décembre 2009

Where I turns

Par |2015-10-02T12:29:24+01:00décembre 2nd, 2009|Textes|

Back from retreat in Portugal, in Coimbra, where we sat in a kind of haven planted between ribbons of highway and a shopping mall. As the days passed, we didn't so much go deeper as we grew wider together. It rained and didn't, the lights went out and we sat, the lights came on and [...]

novembre 2009

No sitting Nov. 27 in Paris

Par |2015-10-02T12:30:02+01:00novembre 25th, 2009|Textes|

Heading to Portugal for several days of retreat. Which means there will be no sitting in Paris on Friday night at the Red Earth Centre (Nov. 27). Back to usual the following Friday (Dec. 4). Bon weekend.

8 1/2, or All 1

Par |2015-10-02T12:30:35+01:00novembre 22nd, 2009|Textes|

Difficult to imagine a more perfect depiction of what in Zen jargon is called "shikantaza" (bearing witness to the whole of life) than the final scene of a film just seen at the Cinémathèque, Fellini's marvelous "8 1/2": Everything and everyone, hand in hand, joins a circus circle dance of life, all is/are included in [...]

Every moment unknown territory

Par |2015-10-02T12:31:06+01:00novembre 21st, 2009|Textes|

What if we think of sitting, what is known as "meditation," as a kind of travel, a trip to an endlessly wondrous here and now? The French poet Yves Bonnefoy writes that because what the traveler sees is new to him, his "usual ways of perceiving, of understanding'' are upset, allowing for a free-flow in [...]

The beautiful game

Par |2015-10-02T12:31:37+01:00novembre 17th, 2009|Textes|

Soccer is known as "the beautiful game." Yet violent behavior is often displayed by opposing players and fans, like in Cairo recently before an Egypt-Algeria match. What is that all about? "Be a lamp unto yourself," the Buddha is said to have responded when asked what people should do after he died. This is not [...]

A splendid Heart Sutra meal

Par |2015-10-02T12:32:16+01:00novembre 16th, 2009|Textes|

A weekend of studying the Heart Sutra went something like this: Boundless, we go around and around, and back and forth, with words and silence, speaking and not, we move from cushions to chairs and from chairs to cushions, we start in one place (a house) on Saturday and move to another (an office) on [...]

A sandwich for lunch

Par |2015-10-02T12:32:52+01:00novembre 12th, 2009|Textes|

So it's Thursday, and I had a sandwich for lunch. At a desk in front of the daily news: secret prisons in Beijing, oil profiteering in Iraq, U.S. Marines on Okinawa, Obama, Bush, John Kenneth Galbraith, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Shiites in Iran, Maoists in Nepal, heavy snow in northern China... Not bound by a notion of [...]

The walls falling

Par |2017-04-04T06:58:20+01:00novembre 9th, 2009|Textes|

Today is the day that everyone has been discussing for days, the 20th-anniversary day of the night when that strange wall "fell." Little has been said of how that wall came to be. Or how any wall comes to be. Or what constitutes a wall, or what constitutes a fall. Much has been said of [...]

Swing

Par |2015-10-02T12:35:59+01:00novembre 5th, 2009|Textes|

I would like to post something here, but what? We all seem so involved with getting and spending, pursuing distraction. I see it, I see me do it as I enter into a discussion about office intrigues or a football match or read about politics in the paper or shine my shoes. And so what? [...]

octobre 2009

Soulages and the unsuspected possibilities

Par |2015-10-02T12:36:29+01:00octobre 30th, 2009|Textes|

Upon seeing the Pierre Soulages exhibition in Paris, I am struck by the continuous reverberations that I am still feeling from what was essentially a painterly presentation of black substances (not only paint). "Le noir a des possibilités insoupçonnées et, attentif à ce que j'ignore, je vais à leur rencontre," Soulages says. ("Black has unsuspected [...]

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