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 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 [...]
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 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 [...]
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 [...]
Yesterday in the newsroom where I work, much attention was focused for a few hours at midday on the royal wedding in London. I followed along with my colleagues, watching on a live stream on the Web or, very briefly, on the television. It was like sitting with my eyes open, just being present with [...]
Returned from travels to Portugal, and find myself here at my desk again, letting words emerge. The experience over three days of sitting all together was like this cool, windy afternoon today, sun and shadow dancing with the bobbing leaves. We danced like that in our hearts, called to (re)invent our relationship to ourselves, to [...]
