Tale of a Butcher Shop

[Buraku]

There is a traditional butcher shop, where a family does it all, from the slaughter to sales. It is the Kitade Butcher Shop in Osaka, which is famous for providing great meat for over 100 years. As their slaughterhouse is demolished, their century-old family business reaches a crisis. Tale of a Butcher Shop begins with the family’s last slaughter. The entire process of killing the cow, peeling off the leather, and cleaning the intestines is revealed without filtering, but the family’s attitude toward the cow is that of respect rather than cruelty. Such an attitude is perhaps the driving force behind their victory over social prejudices that have suppressed them. The prejudice that touching meat is debased work is not as strong today as it once was and so the world based on the logic of capitalism quietly looks on without judgement. (CHO Young-jung)
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Hanabusa Aya was born in Tokyo in 1974 and graduated from Jiyugakuen University in 1994. After gaining production experience with a film company, she went freelance. In 2010, her first film Holy Island described the people of Iwaishima and their 30-year resistance to the construction of the Kaminoseki Nuclear Power Station. Her Filmes included Holy Island (2010) and Tale of a Butcher Shop (2013).

[GomiGirl]

This reminded me of something I read this week on Facebook:

December 13
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the -ku,
Nothing was stirring, ‘cept bosozoku.
On gas fan heaters, fishnet stocking were tossed.
Because in Japan, Christmas’ meaning is lost.

Under the kotatsu, Jiji was snoring,
Too much shochu again, but it keeps him from whoring.
Ma wrapped in sweatpants, the goods locked down tight,
Slept with the kids, for we’d had a big fight.

When out on the balcony I heard a big deal,
Betchya perv’s back, casin’ panties to steal.
I ran to the window and tripped over the laundry,
Stepped on a lego and cursed my dire quandary.

Big Win Pachinko’s signs were aglow,
Lighting in neon, the scene down below.
Then with my wondering eyes I observed,
A big reefer truck, parked up on the curb.

With a large strapping driver, so handsome and spry.
I knew in a moment, it was The Meat Guy.
To the back of his truck, he swung open the doors,
And called out his wares, like a pimp pimpin’ whores.

“Great turkeys and hams and chicken and pork,
Steaks so tender they cut with a fork!
Sausages, meat pies, and kangaroo too,
Like a processing plant, attached to a zoo!”

Tasty treats filled the air as he called them by name,
Swirling, twirling around like a meat hurricane.
In a flash all the goods were packed up in a box,
And brought to my doorstep at minimal cost.

He barged into my kitchen, “You’ve nothing to fear.”
As he helped himself to my very last beer.
Then he filled up the fridge, with bacon and cheese.
Tossed me a flank steak, barked “Grill this now please.”

So we fired up the Weber, with smoke chips and oak,
Whipped up marinade and let the meat soak.
Like the incredible howling of two dogs in heat,
Came the sizzle of beef, when fire first licked on meat.

Just a couple of turns, to sear in the flavor,
Then a sprinkle of salt, it’s ready to savour.
With a steak on the plate, and a whiskey in hand,
The Meat Guy and I felt like kings in this land.

Much too soon the last bite had entered my belly,
And The Meat Guy was off, all my friends would be jelly.
Now I had all I needed for the big Christmas meal,
No KFC this year, this holiday’s real.

Off to his truck, he bounced like a kitten,
Tore up the ticket the green hats had written.
I heard him shout out, as he put it in gear,
“Don’t just buy meat now, but all through the year!”

http://www.TheMeatGuy.jp --> Order over the weekend for a smooth delivery before Christmas. You can choose a delivery date and a delivery time, we deliver on the weekends, on any holiday, before Christmas, during Christmas and even after Christmas.

From the sublime to the ridiculous?

[J.A.F.O]

This reminded me of something I read this week on Facebook:

December 13
‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the -ku,
Nothing was stirring, ‘cept bosozoku.
On gas fan heaters, fishnet stocking were tossed.
Because in Japan, Christmas’ meaning is lost.

Under the kotatsu, Jiji was snoring,
Too much shochu again, but it keeps him from whoring.
Ma wrapped in sweatpants, the goods locked down tight,
Slept with the kids, for we’d had a big fight.

When out on the balcony I heard a big deal,
Betchya perv’s back, casin’ panties to steal.
I ran to the window and tripped over the laundry,
Stepped on a lego and cursed my dire quandary.

Big Win Pachinko’s signs were aglow,
Lighting in neon, the scene down below.
Then with my wondering eyes I observed,
A big reefer truck, parked up on the curb.

With a large strapping driver, so handsome and spry.
I knew in a moment, it was The Meat Guy.
To the back of his truck, he swung open the doors,
And called out his wares, like a pimp pimpin’ whores.

“Great turkeys and hams and chicken and pork,
Steaks so tender they cut with a fork!
Sausages, meat pies, and kangaroo too,
Like a processing plant, attached to a zoo!”

Tasty treats filled the air as he called them by name,
Swirling, twirling around like a meat hurricane.
In a flash all the goods were packed up in a box,
And brought to my doorstep at minimal cost.

He barged into my kitchen, “You’ve nothing to fear.”
As he helped himself to my very last beer.
Then he filled up the fridge, with bacon and cheese.
Tossed me a flank steak, barked “Grill this now please.”

So we fired up the Weber, with smoke chips and oak,
Whipped up marinade and let the meat soak.
Like the incredible howling of two dogs in heat,
Came the sizzle of beef, when fire first licked on meat.

Just a couple of turns, to sear in the flavor,
Then a sprinkle of salt, it’s ready to savour.
With a steak on the plate, and a whiskey in hand,
The Meat Guy and I felt like kings in this land.

Much too soon the last bite had entered my belly,
And The Meat Guy was off, all my friends would be jelly.
Now I had all I needed for the big Christmas meal,
No KFC this year, this holiday’s real.

Off to his truck, he bounced like a kitten,
Tore up the ticket the green hats had written.
I heard him shout out, as he put it in gear,
“Don’t just buy meat now, but all through the year!”

http://www.TheMeatGuy.jp --> Order over the weekend for a smooth delivery before Christmas. You can choose a delivery date and a delivery time, we deliver on the weekends, on any holiday, before Christmas, during Christmas and even after Christmas.

From the sublime to the ridiculous?

I liked it. Jiji passed out on Shochu and stepping on kids toys in the middle of the night. Even the touch on bosozokus tells me he's a FG just making scratch. But I have a nice butcher close by so I won't be contacting the meat guy. Speaking of the butcher I'm gonna go get me a steak.