Saturday, January 22, 2011

Monday at MoMA everyone was with me...

Standing at MoMA in the Abstract Expressionist show the wonder and power, the breath and ease: there I was getting horny with the excitement of these incredible objects created and expressed, let go. Kline, De Kooning, Rothko, Gottlieb: Oy!

For me, because of Dick Baker and Frank O'Hara, teachers of a different order, and then our friends of the NY School of poems there is this sense of personalness, which I'd call intimacy but that I feel it is a term too much used and when used often lacking the specificity of its momentary eternal instant of realization totally monkeying with time and space. The experience of the painter communicating directly and our response in another time and place somehow still though direct: a speaking in the same place, agreement or not it little matters. This place is always here.

O'Hara called his version Personism: this keen awareness that we are people working independently and together, responding to one another and what is and then for it to yield the portraits and the poetry and the people doing it, a sort of sharing and inviting into the creative conversation of each of our little lives wilderness: grains of sand, Ganges...All this while on lunch break, doing an errand, smiling at a stranger in the elevator, at the checkout counter in the grocery store: a personalness, a connectedness, a creativity; the sand box or petrie dish of life.  What’s going to happen?

Each of us this one grain, a person meeting life rising: nothing and everything, serious and yet ironic, humorous, light and all there is. 

And then of course realizing this in the living presence of all those, an ever widening circle including gratitude for those we do not even know have made it possible for us to recognize and consciously share in this feast. 

For me on one level it would be people like Heraclitus, Blake, Rubens…Ezra Pound, Charles Olson, Heidegger, Barthes, Merleau Ponty…on another level Shakyamuni, Bodhidharma, Dong Shan, Dogen, Ikkyu, Suzuki Roshi, Dick Baker, Philip Whalen and through him Gary Snyder and Allen Ginsberg and so many more including, Mom, Jesa, Aunt Dorothea, Chogyam Trungpa and Sakyong Mipham all this strung together by Buddhism: wonder, discovery, sharing and passing on some way to hold and allow it all to...self lumen: a personalness beyond you and me.

How is it all strung together for you?  If you don’t know, just find one thread and follow it all the way.


Thinking of Darlene Cohen and Lou Hartman both long time zen students who died recently...

All bells, gongs, drums and conch shells sounded, incense, fruit, sweet tea and light has been or will be offered soonish as the vessels float out into sky-ocean-rock-fire of dharma.  Oh the super-density of space!  The incredible blackness of light: aching, being, bliss!

With love

John

Yesterday morning, Friday, 21 January 2011 about this time: 0937

This, thus far, has been the winter of SNOW! 
Closing on three feet in last couple of weeks, 
it is snowing right now and has been since about 0300.  
Schools are closed, nary a car or a peep on the white street. 
Snow covered Victorian house rooftop angles mix 
with leafless tree limb tangles, 
all merging into vanishing line 
between ground and gray sky: 
which end's up?