janvier 2011
She just wanted to eat
This afternoon at Monoprix, a local down-market department store and supermarket, there is a commotion by one of the exits. A woman's shouts rise, a small crowd has assembled. The guard is trying to wrestle [...]
What are you doing (New Year’s Day 2011)?
Heartfelt greetings as the "new" and "old" rise and fall. May the richness of every moment be yours! So it's that time again. True, it's a hollow convention of the relative world. True, "New Year's [...]
décembre 2010
Happy Birthday, Patti Smith
An entry today in honor of Patti Smith on her 64th birthday, in the name of poetry, in the name of art, in the name of rock 'n roll, in the name of Rimbaud, Dylan, [...]
Interior to interior
Past days have flowed all one into the other, silent with the seamless closeness of family at holiday time. Together could also be to-gather. And now we're all moving on. I've missed writing here. The [...]
Stroke by stroke
I didn't answer the phone today, trying to get some writing done before the "day job" occupies my time again in coming days. What I managed to put on the page is a fine start, [...]
Pause hivernale
Il n'y aura pas de séances de méditation: les lundis 20 et 27 décembre les vendredis 24 et 31 décembre On reprendra: le lundi 3 janvier à 20h le vendredi 7 janvier à 19h45
All the wealth and success…
"Bernard Madoff told his sons that their entire lives — all the wealth and success the family seemed to possess — were based on a lie," The New York Times reports in article about the [...]
In between yet during
Having answered mail, dealt with laundry, had breakfast and other morning tasks, I now am in between. Or so I think. The snow is no longer falling, yet it remains on the ground back and [...]
John Lennon and the snow general all over (here, hear)
This morning I was reminded by someone on the radio that John Lennon was killed 30 years ago today. (In fact, it will be 30 years ago tomorrow.) 30 years! I was in a snowstorm [...]
Threading away
Strung a number of years ago between trees outside my bedroom window, the Tibetan prayer flag is now threading away into the foliage. Today in the icy drizzle, it seems at once destitute, diminished, alone, [...]
Gifts, received and offered
Among the birthday gifts I received and for which I am grateful, there was this, from students in Portugal, which I now offer here, like "the scattering leaves:" Make the universe your companion, always bearing [...]
novembre 2010
End of the month, another wave
A "last" entry of the month comes amid a chill across the Continent. The back garden has been white for two days. Also this entry comes amid another wave of "transparency" from the WikiLeaks people. [...]
In the midst of at-easiness
A hectic week has led to this, a ragged Saturday for which there had once been other plans. Those plans changed. Which opened an unexpected vista of the "unexpected." I could think in terms of [...]
Dust (lurking around each corner)
Paging through the day, from early to late afternoon. Desires abound, lurking around each corner. Streets in the Marais are packed with them. What happened there? What happened to Goldenberg's? Only the corner remains. And [...]
Poetics online
See some of my recent writing in the special France issue of the online magazine ekleksographia: http://ekleksographia.ahadadabooks.com/france/ And as long as we're at it, also online, although less recent: http://connaissances.blogspot.com/2008/01/bosquet.html
Beyond the known world, in the rain scattered lightly
It might be in the rain that comes scattered lightly at moments and at others full, direct, as if in a linear flow, or in the sun that is known by absence these autumn days. [...]
Riffing with Keith (and then it’s gone)
The weekend newspapers are full of words, stories, images, reflections, conventions, stereotypes, observations, almost everything that can be said fast. After all, journalism is called "literature in a hurry." Much of it has already been [...]
Born to be wild
It's wild "out there" tonight, fierce, icy wind whipping up rain and rousing the trees. Wild? As in out of control? Not tame? Free? Reminds me of a Zen story: A student asks a master: [...]
Teachings from autumn retreat in Portugal
Two podcasts of teachings from the autumn retreat in Portugal, Oct. 29-Nov.1, are now available on the Wild Flower Portugal site: http://sanghazenpt.wordpress.com/
Mozart, Zen, no decorations necessary
Strikes keep on going on in France. And we all keep on going on with daily life, too, amid the strikes and protests and governmental scolds and babble. Saturday was another national strike day. Arriving [...]
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