Ikkyū
The Zen Master Who Drank, Loved, and Called Everyone a Fraud
Zen does not come from sitting still.
They sent me to a monastery at six. I stayed, and then I left. I drank sake, wrote poems, and loved a courtesan named Mori. Rules are paper. Truth is ink. I have spilled more than most.
What I'm Into: sake cups, Mori's laughter, brush and ink, broken forms, the cries of the city
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