Lost in Translation: In Praise of Learning Languages

by Leanne Ogasawara  1. In Arkady Martine’s 2019 debut novel A Memory called Empire, newly-appointed Ambassador Mahit Dzmare travels via jumpgate from her home planet at the edge of the Teixcalaani empire to the capital. Teixcalaan is like the sun around which all the other planets in the empire revolve. The city of cities, it…

Translating Plum Blossoms 宋徽宗〈蠟梅山禽〉 

by Leanne Ogasawara 山禽矜逸態 梅紛弄輕柔  已有丹青約 千秋猜白頭 Mountain birds, proud and unfettered Plum blossoms, pollen scattering softly This painting but a promise Of a thousand autumns to come The Painting Nine-hundred years ago, a Chinese emperor painted a picture of a pair of birds in a plum tree –to which he then inscribed a poem…

On Horses, the Apocalypse, and Painting as Prophesy

The Fate of the Animals: On Horses, the Apocalypse, and Painting as Prophesy (Three Paintings Trilogy), by Morgan Meis, Slant Review by Leanne Ogasawara The discovery of a book of letters written by a soldier and artist to his wife during World War I, and the recognition of this book of letters drives us into…

Trials in Translation: The Monk Dōgen and His Birds

by Leanne Ogasawara 世中は何にたとへん水鳥のはしふる露にやとる月影(無常) Mujō (Impermanence) To what shall I liken this world? But to moonlight Reflected in the dewdrops Shaken from a shorebird’s bill —Dōgen 1. Eight hundred years ago, a Buddhist monk, not long into his career, became deeply dissatisfied with the Buddhist teachings available to him in Japan. And so, he traveled…

In Search of Walruses

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. Merrill Airfield. Arriving early for our flight, we found the other six passengers checked-in and congregating around an old topographical map of Alaska hanging on the wall in the small airline office. “Does anyone know where exactly we are going?” asked a woman, breaking the silence. We all edged forward, squinting…

Zizek and the Noh Mask

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. Noh 能 The masked actor walks slowly forward. Pausing, he ever so slightly tilts his head upward. The audience is astonished; for with that tiniest upward tilt of his head, the facial expression of the mask is transformed –and he now appears smiling. How had these mask carvers, now long dead, managed to create these…

It’s Hailing Calligraphy

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. It was Tetsuya’s idea to start calligraphy lessons. I had wanted to study Aikido. But according to Tetsuya, I was already dangerous enough. “And, anyway,” he said, “You know what Confucius said: the pen is mightier than the sword.” “Confucius definitely did not say that.” I rolled my eyes. His idea,…

When Hans Holbein Came to Town

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. What are the chances that one of the greatest painters alive– a genius of portraiture, no less– would arrive at the court of the most infamous king in British history at the precise moment when the king began sending his royal wives to the chopping block? Henry VIII. Even today, we…

Calligraphy in the Garden

by Leanne Ogasawara I went walking in a garden of poems. It was a perfect autumn day. And the garden, located within the confines of the Huntington Library in Pasadena, is said to be the finest classical garden outside of China. It is called the Garden of Flowing Fragrance 流芳園. What is the flowing fragrance…

Your Brain on Art: Timothy Morton’s All Art is Ecological

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. And You May Find Yourself Living in an Age of Mass Extinction…. So begins Timothy Morton’s latest book, All Art is Ecological. Published as part of Penguin’s new Green Ideas Series, this slim paperback sits alongside nineteen other works of environmental writing. From farmers and biologists to artists and philosophers, spanning…

A Story of Three Churches: In the Footsteps of Willa Cather in Northern New Mexico

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. El Santuario de Chimayó We arrived in Chimayó in the lull after Easter. Nestled in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, the small hamlet lies about forty-five minutes north of Santa Fe. If I hadn’t seen videos of the great crowds that throng the sanctuary during Holy Week, I…

A Walk on the Wild Side

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. Like clockwork, every year around the spring equinox, the ducks and egrets would return to the river in Tochigi. And sprigs of green grass would start sprouting in our lawn. This was when people started taking to the hills to pick mountain vegetables, herbs, and other wild foods. My son loved…

Waiting for the Messiah: Derrida and the Philosophy of Hospitality

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. The sound of thousands of clattering stainless steel plates and bowls ripple across the water, as hundreds line up to enter the Golden Temple in Amritsar. Built atop a platform in the middle of a pool of water, this is the holiest shrine of the Sikh religion. Pilgrims arrive at the…

The End of the World as We Know It

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. The year is 2025. Frank, who is an American aid worker living in northern India, is alarmed to wake up one morning to an outside temperature of 103° F with 35% humidity. Things go from bad to worse, when the power grid goes down, and there is no air conditioning. As…

An Inter-Species Crowd: How to Talk to Animals and Space Aliens

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. Imagine finding out that intelligent life has been discovered on the far side of the galaxy. To learn that across the endless expanse of intergalactic space there exists a planet filled with new forms of life –and riches unimagined– if only we can find them. It won’t be as easy. Even…

Love Letter to a Vanishing World

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. Of all the places I’ve never been, Borneo is my favorite. I have several times been within spitting distance: to the Philippines—as far south as Panay; to the court cities of central Java and to the highlands of Sulawesi, in Indonesia. I’ve spent many happy days on Peninsular Malaysia. Have lived…

When Freud met the Antichrist in Orvieto

by Leanne Ogasawara 1. I had been in Orvieto about a week, when a young American woman came up to me in the painted chapel and said, “Excuse me, do you speak English?” Not waiting for my answer she continued, “Do you have any idea what these paintings mean?” Looking at her astonished face, I…