“They’ve called Yuri ‘cute’ often during her life. She’s cute all right. Like a tornado is cute. Like a hurricane is cute. This Yuricane. These poems are honest. Blunt. When she says that writing a poem is like taking ‘a bungee jump,’ she means it.” Ishmael Reed for THE NEW AND SELECTED YURI: WRITING FROM PEELING TILL NOW. (full text below)

“Through the anguished eyes of a hybrid soul, Yuri Kageyama sees the boundless universe in everyday life. ” Shuntaro Tanikawa, author of “Two Billion Light-Years of Solitude” and “Naked.”

“New and important …. articulate and beautiful …. These poems could never have been written by anyone but a poetess who has gone through the labor Mother Nature imposes upon the one who creates. If not for Yuri’s sensitivity and capability, this book wouldn’t have been born.” _ Yo Nakayama, poet and translator. (full text of the review below)

“The prose is unvarnished, unflinchingly personal and adroit in quickly juggling themes of child abuse, racism and sexuality while maintaining a narrative flow …. Kageyama’s poems have addressed stereotypes about race and gender roles. They’re made even more powerful when Kageyama recites them with collaborators such as Ghanaian percussionist Winchester Nii Tete on African drums and Keiji Kubo on didgeridoo. Against the backdrop of a traditional Noh stage, it’s a heady, globalized mix of words and music.” _ Tim Hornyak in No. 1 Shimbun, February 2016: full text in this link.

“Kageyama’s images, scoured, purged of ornamentation, can have the effect of a stun gun …. The focus in Kageyama’s work is less on beauty, which can be delusional, than on truth. Serious literature, we realize, does not exist to comfort and mollify us, but to unnerve and agitate.” Stephen Mansfield in a review of “The New and Selected Yuri _ Writing From Peeling Till Now” in The Japan Times, Aug. 14, 2011. (full text below)

“One of the most obvious things to note offhand about Yuri Kageyama’s writings is that they reveal the anger at the heart of the racialized minority’s experience …. She reminds us that there are so many things to be angry about, so many ways to express that anger, and so many ways that anger pushes one to actually go out and do something …. Kageyama pushes us to think of anger as a way to reconsider racialized and gendered subjectivities, the power dynamics that bind and constrain and that one must resist.” Stephen Hong Sohn, Assistant Professor, English Department Stanford University, in a review of “The New and Selected Yuri _ Writing From Peeling Till Now” in Asian American Literature Fans Sunday Mega Review Round-Up, Nov. 6, 2011. (full text below) 

“OBA-SAN! Rebel yell at the Bowery Poetry Club. Poems address Japanese/Asian women’s colonized identity _ brilliant. Really impressed. Love the poem about the sexual crisis between Japanese men and women.” Peter Yeoh, Asia Managing Editor of Glass (Conde Nast) magazine on “Story of Miu,” by Yuri Kageyama, April 1, 2012, at the Bowery Poetry Club in New York, directed by Carla Blank, with dancer Yuki Kawahisa and music performed and composed by Pheeroan akLaff with accompaniment by Tecla Esposito.

“Yuri – behind that prim Japanese face lurks a sultry demoness of words.” Geraldine Kudaka, author of “Numerous Avalanches at the Point of Intersection.”

“Her poetry is a spiritual song that echoes across the borders of cultures, race and gender.” Yoshiaki Tago, director of “Talking TAIKO,” “Worst Contact” and “Maid in Akihabara,” and filmmaker of “NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA: Meditation on an Under-Reported Catastrophe by a Poet.” 

“I found myself in turns challenged and entertained by the sheer soul-force of the person who comes shining through these words. Close to the heart, close to the soul, deeply human and remarkable.” Ravi Chandra, author of “a fox peeks out: poems.” full text below.

“Yuri Kageyama is a shrewd denizen of the water-world, savage caricaturist, a ghostly wraith, perpetual exile and huge-passioned troublemaker.” Richard Oyama, author of “The Country They Know.”

“Her gaze is honest, direct and outspoken.” Donald Richie, author of “The Films of Akira Kurosawa.”

“These are the stories most in need of being heard, and her crisp-but-provocative writing provides a vehicle both uncomfortable and enjoyable.” _ Todd Ellis. (full text below and on his site)

“Then you pick up ‘The New and Selected Yuri.’ Then you reach into her body and pull out her heart and turn it around in your hand as you listen to everything it has to say. You listen, and you learn. You tremble. And you weep. It makes no difference if you’re male or female. You weep. There’s not much laughter in the selected Yuri. Hers is not a humorous point of view. But it’s real. It shimmers. It envelopes you. It smells and tastes full of reality. There is no Chanel between the lines of Yuri’s prose and poetry. There’s blood. There’s the reek of death. There’s the shadow of a life that cannot be, a worm, she calls it. There’s reality. Not seen through a glass darkly, but glared at in the full light of day, often with the help of a 7X magnifying glass. You may not love everything Yuri has written, but you’ll not soon forget it. How much more power can I put into a recommendation? Try it. Just try it.” Charles T. Whipple, author of “A Matter of Tea,” 2010 Oaxaca International Literature Competition winner.

“Yuri Kageyama sings of love, jazz and everyday life.” Milton Murayama, author of “All I Asking For Is My Body.”

Beautiful, undulating sequence of poems across time and space by Yuri Kageyama and Sandile Ngidi, engaging with what COVID means or cannot mean. Conversations between Japan and South Africa, and beyond. Love the way it starts and ends with plants and petals. What explorations.” Janet Remmington, editorial director, researcher, writer with The Humanities Research Centre at the University of York, Department of African Literature at the University of the Witwatersrand, Poetry Translation Centre and Finding Africa on “MAGIC 50 COVID19 POEMS” by Sandile Ngidi and Yuri Kageyama (Aug. 31, 2020 ~ April 5, 2021) published in KONCH literary magazine Spring/Summer 2021 issue, edited and published by Ishmael Reed and Tennessee Reed. 

I appreciate your authenticity a lot since the first time I read your work. Nowadays, this quality is very rare. Your deep words are the reflection of your pure and beautiful soul.”     Mitsuru, a poet.

That was beautiful. Made me cry. You’re a gifted writer!”  Baye McNeil, author, media consultant, columnist. 

“I like Yuri’s poetry very much because it has a distinct style that’s not mediocre or clingy.” Osaki Haniya, Japanese poet and collaborator. 

“Journalist of conscience.”  Brian May, musician, lead guitarist and co-founder of rock band Queen, astrophysicist.

“She has a way with words.” Tom Dygard, author of children’s books and longtime Tokyo bureau chief for The Associated Press.

“These poems convey an intelligent, sensitive and sexual woman who enjoys life to the full, and who can express herself in a language filled to excess with energy.“
The Mainichi Daily News.

“In her collection of new and selected poems, Kageyama debunks cultural stereotypes and explores how racism and sexism scar people.” Cornell Alumni Magazine.

“Yuri Kageyama has consistently and uncompromisingly traversed and bucked the social boundaries, between two continents, within two countries, Japan and U.S., with biting sarcasm and sexual frankness. She peels back the Fetish of silk black hair, kimono layers, polite smiles harnessing pain, enryo and gaman, to reveal with raw honesty, deep insight and erotic unabashedness, the passions of the flesh and human creativity seeking self-expression in defiance of a sexist, racist and violent society.” Genny Lim, author of “Paper Angels” and “Wings of Lai Ho.”


Yuri Kageyama, with her epic poem, has earned a place among the leading world poets. This work proves that the poet as a journalist can expose conditions that are ignored by the media. _ Ishmael Reed poet, essayist, playwright, publisher, lyricist, author of MUMBO JUMBO, THE LAST DAYS OF LOUISIANA RED and THE COMPLETE MUHAMMAD ALI, MacArthur Fellowship, professor at the University of California Berkeley, San Francisco Jazz Poet Laureate (2012-2016).

NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA is a commentary on what it means to be human in the 21st Century. While we are divided by race, ethnicity, language, geography and culture, the essence of our humanity remains constant. In NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA, the cast, director and playwright all come together to create a montage of courage, uncertainty and hope in the face of disaster. _ Basir Mchawi producer, community organizer and radio show host at WBAI Radio in New York, who has taught at the City University of New York, public schools and independent Black schools.

Awesome music and dancing! The haunting drumming, dazzling satire and the golden heart of a poet in protest. Nothing is under control when the environment is under siege. Aluta! _ Sandile Ngidi poet, Zulu/English translator, journalist and critic.

A truly emotional experience. _ Liliana Perez child psychologist and Ph.D.

A vital story of our times. Spoken word and music from a talented multicultural ensemble. A beacon of light in a darkening world. _ Paul Armstrong artistic director at International Arts Initiatives, a Vancouver-based nonprofit for cultural advancement through the arts and education.

I welcomed NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA _ into my consciousness, with deep gratitude, seeing it twice, two days in succession _ all the while marveling at the tough yet faithful production and its dedication to truth-telling. _ David Henderson poet, co-founder of Umbra and the Black Arts Movement, author of “‘Scuse Me While I Kiss the Sky. Jimi Hendrix: Voodoo Child.”

Tragically, Fukushima is still constantly being shaken by earthquakes. NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA echoes the mourning of Bon Odori dance to warn us again and again that the nuclear age of post-World War II Japan has never ended. _ Hisami Kuroiwa movie producer and executive for “The Shell Collector,” “”Lafcadio Hearn: His Journey to Ithaca,” “Sunday,” “Bent” and the Silver Bear-winning “Smoke.”

Her collage-like piece weaves together lyrical monologues, sword dance, film and live music that blends jazz, taiko drumming and minyo folks songs. In the Fukushima of 2017, goes one line late in the play, “the authorities say they are playing it safe, when no one really feels safe.” _ Lily Janiak writer for The San Francisco Chronicle.

It’s the kind of piece that keeps this from being forgotten. With all the other things going on in this world, we can forget about this, and we have a distance from them. But this kind of piece can remind us to return to it and continually reconsider the choices we make in our society. _ Adam Hartzell writer at

This is a film that’s open to so many interpretations. I was stunned by the opening, although I believe the story is about the topic of discrimination, which then leads to Fukushima. The viewer is caught off guard, and it’s hard to grasp at first. And it moves so quickly, too quickly …. Depending on the person, everyone will feel differently about it. It is engaging, sensitive. _ Koichi Kouzen a Tokyo-based lawyer on labor and environment issues.   

Great music …. It left such an impression. A splendid performance. _ Seiko Takada musician, “Kaizoku” vocalist/guitarist.

Fukushima: Excellent musical accompaniment to poignant poetry, with minimal yet imaginative staging and choreography. Musicians were absolutely superb! _ Nana pianist and New Yorker.

Strong threads of a woman’s point of view …. Excellent ….The issue of motherhood in looking at Fukushima is well done. And the candid shots of Obon in Japan are fantastic in the background. As are the shots of rows and rows of radioactive materials in plastic bags, just left in rows upon rows in Fukushima. I thought the production was very good, technically excellent, and very illustrative of a Japan we don’t hear about after the 2011 triple disaster. Go see it. _ Peter Kenichi Yamamoto poet in San Francisco and coordinator at the National Japanese American Historical Society.

NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA is a memorable performance with well-researched narratives that throws you into a quest for humanity. _ Midori Nishimura Stanford University professor and medical doctor.

A powerful message not to forget: Fukushima. _ David Ushijima San Francisco business professional in retail, mobile, sensor-based and connected devices, Internet of Things.

What a delight was the new theater piece featuring Shigeko Suga, which did a short run at La MaMa. Ms. Suga and her fellow performers glided beautifully with wit, authority and grace through the stylized performances. See this show and be transported magically. _ George Ferencz co-founder of the Impossible Ragtime Theater, resident director at La MaMa (1982-2008), who has also directed at the Actors’ Theater of Louisville, Berkeley Rep and Cleveland Playhouse.

News that enraptures and engages through Sound. A Poet sings of the unreported calamity at Fukushima in NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA to Melvin Gibbs’ bass. _ Katsumi a Japanese living in New York.

The arc of history in every nation has its sadly forgotten men, women and children. Hauntingly powerful, NEWS FROM FUKUSHIMA draws our eyes and hearts back to an ongoing, under-reported tragedy. _ Curtis Chin Milken Institute fellow and former U.S. Ambassador.

It spoke of what’s most critically needed in this age. Despite advances in civilization and culture, the power of emotions has weakened, and people don’t know how to talk to each other. Everyone who took part in this performance, and those who came to see it, although of different races and thinking, all felt clearly the existence of what we know is so important, what we feel is so needed: Love. Love is not an abstract concept. It is about how we treasure our family, how we treat our lovers, our friends. I have lived to see many people who hurt others out of selfishness, betrayed others without qualms, and then went on to hide what they had done. But in the end, what is desired is not achieved, leaving only hunger, and, because of that, the cycle gets repeated again. What I saw here is not just cultural collaboration but what is at the center of that _ a warm feeling, and the expression of the message that the world cannot go on this way. I pray more people will be able to feel love through seeing this performance. I pray as someone who believes in love. _ Toshinori “Toshichael Jackson” Tani dancer, member of TL Brothers and instructor.

_AN EXCERPT FROM A REVIEW IN MS MAGAZINE (February 1985 issue), written by Mary Mackey, of “Yellow Silk,” a literary magazine in which Yuri Kageyama was published.   

What a pleasure to find someone _ Yuri Kageyama in this case _ actually discussing pregnancy as a sexual experience. “Cherish the man who takes a photograph of you, sitting in a shade of a tree, naked with your voluptuously rounded, stretched out stomach, rippling and lopsided with fetal movements.” Kageyama suggests “(Cherish) the man who cradles the swaddled newborn … (who) looks into your eyes and cries with you.”   

_FULL TEXTS of some of the reviews excerpted above:

THE YURICANE by Ishmael Reed
in a “Foreword for “THE NEW AND SELECTED YURI: Writing From Peeling Till Now,” an anthology published in 2011 of Yuri Kageyama’s poetry and other works.

They’ve called Yuri “cute” often during her life. She’s cute all right. Like a tornado is cute. Like a hurricane is cute. This Yuricane. I found that out when she was a student at the University of California at Berkeley in the 1970s. One of her poems about iconic white women became an underground hit on campus.

In 2009 the audience at New York City’s Bowery Poetry Club was also blown away by her poem, “Little YELLOW Slut,” a devastating look at the way Asian women are depicted in the media.

“The New and Selected Yuri” includes poems like this; the manner by which Japanese women are imprisoned behind a “Noh mask,” but Kageyama doesn’t leave it at that.

Unlike many American Gender First feminists,she is capable of understanding how men are also victims of outmoded customs, though they are not dismissed merely as “reproductive machines,” as one minister was caught saying in an unguarded moment. Women should be “quiet” and have bok choy ready when the men come home from
drinking with the boys.

It’s also the women, who bear the miscarriages, the abortions, the rapes, the beatings from a father, who, years later, can’t give an explanation for why he did it. In the United States, the white men who own the media and Hollywood blame the brutality against women on the poor and minority men. White middle class women, and their selected minority women, who want to remain on their payrolls in business, politics and academia, have become surrogates in this effort.

Courageously, Yuri Kageyama debunks this myth and correctly calls out men of all backgrounds and classes as women abusers. The father who inflicts gratuitous punishment upon his daughter is a NASA scientist.

These poems are honest. Blunt. When she says that writing a poem is like taking “a bungee jump,” she means it.

Very few of the world poets have Yuri Kageyama’s range. Her poems critique Japanese as well as American society. The Chikan. The arrogance of the gaijin, who, even when guests in a country, insist that everybody be like them. Some are erotic. You might find allusions to Richard Wright, Michelangelo, John Coltrane. Music is not only entertainment but like something that one injects, something that invades the nervous system.

I asked writer Haki Madhubuti, what he meant by African Centrism. He said that it was based upon selecting the best of African traditions.

Some of Yuri Kageyama’s poems might be considered Nippon Centric. She wants to jettison those customs that oppress both men and women, especially the women, and keep those of value. The Kakijun, The Enryo and The Iki.

Ishmael Reed
Oakland, California
July 8, 2010

THE NEW YURI AND SELECTED YURI: Writing From Peeling Till Now, by Yuri Kageyama. Ishmael Reed Publishing Company, 2011, 134 pp., $19.99 (paper)
Book review by Stephen Mansfield, THE JAPAN TIMES, Aug. 14, 2011.

In the babbling cosmos of contemporary literature, there have been a handful of distinguished cross-cultural writers who have made the English language their own. One thinks instinctively of Vladimir Nabokov, the Russian who maneuvered words with the elan of a chess master.

More proximate in time and place is the Tokyo-based Dutch writer, Hans Brinckman, a nonfiction author, who also happens to be a poet. Yuri Kageyama, a Japanese woman with an American background, appears to be perfectly at home with both cultures, but chooses to compose her poetry exclusively in English.

Like the manifesto loving European poets of the 1920s and 1930s, Kageyama’s intentions are concisely stated. In her Introduction she writes, “Racial stereotypes and sexuality have always been my obsessions.” These are themes fully explored in the pages that follow.

Kageyama’s images, scoured, purged of ornamentation, can have the effect of a stun gun. In one poem she writes:

SuperMom endures, her womb red and
heavy and big and open, wrenching out
babies and seaweed and stench.
SuperMom spurts out curdled milk like a
fountain in the desert.

In “For women only,” a poem about gender segregated carriages on the Tokyo subway, she infers that the issue of females being sexually harassed is grudgingly acknowledged, but shunted to the rear by more pressing concerns:

farthest from the ticket gates
the first car up front,
and the most dangerous
if we crash

After several dire warnings and premonitions about men and matrimony in the poems and short stories of this anthology, “After the storm” hints at the possibility of a mundane but precious happiness. The sexual fantasies and power infatuations of Western men are exposed in unsparing detail in “Little YELLOW Slut.”

A similar, worse-case treatment of male attitudes toward Asian women is dealt out in a later work, “an ode to the Caucasian male.”

The subject of casual duplicity is touched on in “Disco Chinatown,” when the author writes of male entitlement, of a man establishing proprietorial rights:

You tell me not to dance with anyone else
When I just met you tonight
And isn’t your old lady waiting at your

Unlike the writer Anais Nin, whose discreet affairs and erotic writings were sealed in the time capsule of diaries until after her death, Kageyama, a creature from a more divulging age, writes poems that celebrate the voluptuous.

Her artistic activities are documented in “Talking TAIKO,” movie in a DVD form by Yoshiaki Tago. It includes her live performances, commentary, interview snippets and contributions from several musicians, including the Ghanian master drummer Winchester Nii Tete. The performances remind us that the fusion of speech and drum, voice and animal hide, are among the most elemental and expressive of human sounds. Appearing in the flesh, Kageyama comes across as a supremely confident individual, in full control of her material, a person who appears to embody the idea that if an ordeal doesn’t destroy you, it will make you stronger.

The short stories, combining the economy of Jhumpa Lahiri with the hard-won maturity of vision that we associate with the novels of Margaret Atwood, are intimate portraits, segments of reality that allow us to eavesdrop on the intimate conversations of Asian women, or at least to imagine we are.

Beside the patent theme of death, “The Suicide” is about an inarticulate woman who manages to find her voice, only to have it silenced by her husband, though there is an ambiguity to the ending that offers hope. “The Father and the Son,” the final entry in the book, is a disturbing account of the conflicted relationship with a father, a respected scientist, prone, like so many highly educated Japanese males, to fits of domestic violence.

Because this is not feminist propaganda, the women in these narratives are not invariably strong-willed; nor do they necessarily stand up for their rights as we might hope. There are stories of women waiting patiently for men to improve, women who are prepared to make allowances, to cover up for shortcomings and inadequacies.

The focus in Kageyama’s work is less on beauty, which can be delusional, than on truth. Serious literature, we realize, does not exist to comfort and mollify us, but to unnerve and agitate.

With such a fierce and unsparing concatenation of images and observations on rape, parental abuse, loneliness, injustice, suicide, teenage abortion, racial slurs and human inanition, you could be forgiven for thinking this a joyless work. Although clearly not for the faint-hearted, Kageyama’s book of ordeals is full of life. And the rumble of authorial anger.

Asian American Literature Fans Sunday Mega Review Round-Up
THE NEW YURI AND SELECTED YURI: Writing From Peeling Till Now, by Yuri Kageyama. Ishmael Reed Publishing Company, 2011.
Book Review by Stephen Hong Sohn, Assistant Professor, English Department
Stanford University, Nov. 6, 2011.

Yuri Kageyama is a poet whose work I’ve long been wanting to read, especially since her chapbook “Peeling” has long been out of print. She’s been on the literary scene for a number of decades and her work is both direct and passionate.

In “The New and Selected Yuri,” we get a broad range of poetic works and short prose stories with topics ranging from racism, fetishism, abortion, activism, interracial desire, among other such issues.

There’s a lengthier narrative track toward the end of the collection that comes off as playscript: a dialogue between a younger woman named Miu and someone named “Me,” perhaps the ghostly authorial double.

While earlier sections are obviously very pro-choice in terms of the topic of abortion, what’s really interesting in “The Story of Miu” is the question of reproduction and what it means for the ostensible mother.

At one point, “me” states: “I try to tell young women this every chance I get, but it’s the most important experience in life to have a child, Okay?” (108).

Later, when Miu goes through with an abortion, we see that these words of wisdom do not necessarily bear fruit in this specific story. It’s interesting to see Kageyama represent this particular reproductive politic in light of so many of the other poems and reveals a complicated and contoured approach to imagining so-called womanhood.

One of the most obvious things to note offhand about Yuri Kageyama’s writings is that they reveal the anger at the heart of the racialized minority’s experience.

Anger tends to be undertheorized as a complicated and nuanced affectual impulse within cultural studies.

The literary critic Sue J. Kim is currently exploring this topic I believe and I am reminded of it when I read Kageyama’s work; she reminds us that there are so many things to be angry about, so many ways to express that anger, and so many ways that anger pushes one to actually go out and do something.

Sometimes anger is seen to be an emotional impulse that cuts off, or at worst, is simply an uncalculated violence, but Kageyama pushes us to think of anger as a way to reconsider racialized and gendered subjectivities, the power dynamics that bind and constrain and that one must resist.

In this way, I like to think of Kageyama as a kind of throwback, really rooted in the women of color, post Civil Rights activist poetics, moving strongly in line with others such as Janice Mirikitani, Nellie Wong, Kitty Tsui, and Merle Woo.

I found this work particularly refreshing in this regard and Kageyama is not necessarily always going for the most lyrically and aesthetically crafted line, but uses elements like anaphora and repetition to strike out at and bring in the audience.

Indeed, I can’t imagine some of these poems without an actual performance and it’s very clear that there is a spoken word dynamic that would lend increased heft to the collection.

The fact that the book was put out by the Ishmael Reed Publishing Group is obviously no accident. Ishmael Reed has long had a very strong engagement with Asian American literary circles, especially and most famously with the “Aiiieeeee!!!” editors way back in the day.

Thus, this book reminds me of the strong comparative minority engagements that we sometimes forget about as we work through our respective race and ethnic studies areas.

A powerful work and I’m especially glad there is a way to access Kageyama’s writings in one collected source.

Saying it her own way
Book review by Yo Nakayama in Kyoto Review, 22, Spring 1989
of “Peeling” by Yuri Kageyama, I. Reed Books, Berkeley, CA

New and important. Yuri Kageyama was born in Japan, but grew up in American culture.
Her work as contrasted with those of previous generations is very articulate and beautiful.
Should you take up this, her collection of poetry, you’ll find 32 exciting poems under five different sections.
In the first section she remembers time spent with her mother. Yuri seems to know where she is from, as here in a poem in which she describes her mother’s profile.

Her face from the side
the cheekbones distinct
is an Egyptian profile sculpture
an erotic Utamaro ukiyoe

and her mother’s lessons:

As soon as I would awake some chilly morning, she would
tell me to go smell the daphne bushes leading to our door.
I still remember their fresh fruitlike pungence

As Yuri grows older, she becomes uncomfortable with her mother and begins to hate her and her culture, which is alien to the American scene.

I dread your touch
when you return
that melts the hurt and vengeance
of wishing
to strangle you

Yuri feels almost physically hurt when she thinks of it. This is one of the characteristics your easily notice in her poetry. She is a physical writer, by which I mean that Yuri tries to write out of her own physical senses, especially when she talks about her involvement with music. In a short poem, “Music Makes Love to Me,” she confesses, “Music makes love to me everyday/ spilling cooled cucumber seeds/ wet flat disks to the tongue/ tickling/ shooting them with exalta-jaculation into my ear//” or in the section “Thought Speak,” she conveys her inner sensations as she listens to music:

the frantic flap of love doves taking dawn pre-cognizing flight
outside our window
the silence
between/your kisses

Or she describes her inner world as follows:

eyes closed
forsaken bamboo forest of the mind
hands groping
burrowing darkness like the earth
reaching out
shaking blood
muted and alone

As a young Japanese woman living in America, Yuri is constantly exposed to the situation that she has to say what she has to say: she, however, says it her own way, and I like it very much.
“A Categorical Analysis of the Asian Male or the Guide to Safe and Sane Living for the Asian Female” is a very funny piece in which she says there are four types: the Street Dude or “Lumberjack,” the Straight Dude or “Stereotype,” the Out There Dude or “Bum,” and finally the type four she calls the Ideal Dude, but this is the “Obake,” or the ghost, that is, she says “the perfect man who does not exist.” Once, Filipino writer Carlos Bulosan wrote that in America being a Filipino is a crime. And Yuri is, she says, “tired of the laundry men/ and the dirty restaurant cooks (cuz) they don’t have the powers.”

it’s okay
you see only the race in me
It’s okay
cuz, white man,
you have
to give

The best part of the book is, however, that which deals with her physical intimacy with her lovers and her own baby. She could have written a categorical analysis of a male partner or the guide to safe and safe mating for a serious woman as well. Only after she has a baby of her own, she begins to realize the importance of the “Strings/Himo,” which she once wanted so badly to break out and couldn’t. Her reflection on the total life: “Having Babies Versus Having Sex” is the final poem in this book. When she sees her man rocking the baby, and looks into Isaku’s eyes and cries with him, she reaches her conclusion: this is the culmination of her womanhood.

Your eyes
Are my eyes
That see and see what I have seen
They can’t ever understand
The love of a Japanese woman
Who waits
Pale powdered hands
Eyes downcast night pools of wetness
Fifteen years for her samurai lover
And when he comes back

Nothing’s changed
Nothing’s changed

These poems could never have been written by anyone but a poetess who has gone through the labor Mother Nature imposes upon the one who creates. If not for Yuri’s sensitivity and capability, this book wouldn’t have been born.

Richard Oyama for ASIAN WEEK, Dec. 29, 1979.

G.R. Watanabe and Yuri Kageyama are presenting “New Music and Poetry from Unreality” at the Chinese Cultural Center. Yuri Kageyama will be reading her poetry with music composed by Gordon Watanabe as well as two compositions by John Coltrane and McCoy Tyner. The program will also feature choreo-poems by Joyce Umamoto and slides of graphic works by artist Kyoko Yamanouchi. Following an intermission, Russel Baba, Kenny Endo and Watanabe will perform their own music. The theme is “Conscious Unconsciousness.”

One of the impressive things about the artists and musicians on this program is the power and passion of their art, the risks they are willing to take, and their absolute refusal to play it safe. They take the chance of making misakes, possibly offending the audience or turning our expectations upside down in order to communicate the full range of their emotions.

By turns, Yuri Kageyama’s poetry is sensuous, erotic, exquisitely delicate or brutally raw, drawing much of her imagery from Japanese culture. Her poems demonstrate a love of language, a fine eye for detail and a watercolor-like transparency. She reads poems which describe the disco subculture in Chinatown in all its low-life flash and nihilistic gang violence that wastes the youth. Her love poems are lyrical and deeply felt.

Probably the most controversial aspect of her work is the intimate description of sex it contains. One may say that the boundary between pornography and art is not always clearly defined in her work, that the depictions of sexual brutality toward women may be overly graphic or even titillating. I prefer to think that these are the risks she takes. Sex is an appropriate theme of subject for literature and the other arts. In this respect, her work shares an interest with such contemporary works as Anais Nin’s Erotica and Nagisa Oshima’s In the Realm of the Senses.

But perhaps her most successful poems are the ones composed for jazz musicians. These jazz poems are vivid, highly impressionistic, evocative word-paintings which pay homage to their music. The poems attain a remarkable intensity of emotion, with an awareness of the physicality of jazz and the jazz musicians themselves. They are sprinkled with statements of Zen paradox which recognize the quality of transport that music possesses at its height, and its magical ability to somehow “express the inexpressible.” Writing of this kind is a difficult feat to achieve, yet Yuri Kageyama’s poems share with us the interior landscape she sees and feels in music. It is often quite beautiful. She sings of “the basic blues on the shamisen.”

“Listening to one’s voice within often entails moments of open silence,” Yuri says. “Like the internal space of a Japanese garden.” With other artists on this program, her work is important and deserves to be heard.

Book review by Ravi Chandra

I met Yuri Kageyama at an event honoring Ishmael Reed at LitQuake. Yuri performed her piece “Little YELLOW Slut,” a powerful spoken-word piece that punctuates stereotypes of Asian American women with the judgmental projection “Little YELLOW SluT.”

I was immediately taken by this piece, and was proud to soon be carrying Kageyama’s latest collection of work, which she generously gifted me in exchange for my modest first book, “a fox peeks out: poems.”

I was very impressed by Kageyama’s poetry and prose, which are both a tender and raw depiction of her Asian American sexuality and political mindset.

Some of the poems are in what’s now called the “wordfist” tradition, like “BIG WHITE BITCH,” taking aim at and taking down the oppressive forces of racism and sexism with a uniquely feminine yet tough-spoken mindset.

These are angry and direct. Some might find them shocking. But I found them vivid and real.

Others are a lament _ of childhood abuse by her rocket scientist father and of sitting next to him as he lay dying.

There are also many prose pieces. One discusses Japanese concepts such as Kakijun, Enryo and Iki. Another is a perhaps semi-autobiographical look back at 1970’s political-poetic movements in San Francisco.

Yet another is a dialogue between her and a younger Asian American woman living in Japan and struggling for relationship and power _ possibly a younger version of herself.

This is an emininently readable and enjoyable collection.

I found myself in turns challenged and entertained by the sheer soul-force of the person who comes shining through these words. Close to the heart, close to the soul, deeply human and remarkable. Recommended.

Book review by Tod Ellis on his site Dec. 27, 2016, of “The New and Selected Yuri: Writing From Peeling Till Now” Ishmael Reed Publishing Co., 2011.

Why hadn’t I heard of Yuri Kageyama before? She’s been quietly publishing poetry, essays, and short stories for over 30 years. Her style ranges between transgressive and journalistic, channeling similar frustrations as writers like Kathy Acker, but with a style devoid of flourish or absurdity. She’s published in journals and magazines, and had her one and only poetry collection, Peeling, published by her close friend and fellow author, Ishmael Reed, in 1988. The New and Selected Yuri, published in 2011, contains 41 short works of poetry and prose dating from 1978 to 2011. It contains short stories, essays, anecdotes, conversations, cultural explanations, and a wealth of poems.

Keeping with her 25-plus years of experience in journalism, her vision and messages are concentrated: She’s primarily chronicling the injustices of both the East and the West against women and minorities; how those injustices are fostered between individuals who otherwise should know better, but instead feed into biases and persecutions without understanding why or how. Her relationship with her father is defined by such a contrast — his high education and contributions towards NASA’s space program, and the physical abuse of his child — and seems to inspire much of the cognitive dissonance she explores:

when I got older and got the nerve
I asked him why he had done that
what was he thinking?
I wanted to know
and he said he didn’t know
he helped us get to the moon but
the rocket scientist didn’t know
he couldn’t remember why he hit me at all
Loc. 405, from “rocket scientist”

Yuri’s writing shouldn’t be this obscure. In her journalism and in her personal writing, she seeks out the unspoken stories of minorities or the disadvantaged* — and where do you go from there? These are the stories most in need of being heard, and her crisp-but-provocative writing provides a vehicle both uncomfortable and enjoyable.

Asian women have narrow roles to fulfill in both America and Japan. Americans need her and other Asian-American women to meet gross stereotypes (be grateful that white men might like you; accept their sexual invitations as gifts; your poetry and anger is an erotic invitation; you’re an unthinking target; feel honored to be desired). ‘Asian American Art Story’ — possibly nonfiction(?) — and ‘the Story of Miu‘ — definitely nonfiction — are favorites here. The narrator of the former is forcibly excised from her own cultural group for being a woman with strong opinions and aspirations; the latter is Yuri’s exchanges with a young woman named Miu who was then oppressed by young men pushing their sexual expectations on her.

It’s not always about sex, though: A culture’s religion can be just as oppressive, however loving the message. ‘The Nunnery’ is a story of two young Japanese girls attending a Christian school. Even the inviting religion ostracizes them based simply on physical traits — once a year, a graduating student is chosen to represent the Virgin Mary based on their academic performance, but the two leads are automatically disqualified because of their black hair and Asian features. If they’re disqualified from getting rewarded, why bother giving schoolwork their full attention? It just feeds a garbage cycle of oppression and bias. It’s gross.

Japan’s no different, currently confused by a cultural crisis as women seek educations and work in a society that suggests they keep quiet behind their Noh masks, as seen in ‘the Suicide’:

“[Women] don’t think, and, if we did, maybe I’d [kill myself], too. Or, at least, go away, some place far, by myself, and try to find a better way out. Yet then,” she smiled faintly, “there may be none. It’s like staring deeply into the fire. After a while, one feels one is inside the fire, an one wants to jump in and burn until nothing is left.” She paused. “I wake up at night, sometimes, and I get filled with the passion of wanting to die. Everything is so unbearable. Except dying _”
“Didn’t you hear? I told you to stop.”
Loc. 920, from ‘the Suicide’

She stops. And, Noh mask back on, returns to being a quiet and unfeeling thing.

‘Ikiru,’ her story of family loss and aging, was particularly difficult. Yuri’s relationship with her mom was nearly as deleterious as her relationship with her dad, and the turmoil she feels on seeing her mom waste away from pancreatic cancer is painfully accurate. Particularly of not being able to say what you’d like to say before it’s too late, and the guilt that comes after. You have all that time of watching someone whither away, and yet communication is still broken and miserable. There’s no reconciliation.

Admittedly, much of Yuri’s poetry went over my head, or I just feel inadequate rationalizing how to judge its free-verse structure. Poems like ‘rocket scientist,’ ‘Little YELLOW Slut,’ and ‘an ode to the Caucasian male’ were just as angry and clear as her best stories and essays, but many of the others lead my eyes to glaze over, lost from the writer’s thought processes. It’s clear much of her work is best heard — spoken-word poetry — and the introductions to the collection suggest as much. The worst stories and essays suffer the same: Rough editing (or the stream-of-consciousness prose-poetry in some parts) sometimes left me behind.

The New and Selected Yuri is a necessary collection of stories and poetry, but is hurt by the sometimes-clunky formatting. Given the rhythm of the poetry, too, I wish I could see Yuri perform them (as she does here!). Still, Yuri’s stories and poems cover the unspoken stories and perspectives of the Asian-American and Japanese women — something absent from and required in our cultures’ narratives — with style. Maybe not so much class, but the misogyny and racism she fights against is so bafflingly stupid and patronizing, who’s to say it deserves it?

THE MANY LIVES OF YURI KAGEYAMA by Tim Hornyak in No. 1 Shimbun February 2016 issue.

Issue: A veteran AP reporter reflects on creative passion and the poetics of journalism.

It is human duty to perform this act regularly, like a religious ritual, in homage, in honor, to give thanks, no matter its futility,” writes Yuri Kageyama. She’s writing about sex specifically menopause sex in the middle of a short story about her family. The prose is unvarnished, unflinchingly personal and adroit in quickly juggling themes of child abuse, racism and sexuality while maintaining a narrative flow.

Japan watchers and reporters in Tokyo may be familiar with Kageyama from seeing her at press conferences and reading her stories or her updates on Twitter, where she has more than 20,000 followers. She’s a veteran reporter who has been with Associated Press in Tokyo and the U.S. for 25 years. Her recent articles have covered everything from Takashi Murakami’s latest pop art creations to electronics giant Toshiba’s damaging accounting scandal and Tokyo Electric Power’s struggle to dismantle the crippled Fukushima Dai-ichi nuclear power plant as well as the campaign by Japanese activists to allow married couples to have different surnames.

That versatility is also manifest in her creative side. Published in 2009, the short story “The Father and the Son” reflects one of the many facets of Kageyama as a creative writer. She has published two books of poetry and prose and her work has been included in literary journals and websites.

“I became a writer because I want to be honorable,” Kageyama says at a cafe in Shiodome, home to the AP’s Tokyo bureau. “I want to do beautiful things and live my life in a way that is meaningful. I became a journalist because I like to write and that was one way you could get paid.”

Serendipity knocks

Kageyama is also a self-described novice filmmaker and a performance artist who draws upon her background and experiences living in two cultures. Born in Aichi Prefecture, Kageyama grew up in Tokyo, Maryland and Huntsville, Alabama, where her father, an engineer, worked on NASA’s Apollo program, which landed Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin on the moon in 1969. While studying sociology in the 1970s at the University of California at Berkeley, she got her start in journalism by writing articles for community newspapers. One of her professors urged her to pursue a career in news, persuading her that the prospects were better than academia and that journalism is a form of sociology anyway. Then a serendipitous event sealed her destiny. When she was job hunting in Japan in the mid-eighties, she went to the Japan Times office to get a copy of the classifieds to look through the help-wanted ads.

“I walked in and told the subscriptions desk that I needed the ad section,” Kageyama recalls. “And then the managing editor walked up and said, ‘Why don’t you just work here?’”

It was the easiest job interview ever especially since she hadn’t even submitted her resume. At the Japan Times, she was in charge of putting out the weekly edition and then worked in the general news department, doing everything from reporting to captions to layout. In 1990, she joined the AP and has since produced investigative reports, such as a 2012 story showing that scientists who helped determine radiation exposure limits in Japan accepted trips paid for by Japanese nuclear plant operators. A 2014 article, written with Richard Lardner and based on Freedom of Information Act requests, uncovered questionable handling of sexual abuse cases among U.S. military personnel serving in Japan. The story added fuel to a campaign to change the way sexual assault cases are prosecuted by commanders.

Rock me like a Yuricane

While at UC Berkeley, Kageyama met her mentor Ishmael Reed, an author and educator who published her first poem, “A Song for the Big White Bitch.” Reed later compared the raw power of her writing to a hurricane, and dubbed her the Yuricane, which is now the name of her spoken word and world music band. With titles like “Little YELLOW Slut,” “Assumptions” and “an ode to the Caucasian male,” Kageyama’s poems have addressed stereotypes about race and gender roles. They’re made even more powerful when Kageyama recites them with collaborators such as Ghanaian percussionist Winchester Nii Tete on African drums and Keiji Kubo on didgeridoo. Against the backdrop of a traditional Noh stage, it’s a heady, globalized mix of words and music, especially when the topic is making love to younger men.

Kageyama’s “News From Fukushima” is a multilayered dance, music and spoken-word piece that was staged at New York’s La MaMa Experimental Theater in September 2015. It’s one example of a subject that Kageyama has explored both as an artist and journalist, having spent many days covering press conferences at Tokyo Electric Power’s office after the March 11, 2011 cataclysm and later visiting the disaster zone; it also incorporates elements of racism, sexism and abortion as well as friendship between women.

“I always felt that literature was superior to journalism that it took more talent to write a real poem than an article,” Kageyama says, “but when the disaster happened, I realized how powerless poetry can be, and that people need journalism in the wake of a disaster. When Fukushima happened, I realized it was the story of my life.”

Switching from an objective, fact-oriented writing approach for an AP story (while observing AP style, of course) and then going home to write a free-form poem or essay about the same topic, yet with a deeply personal angle, has never been a problem for Kageyama. For instance, she has writ-ten both articles and a poem about Kenji Goto, the Japanese video journalist beheaded by Islamic State militants in January 2015.

“You have all of this emotion, and you contain that to do the AP story what are you going to do with all the emotion that’s left?” she asks. “It has to come out in some way. Then I have to write a poem. By being engaged in the world, your poems are certainly going to be better.”

Wearing many hats

Kageyama’s lyrics were recently highlighted in “I Will Bleed,” a song she wrote with Indian singer-songwriter Trupti Pandkar that was inspired by Chikamatsu’s Sonezaki Shinju, the famous bunraku puppet play about love suicides. It speaks of crossing boundaries, with lines such as “Not afraid of different tongues/Our blood joined will make us one. ” The slow, soulful tune was a finalist in the R&B category in the 2015 UK Songwriting Contest and will be included on a forthcoming CD that Kageyama, Trupti and bassist Hiroshi Tokieda are working on. Meanwhile, Kageyama is trying to get her Fukushima piece staged in another city and has a children’s book in the works with an illustrator. She’s determined to keep up her creative output despite the demands of her reporting job and will continue to draw inspiration from news events and collaborations with other artists.

“I’m not that inhibited about what art is or where borders lie, because my life has been about defying borders, so I don’t think that there’s such a thing as what is proper,” Kageyama says. “I’m not writing to please anybody. I think rules are there to be broken and you cross the borders and you see what happens. That’s one of the better things we have going in life.”

Poem for Kenji Goto, a journalist, Feb. 1, 2015

by Yuri Kageyama

i have already written about you another journalistyour story as a hostagesomewhere far awayin a wind-blowing desertyour story abouthow it all endedtodayi do not know youbut i have to write somethingelse for youthis poemit just doesn’t seem rightunless i dopeople say you caredyou were great to work withyou will live on in our heartsyou laugh in your own videos“No matter what happens to me,”you say before you leave,“I will always love the people of Syria.” you are calmyou look straight into the camerayou are gentle in your deathyou are brave in your deathi just have to write thisin even that videoyou are beautiful

Tim Hornyak is a freelance writer who has worked for IDG News, CNET News, Lonely Planet and other media. He is the author of Loving the Machine: The Art and Science of Japanese Robots.