It's so strange to observe how I feel now when I see beautiful flowers. I do not
write a poem thinking about any particular woman. Though I have a couple of
women around, my heart does not throb anymore in spring when all creatures
have come to life, showing off their excessive beauty. Today, Iwas reading a
book sent by a Japanese poetess. It's amazing to see her versatile intersts in life.
I'm so single-minded in that sense. Without a keen sense of love, a carnal love,
I have nothing much to write about.
( April 8, 2oo7, Election Day for Tokyo Mayor)