Monthly Archives: mai 2011

mai 2011

A deliciously irreversible evening

By | 2015-10-02T16:19:41+01:00 mai 30th, 2011|Textes|

Amid talk among friends at a dinner party in the delicious garden last night, someone asked the question: Is an "awakening" experience irreversible? Everyone seemed to have something to say about it, whether a question, a comment, a challenge, an argument, a doubt. It all got a bit heady. Having come to the discussion late [...]

Tree of life

By | 2015-10-02T16:19:54+01:00 mai 28th, 2011|Textes|

Saturday afternoon at the movies can change your mind... if you see Terence Malick's new film, "The Tree of Life." It's just things as they are, start to finish, or finish to start, the "beginning" is at the "end," and nothing is what it seems to be in this film and yet it is all [...]

Back again, night (slow and late)

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:07+01:00 mai 26th, 2011|Textes|

Almost feels like I never left. I felt so much "here" wherever I was. And yet... New York is a big, hard, tall city, without round edges or cushions, constantly busy and in motion. It is known as the city that never sleeps, after all. Although sometimes I think it is really the city that [...]

Velvet, violet, here, there, everywhere

By | 2015-10-02T16:20:21+01:00 mai 13th, 2011|Textes|

Moonlight on the canal as we left sitting tonight. Lovely, easy, quiet evening in spring. Dark, yet not dark, almost a velvety violet. Meanwhile... Heading off to America tomorrow, leaving the "old" continent behind for 10 days. Always have mixed feelings about travels, about coming and going, about stepping away from "home,'' even if for [...]

Action and actor, justice and compassion

By | 2015-10-02T16:23:15+01:00 mai 11th, 2011|Textes|

Inundated as we are with carefully crafted information since the killing of Osama Bin Laden, what has emerged at the very least is a clear picture of everyone trying to give their meaning to the story. As a journalist, I know something about how such events take on a life of their own, fueled by [...]

Merci (The Red Wheelbarrow)

By | 2015-10-08T17:13:59+01:00 mai 9th, 2011|Poésie|

Merci à tous ceux qui sont venus à la lecture ce soir à la librairie The Red Wheelbarrow. J'apprécie avec gratitude votre soutien de mon "travail" dans ce champs poètique, qui, comme notre pratique Zen, est un des rares champs restants qui échape aux "chiffres" qui dominent notre monde contemporaine. A thank you to all [...]

Reading at The Red Wheelbarrow

By | 2015-10-08T17:14:06+01:00 mai 7th, 2011|Poésie|

For those in Paris, I'll be performing with two other poets on Monday, May 9: Paris-based poets Amy Hollowell and Pansy Maurer-Alvarez joined by poet and publisher Robert Hershon from Brooklyn for performances of their work: May 9 19h entrée libre The Red Wheelbarrow Bookstore 22, rue St. Paul, 75004 Paris Métro: St. Paul, Bastille, [...]

Retraite de méditation en France, été 2011

By | 2015-10-12T16:18:15+01:00 mai 6th, 2011|Textes|

Retraite de méditation Zen avec Amy Hollowell, Sensei, fondatrice de la Wild Flower Zen Sangha 20-27 août Au centre Le Tapis Vert, en Normandie Asseyez-vous et réveillez-vous! La méditation Zen est un acte de liberté. Qui que vous soyez, où que vous soyez, elle constitue un plongeon radical au coeur de la vie. Durant cette [...]

Including the killing of a killer

By | 2015-10-02T16:23:28+01:00 mai 3rd, 2011|Textes|

Discovering the killing of Osama Bin Laden this morning gave rise to a mix of emotions. Because from an "awakened" perspective of the oneness of all life, it is certainly a more complex event than the expressions of nationalistic euphoria in America would have it seem. Sure, he was what generally would qualify as a [...]

Enseignements en français

By | 2017-04-04T06:58:17+01:00 mai 1st, 2011|La pratique Zen|

Enseignements donnés à Paris par Amy Hollowell Sensei.   Quitter les sentiers battus - Vendredi 28 Janvier 2011   Incarner l'évidence - Vendredi 4 Février 2011   Porter témoignage - Vendredi 25 Février 2011   Une retraite au coeur de la vie - Vendredi 4 Mars 2011   La méditation : un but en soi [...]