mai 2008

Unscrew the locks from the doors!

Par |2015-10-02T20:07:07+01:00mai 27th, 2008|Textes|

Waiting for a visitor in the wet, gray morning, I ask again: What is it? There is no answer apart from the question, which strips away the illusions that I take up in vain attempts to stay dry and warm. Walt Whitman famously urged: "Unscrew the locks from the doors! Unscrew the doors themselves from [...]

The music of no one

Par |2015-10-02T20:07:44+01:00mai 19th, 2008|Textes|

A story I heard today: After a ceremony in a Zen monastery in Japan, a Western visitor asked a monk, "I don't really understand: to whom are you singing?" The monk replied, "That's difficult to answer because there is really no one singing."

Cartwheels on the path

Par |2015-10-02T20:08:05+01:00mai 16th, 2008|Textes|

Do I really want to say nothing or do I not? Remember the man who woke up. He came down or out, from the mountain or forest, and returned to old camrades, fellow seekers still at it. They asked where he had been. He told them: "Over there. Sat for awhile. Looked up. Saw the [...]

Only now

Par |2015-10-02T20:08:26+01:00mai 13th, 2008|Textes|

" est clair que le besoin de la durée nous dérobe la vie, et que seule en principe, l'impossibilté de la durée nous libère." Georges Bataille, Théorie de la religion (Gallimard, 1973) (" is clear that a need for duration robs us of life, and that in principle only the impossibility of duration frees us.") [...]

The sound of within

Par |2015-10-02T20:08:50+01:00mai 11th, 2008|Textes|

What is the shape of afternoon, in the garden, in spring? Birdsong is the constant outline, coming from nowhere and everywhere, the sound of within. The swallow's rhythmic coo is the call of the inside of the world -- the inside that has no outside. Mind is shapely. The master asks, "How do you stop [...]

Zen in Paris

Par |2015-10-12T16:21:06+01:00mai 8th, 2008|Textes|

A day of Zen practice in Paris with the Wild Flower Zen Sangha and Amy (Tu es cela) Hollowell Sensei May 18 (Sunday) 9h30-17h30 Come one, come all. Beginners and experienced practitioners welcome. Registration (required) and information:

Beauty lurks

Par |2015-10-02T20:09:12+01:00mai 6th, 2008|Textes|

Behind words, within, beauty lurks. To open the space around words, to free them, I try other tongues. One language limits more than two or three or more. Tree is arbre is baum. Willow is saule is weide. Elm is orme is ulme. Birch is bouleau is birke. And yet the mot word wort is [...]


Par |2015-10-08T17:15:34+01:00mai 5th, 2008|Poésie|

On the corner the building is gone with a figure I can’t remember brushed on its gray shutter an unavoidable curve an unrecognizable spiral I didn’t know every- time was a climax looping out of reach toward destruction.

I Am Not Near, Not Far

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:22+01:00mai 2nd, 2008|Textes|

"Don't try to figure out who you are," said the Zen master Tozan Ryokai. "If you try to figure out who you are, what you understand will be far away from you. You will have just an image of yourself." And Eka, the student who would become the successor of the Zen master Bodhidharma, said [...]

The last word of the perfect tongue

Par |2015-10-02T20:09:53+01:00mai 1st, 2008|Textes|

Writing my "book," or reading, walking in the rain along a Belgian canal, riding the Métro on a holiday afternoon, letting the cat out and in, pulling on a black sock, sitting at the window, I am always seeking what without fail eludes me: the say of it. I want the last word of the [...]

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