The hand that can’t be told

//The hand that can’t be told

The hand that can’t be told

Recall a verse from a song from childhood, what used to be called a « negro » spiritual:
He’s got the whole world in his hand…
And then of course there’s the grain of sand in the palm of, and the universe, and I wanna hold your…, and Maradona’s Hand of God, etc.

Tonight, in images on the wall before my desk, the hands of: James Joyce (twice), Giacometti (three times), Louise Bourgeois, Patti Smith, Man Ray, Paul Eluard and Nusch, Janis Joplin and Tina Turner in 1969, a meditator and a woman tending the fire in a Rembrandt painting, a naked woman in a Lucien Freud painting, a naked woman in a Picasso painting, a naked woman in an unidentified painting on a Louvre ad, two bonobos making love, an analyst and his patient in a cartoon, a model in a Man Ray photo, Barack Obama, two naked women and one not in an Ecole de Fontainebleau painting.

What is the sound of one hand clapping?
You can tell us now or you can tell us downtown, two detectives tell the proverbial sage on the mountaintop in a New Yorker cartoon.
No, I imagine the proverbial sage responding, I can never tell you.

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:21+01:00 avril 30th, 2009|Textes|3 Comments

About the Author:

Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste. The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.


  1. little lake 10 mai 2009 at 23 h 38 min - Reply

    before my desk
    Giacometti in his atelier
    and Giacometti and Beckett crossing a street
    a translation of Picassos text – "I dont search i find "
    From Lau Tze – "From wonder to wonder existence opens up"
    and from Lucebert
    "Everything of value is naked "
    sometimes something new is added – sometimes it is taken of
    but those are there for years
    we are carried by everything
    By the food we ate- produced by so many
    the water we can wash with and drink
    the clothes we ware
    the teacher who is teaching us
    the collegue we have a problem with
    the car we drive
    the house we are living in
    the air we breath……

  2. Ting 4 mai 2009 at 13 h 23 min - Reply

    For my birthday I bought a lottery ticket. The jackpot was about ten million euro.
    A had a strong intuition that the jackpot would fall on the last number 5, and it did!
    But the last number was all that my intuition was right about.

    This morning was brilliantly fresh and clear, and as I was jogging along the Berkel (a small river close to our home) and along fields and mansions, it struck me.
    Not winning the jackpot is winning the jackpot.

    When I meditate I reduce the input of my senses, and they open up. When I go to a party with many people and loud music; when I over stimulate the senses; my sensitivity is dimmed.

    Extreme wealth does not make me more able to enjoy what is here right now, more likely it makes it harder.
    Maybe my karma was good enough to make me win this not-winning.

  3. little lake 3 mai 2009 at 21 h 56 min - Reply

    "…I will be the silence…"
    S. Beckett – Nameless

    " …je serais le ‘se taire’…"??????

    free – very bad translation – don’t have the original.

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