Here's the poem Steve mentioned, "The Thin Man."
It's a short poem and it has very thin lines, which
I felt would be appropriate.
And I should, I think, explain that it
is a reply to a poem by a friend of mine called "The Fat Man."
That is, my friend isn't called "The Fat Man,"
not to his face anyway.
But he wrote a poem, which I like.
Though I couldn't sympathize with it
because he talked about what a great pleasure it
was to be fat, and therefore free to indulge yourself
in all the pleasures of the world, opened for you.
And I was trying to take the other side of the question.
It's a personal poem, in that sense.
"The Thin Man."
"I indulge myself in rich refusals, nothing suffices.
I hone myself to this edge.
Asleep, I am a horizon."
So there wasn't much to be said on my side of the question.
[LAUGHTER]
His poem goes on for about a page and a half.