Today I thought of how Terayama Shūji [寺山 修司] (1935 – 1983), poet, playwright, theatre director, filmmaker, essayist, agitator and lover of all things anarchistic, chaotic, and truthful, used to stutter as a child:
''They told me singing could cure my stutter, so I sang 'The Woman from Hakodate' a hundred times. But isn't stuttering a kind of philosophy? The rising sun stutters its way between the buildings. Beethoven's Fifth stutters ''da, da, da, daaaan''. Peace stutters over the scorched earth in Vietnam. Clouds are stuttering vagabonds (...) Order and subordination are smooth, but the sun has a stutter, the human heart has a stutter, every kind of resistance stutters, it stutters and stutters and stutters as it shouts.''
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