Edo Porn

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Tetsuzo.

Hello. Changed your

professional name?

Ikku Juppensha.

I've written a death poem.

Already? What poem?

Now it is time...

To bid farewell...

To this world...

What's next?

I'll be happy to become ashes.

Ashes?

You'll be glad to become ashes?

When?

I won't die

I just want to get rid of my past.

Ikku.

You just scribble for sake.

I enjoy writing novels.

You go ahead, too.

Why not? I'm ready to write

a great masterpiece.

One much better than your latest.

I heard you'd changed your name

to Sanba Shikitei.

Written a dead poem too?

Life is like a fart.

I fade away, nothing left behind.

My next work is named.

Public Bath.

Public bath for women?

I'll write about men too.

When naked, there's no difference

between the Shogun and us.

That's good.

Tetsuzo, what on earth

are you doing?

Look at Utamaro.

He thinks he's the only

woodblock artist now.

Have you seen his pictures?

Damn Utamaro.

They just look beautiful.

They're not alive.

Who are you?

Oei, Some food?

That's rude.

Are you a samurai's daughter?

Go downstairs.

Did you bring me here for that?

What's he doing?

You said you preferred

old men right?

What?

Nothing.

Who's he? Another of your like?

Utamaro I don't like him.

The famous Utamaro?

Shogunate Mirror-Polisher

Ise Nakajima.

This is where I live.

Are you teasing me?

I'm the Shogunate mirror-polisher's son.

Then why do you live in that place?

You'll see.

Hello. Where is my father?

Taking a bath.

You're his son?

Why not just go in?

He's disowned me.

Wonderful!

Shogunate mirror-polishers

are very rich.

He has lots of money.

What do you do?

I'm a painter.

What's funny?

All you do is doodle.

When a shower comes...

there are some who

just wait until it stops.

They're cowards.

I don't care. I start walking.

I start running.

Nobody knows where I'm running to.

How should they know?

I don't know, myself.

All I know is I must start all over

forgetting everything.

Don't look like that.

You mean nothing to me.

I'll mean something

one of these days.

Is Oei really your daughter?

She was born when I was nineteen.

Then I divorced my wife

because of a shower?

Rain?

Yes. A shower in my mind.

How many showers since then?

Such a long time, Father.

What brings you?

I'd like some money.

Who is she?

I wondered if you'd like her.

So I brought her.

Slight trouble with your eyes?

About money, this is the last time.

Why? I brought her for you...

Think well.

You left home to become a painter.

I disowned you then.

I had no children.

I adopted you because...

I wanted you to succeed to me as the

Shogunate mirror-polisher.

I will. I can study painting

while working.

Thinking like that, you'll never succeed.

I hear you're studying...

Under Yusen Kano

the Shogunate painter.

You're studying many styles all at once.

What's on your mind?

Because sometimes a shower falls...

A shower? What's that?

Hopeless!

He was raised at Honjo

the worst place in Edo.

His father was a day-laborer.

He was poverty itself.

Tetsuzo's mother left him.

His uncle was a clam vendor and...

He often bought Tetsuzo

when he came to sell clams.

Unlike now, he looked bright.

So I adopted him.

Go to Shunsho Katsukawa and

study painting under him.

That advice and this money,

that's the last.

Pick them up.

Do you want me to act like a beggar?

I shouldn't get angry.

Thank you very much.

About her... do you like her?

She's interesting. I'll leave her here.

I don't understand him.

He has some nerve.

I believe my father will like you.

You took me to your house

because you were plotting this?

See you again.

Again?

I'll come again to get money.

What else do you want?

Don't you mind if I leave?

How old are you?

Twenty.

You may have me.

What did you say?

That you can have me.

You mean it?

I always mean what I say?

So soft...

I don't want you to treat me carefully.

I'm not a pet.

Are you asking for rough treatment?

You've only begun to see

what I really am.

Here's some money

for you old woman.

Take it, disown me, go somewhere.

Ingrate!

You are here, because I bore you.

This is where I work.

I don't think you can stand

my father's way of life.

You plan to save lots of money first.

To make your life stable and

then write books.

That's right. You can't work well

if you're poor.

May I be honest?

I find your way of thinking boring.

I see.

You're the son of a samurai

aren't you?

Yes. My father worked for one of the

Shogun's close retainers.

And because you wanted

to be an author.

You married the daughter of

a rich store owner.

That's very bad.

She's thirteen years older

than you at that.

You know well.

What's bad?

Nothing.

Go outside and play. You're in the way.

Don't bother about her.

You and your father just live on us.

The sight of you sickens me.

She looks so gentle

but she's grumbling all the time.

She's just serious.

Did you say something?

No, I didn't.

Those good-for nothings!

You're good at making clogs.

I'm a clog maker now

I must do my best.

What's funny?

Nothing.

My father took to drink because

Onao left him.

She wasn't much.

But her running away

hurt him very badly.

You'll understand when you grow up.

When I grow up?

I'll still be a woman when I've grown up

I won't understand men.

That reminds me. You are a woman.

What talk! Even I have someone

whom I love secretly.

Something nice happened last night.

Let's drink to it.

Something nice?

I'll tell you. Stop working.

I visited Master Kano's last night.

The master was painting.

A picture of a child trying

to get some persimmons.

The persimmon branch was

as high as this.

And the end of the pole the child was

holding was much higher.

Yet he was standing on tiptoes.

That's odd. The tree should

have been much taller.

I told Kano about it

Then he became angry.

Get out!

He kicked me out.

He got upset, because

I put him to shame.

Wait a minute, Father.

He might have been trying

to paint an awkward child.

Or how innocent children were.

There are many ways of painting.

If paintings are too logical,

they are boring.

Right.

Your pictures don't sell, because

yours are just a collection of...

something you stole from the others.

Yours are too perfect.

Yes. That can be true.

Thank you. Thank you.

Damn it! A shower again!

Go eat something.

Seems you don't want me here.

Clog man, will you leave us alone?

This is his house.

I don't mind.

You too, boy.

Me too?

Onao's come to see me

almost every night.

We drink together.

I washed her.

We almost went to bed together.

Excuse me.

But just before the critical together.

She disappeared...

leaving a mysterious smile.

Made yourself up to look young?

I miss Onao-so badly

I can't just sit and wait.

It's the same with me.

I can't forget her beautiful body.

I'm painting nothing but pornography...

Where she's being raped.

Ironically, some say this pornography is

the best of the work I've done.

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