Re: the biscuit tin (my 13th poem of the year)
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Author: Sherrie Lee
Date: Mar 20, 2007 04:59

On Mar 20, 4:19 am, "Dennis M. Hammes" arvig.net> wrote:
> Sherrie Lee wrote:
>
>> Mark Twain, "Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you
>> may still exist, but you have ceased to live."
>
>> That's probably staring into the abyss, but one step further is
>> suicide. The other times you probably see the image, or house, or
>> walls you've built and say, This is what it means.
>
> That suicide is recommended by the discipline reconstructed (in that
> part) as Zen and overheard by a 12-year-old hookey-player as The Church.
>
> "Unless ye die, ye shall not live," yatta.
> It's an utterly poor rendition in both cases, as Zen founds
> everything on "The Void," which appears to be nothing more than the
> usual way to get rid of the conservation of natural law (as the U.S.
> asserted to have done in 1886 so that "there can be no doubt that the
> law is whatever the People Want"), and Darling Jesus overheard parts
> of Water and Air, but never even heard /of/ Earth, Homos, and Fire,
> as they weren't discussed in the entrance exam or trivium, and he
> only listened at the doorway.
> Alternatively, "Void" is merely the only "subatance" the orient
> could imagine, let alone measure, that was "everywhere the same as
> itself."
> But it can conserve nothing -- not even extension, which is what
> makes the concept (or perhaps it's only those who wallow in it) so
> amusing.
> Just as the only reason the universe "must expand or collapse" is
> that in 1886 it was Ordered to consist in Perfectly Empty Space
> ("Void") with quasi-eternal thingies (incl "souls") in it.
>
> "Soul" is a /verb/ that, like a flame, goes /out/, and for the same
> reasons.
> Indeed, it goes out every night when your head hits the pillow (if
> you put a rock in the pillow).
> A baby is a flame on the end of a brand new candle, one who has
> neither a match or a shoelace, let alone a woodpile.
> And he spends his entire life squalling that nothing is worth
> anything because the end of the fuken candle is /right down there/...
>
> So he invents this fantasy that he's gonna sitteth on the Right Hand
> A JEEZuss to have his Man-hood fondled for A-a-a- Eternity.
> Which is conveniently a Perfect Excuse for spending "This Life"
> shitting in "This World."
> Not to mention shitting on those who commit the Blasphemy of
> eating the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge.
>
> --
> -------(m+
> ~/:o)_|
> I do not "negotiate" for half my baby back, Solomon.http://scrawlmark.org

Maybe "soul" is a verb and noun at the same time. The way you describe
flame is very fitting. The flame consumes the wick, the wax, oxygen
and whatever it seems to need to survive only to put itself out by
it's own existence. That must be why slogans like eternal flame work
(putting aside a time where awareness of the dangers of the dark was
stronger). The slogan the bloom is off the rose (flower/whatever) is
fitting, too.

Some of those oriental thinkers have a decent respect for existence
where they also respect entropy. The ceremony of sand mandalas
illustrate this respect in what appears to be also a reinforcement of
it and a testimony. They do it on purpose which can be taken to mean
that it takes intention to "let go".

***

National Geographic has a 9/11 documentary that I half paid attention
to and caught what I think was an Osama bin Laden quote, "We love
death. The US loves life."

I think he really thinks he loves other people's death. How would he
know the US loves life? That the US does not bomb children (when it
can be avoided) even when the children are being trained to have a
"certain" kind of thinking?

But that was a documentary probably intended as entertainment, for
profit, and to some degree, to be propagandistic.

A silly film called, Borat, has a scene (in the outtakes) that looks
like the news (and news reporters) do not report "what happens". I'll
have to watch it again to iron out my own memory tricks. Not too many
people do that (check for accuracy), and I don't do it all the time.

***

I think if I lived in a monestary and burned incense and candles and
hummed and heard birds and individual water droplets splashing a pool
of water that I'd be able to sigh as long as it went on.
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