ドーナツの穴は“死”“空虚”

ドーナツの穴は死、空虚
だから我々はドーナツで遊ぶ

穴の事を忘れるために
人間は宗教を作ったのだろうか

その穴の空虚は個人の空虚
個人の完璧な空っぽ
誰かの空っぽじゃない
私の空っぽは無音でも
木々はざわめいているし
犬は吠えている


琵琶の“間”は死、空虚

その“間”はドーナツから切り離せない
肉体から“死”が切り離せないように

だから私は音楽を作るのだろうか

“死”“空虚”を忘れようと思えば思うほど
その存在は強く濃くなる

だからアーティストは
“死”に取り憑かれてしまうのだろうか


The hole in a donut is death, emptiness.
That’s why we play with donuts.

Did humans create religion
to forget about the hole?

That emptiness is a personal void,
a perfect emptiness of the self.
It doesn’t belong to anyone else.
Even if my emptiness is silent,
the trees still murmur,
the dogs still bark.

The “ma” of the biwa is death, emptiness.

That “ma” cannot be separated from the donut,
just as “death” cannot be separated from the body.

Is that why I create music?

The more I try to forget “death” and “emptiness,”
the stronger, the denser they become.

Is that why artists
become possessed by death?