes to the 9th section of Ise Monogatari.

The first post is always the most awkward.

Hi, Internet. My name is Iori and I’m a writer.

Hi, Iori.

It started when I was a kid. I had too many feelings; I couldn’t find any way to squash them down and make them fit into such a tiny body. So I started vomiting them up on scrap paper, on post-its, on blank Word documents.

I couldn’t quit if I tried.

I’m not sure I write about things so much as around them. I write around existing in the diaspora, about having or not having or gaining or losing a sense of place. I write around my relationship to the kami. I write around waiting and solitude and yearning.

But mainly I write stories where girls make out with each other in space. Sometimes they even have racing ships.