Friday, January 7, 2011

Talk about opening our heart!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-F-MA-d3gts&feature=channel


There's n ot much to say except: "Enjoy this!"

I thank my friend Iva Jones for turning me on to these musicians:

Chritina Pluhar - L'Arpeggiata: Via Crucis (Version française)

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Lew Welch

What strange pleasure do they get who’d

Wipe whole worlds out

ANYTHING
To end our lives, our

Wild idleness?
But we have charms against their rage—
Must go on saying, “Look,
If nobody tried to live this way
All the work of the world would be in vain.”

And now and then a son, a daughter, hears it.

Now and then a son, a daughter

gets away.



This is a representation of Vimalakirti, more later. I wanted get an idea image of the "personage" out there...

Kandinsky: Curved Line Undulating Freely

Click the url below for the painting and also the rest of the show...

http://moma.org/interactives/exhibitions/2010/online/#works/01/13

This show is incredible. More than worth a whirl on the web page and if in NYC go, go, go...

Vasily Kandinsky (French, born Russia. 1866–1944). Ligne courbe librement ondulée (Curved Line Undulating Freely). 1925


Illustration for Kandinsky’s book Punkt und Linie zu Fläche (Point and Line to Plane), 1926. Ink and gouache on paper, 7 5/16 x 10 1/16" (18.5 x 25.6 cm). Centre Pompidou, Paris. Musée national d’art moderne/Centre de création industrielle. Bequest of Nina Kandinsky. Courtesy CNAC/MNAM/Dist. Réunion des Musées Nationaux/Art Resource, NY. © 2010 Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York/ADAGP, Paris

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In 1919–20, Kandinsky wrote a series of articles focused on various facets of modern art. One of these essays, “On Line,” inspired the title of this exhibition. Elaborating on themes broached there, the artist made this drawing and thirty-seven others as illustrations for his 1926 Bauhaus book Punkt und Linie zu Fläche (Point and line to plane), a treatise declaring the three nouns of its title to be the basic elements of art.


Called home and cell: no answer.

Just to say you have a companion.

With that, Master Ma and Dong Shan will come

Wherever and however we are.

Vulnerability!

With Love

Kotatsu

a bit too much cayenne.

Jesa down with a bug too: fever, chills, stuffed up; gunky.

There is the scaredy pants fascist in all of us isn't there?
Especially at the farthest reaches of what is we think we think is.
Often the farthest reaches aren't too far at all.

Black bean soup and rice for lunch; a bit too much cayenne.

Fudo Myo


“As a Zen Student you are challenged to find this intimacy in the ordinary, work-a-day, confrontive society you live in. How can you see with another’s eyes, or hear with another’s ears, across space and time or even face to face at the post office? If you steadfastly breathe “Mu” right through all feelings of anxiety when you are on your cushion, and if you ignore distractions and devote yourself to the matter at hand on other occasions, you will be like Pu-tang (Fudo) holding fast in the flames of hell. Those flames are the distressing aspects of your life, and in persevering you will surely enter the original realm.

Robert Aitken, The Gateless Gate.


http://www.moaart.or.jp/owned_e.php?id=53

Iris

Sunday, 3 October 2010


Iris


Poignant symbols gesture –

Flowers long before they are

Know they will but there

Is no guarantee even when

They press up through the

Crusted earth: their joy

This unknowing.

……

Liquid

Refreshment

Can be gotten

From the sky

@ the appropriate

Dew point!

……

Calamitous

Consequences

Receive

Lissome

Silhouettes

Writing as practice...co-evolving?

Writing is practice. Language, falling into language, is practice for me. Some say this is not so. The problem is that those who turn from language do not see how they are fooled by the narrative of self in relationship to other and believe in what they write or read or interpret as their character in the fulfillment of the escape dynamics of the narrative: I am real. I have come from there. I must escape to there. There is better than here. Thus do we all compete to get there, to be recognized as that rather than our current self image. Then when we successfully fulfill the role it is empty in a nihilistic sense because we know we made it up but we still think something else is real, what we were, and what we were was and always is the not. The not itself is delusion and there is no getting away. The not itself is our enlightenment, our awake and all beings awake. If we completely settle into the not then all others too can relax, let go into the not: no useless striving to be something other. This does not mean no effort and no accomplishment.

This is what koans are about: our life, our doubt, as parable: this existing, non-existing self a parable of our self, a story told to us by grandmother while sitting on her lap or being beat with a strap. What is this?


Dear Vimalakirti:

I can't believe I forgot all about you: still though always, silence shouts and sings; as though I could not. How stupid I can be!

Is there a dragon on this bridge?

Or, is he standing on the mountain setting it on fire with the flames of his breath burning it up behind you with each step you take?

Does it reach the other side?

Who is the dragon anyway?

http://www.terebess.hu/zen/hakuin/hakuin53.html

Hakuin Ekaku (1685-1768)
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Blind Men Crossing a Bridge