The word creative drives me crazy. I don’t like to regard it as therapy.

Deception is necessary. Disguises, too.
When I wrap this cloak around me,
I change into a barefoot, pious fellow

Two verticals lie down,
each to the other, a horizon,
each to the other,

How strange to be sitting in this room,
to be noticing the windows — clearer than air—
how they let in everything, the leaves,

1. Fat Man
(Shokado)

Clearly, the man eats too much.