Miyazawa Kenji was a Japanese poet and author of children’s literature from Hanamaki, Iwate, in the late Taisho and early Showa periods. He was also known as an agricultural science teacher, a vegetarian, cellist, devout Buddhist, and utopian social activist.
8. what time are you most productive? – I dont really have a specific time for this, it really is just whenever I get off my butt and do something which is almost never. For writing I’d say my favorite but not so much most productive time is saturday evenings/nights :)
24HrTV on News Every (29 Aug 2016), brief translation of some parts:
Narrator said Yuzuru was in Saitama on Saturday (27 Aug) to do the show with Kumamon, the symbol of reconstruction for Kumamoto, and a few girl skaters from the quake area.
1:17 Yuzu talking to Kumamon, "What’s your skating experience? ….. None? ….. About one week? ….. 10 days? ….. One week? ….. Secret?……. Kawaii.“ (Yuzu is the one that’s really kawaii~ ^^ Look at him imitating Kumamon!)
2:04 This time, Hanyu-senshu will skate ‘a programme with special thoughts’.
Great East Japan Earthquake of March 2011.
3:28 ‘White Legend’ was the 1st programme he skated after the earthquake. It was at a charity ice show in Kobe in April 2011.
4:18 About the standing ovation that he received: “I really felt like crying. I thought it was good that I could start skating again. It became the source of my motivation to work hard.”
4:47 Now he will skate ‘White Legend’ again on 24HourTV. “It holds a lot of meaning for me because this was the start of my own skating (after the quake). When I want to skate with the feeling of revival/reconstruction, I would want to skate this programme.”
5:18 ‘White Legend’
10:34 ‘When You Wish Upon A Star’
13:08 After the performance: “I was nervous! (laughs) I was nervous! Everyone looked like they were having fun doing this, so I was also happy. Mmm.”
(my brief translation) (it’s a late post but I wanted this video in my blog^^. I love White Legend.) (video thanks to YzRIKO)
Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head To work my mind, when body’s work’s expir’d: For then my thoughts -from far where I abide- Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my dropping eyes open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself no quiet find.