Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Emptiness in Christianity

I was reading through some AA source material and came across the following quote from Bill W. talking about the kinship of common suffering he says:

“Let us not, therefore, pressure anyone with our individual or even our collective views. Let us instead accord each other the respect and love that is due to every human being as they try to make their way towards the light.”

12 steps speaks initially about the God of our understanding, then emphasizes God rather than Higher Power, as does the rest of the literature ,  especially the Twenty-Four  Hours a Day.

The general tone and philosophic assumptions encourage people, with half remembered phrases to emphasize their Christian leanings which in turn encourages Jews to assert their identity. The current literature creates the very pressure Bill W. was warning about.

In my spiritual studies, I have been particularly interested in looking at the salient features of the Abrahamic faiths and Buddhism and have found it quite a puzzle.

Christianity emphasizes one's emotional relationship with the divine, a thought sometimes more academically carried through in Judaism, yet in Buddhism, even in those flavors which entertain a pantheon of gods, there is little emphasis of that relationship. It seems the dogmas and experience of Buddhism seemed incompatible in the light of Twelve-Step spirituality developed from Oxford Group Protestantism, which naturally favors the Abrahamic.

In reading Thomas Merton, The Christian mystic who wrote in his “New Seeds of Contemplation,” the following about God as a higher power and the nature of the self.

“ Despair is the ultimate development of a pride so great and stiff-necked that it selects the absolute misery of damnation rather than accept happiness from the hands of God...

...but a man who is truly humble cannot despair, because in the humble man there is no such thing as self-pity.

...In perfect humility all selfishness disappears and your soul no longer lives for itself or in itself for God – and it is lost and submerged in Him and transformed formed into Him.”

He talks of surrender, humility, and contemplation of God, going on to say...

“If we were incapable of humility we would be incapable of joy, because humility alone can destroy the self-centeredness that makes joy impossible.”

It sounds like a good formula for Twelve-step recovery, but it was reading Merton’s last book, “The Asian Journey of Thomas Merton,” when he reconciled his Christian and Buddhist views, that made that root connection for me as well. He had met with His Holiness the Dalai Lama in Dharamsala and stopped off in Sri Lanka to visit the Buddhist temples and great statues at Polonnaruwa before going on to Bangkok, and his untimely death. He had intended to return to India to study advanced Buddhism. An account of his meeting can be heard in the Wisdom podcast of an American, Harold Talbott, who set up the meeting. 

https://apple.co/2m4Yi1E

It was at Polonnaruwa that Merton recorded the following observation:


“ looking at these figures I was shockingly, almost forcibly, jerked clean out of the habitual, half-tied vision of things, and an inner clearness, clarity, as it exploding from the rocks themselves, became evident and obvious. The queer evidence of the reclining figure, the smile, the sad smile of Ananda standing with arms folded (much more “imperative“ then Da Vinci’s Mona Lisa because completely simple and straightforward). The thing about all this is that there is no puzzle, no problem, and really no “mystery.“ All problems are resolved and everything is clear, simply because what matters is clear. The rock, all matter, all life, is charged with dharmakaya (the perfection body of Buddhahood) Everything is emptiness and everything is compassion. I don’t know when in my life I have ever seen had such a sense of beauty and spiritual validity running together in one aesthetic illumination. Surely with Polonnaruwa, my Asian pilgrimage has become clear and purified itself. I mean, I know and have seen what I was obscurely looking for. I don’t know what else remains, but I have now seen and have peace to the surface and I’ve got beyond the shadow in the disguise.”

It is the words “all is emptiness and compassion” that are so meaningful to me, assuring that Merton who had previously lost himself in contemplation of God’s love had a similarly numinous experience in the physical emanation of Buddhist belief.

I guess that’s my point, that FA  is altogether too Christian in expression and that Buddhist realizations of the inherent emptiness of all things, including ourselves, together with compassion for all sentient beings is worthy of study by anyone in recovery.

You’ll notice Merton never had God as a buddy. This was all loss of self and meditation on Bodhicitta compassion as a spiritual development. 

...something we could consider for example is rewriting the Twenty-Four Hours for food addicts and compulsive over-eaters with less bias than is currently present.



Friday, November 3, 2017

Botticelli dreams of Manafort

Was Aphrodite not born on Paphos shore?

Served on a shell

And naked.

Perhaps well-fed, disgraceful tykes

Will be servèd so

Revealed by Moeller’s hand,

Omertà broken,

They cover their pudenda

And begin to blab...

Monday, May 29, 2017

Merton at Polonnaruwa

Listening to an interview with Harold Talbott speaking about Thomas Merton's experience at Polonnaruwa, I find my spiritual acuity brought into sharp focus. Merton died some ten days later... 

At Polonnaruwa and looking at the carved stone Buddhas, Merton said,

"...I was suddenly, almost forcibly, jerked clean out of the habitual, half-tied vision of things, and an inner clearness, clarity, as if exploding from the rocks themselves, became evident and obvious. The queer evidence of the reclining figure, the smile, the sad smile of Ananda standing with arms folded (much more "imperative" than Da Vinci's Mona Lisa because simple and straightforward). The thing about this is that there is no puzzle, no problem, and really no "mystery." All problems are resolved and everything is clear. The rock, all matter, all life, is charged with dharmakaya...everything is emptiness and everything is compassion."



Monday, April 17, 2017

The Law of Unintended Consequences

In the years leading up to 1989, my gardener, Abd'l Aziz, used to take a three monthly sabbatical during which he would travel to Afghanistan to kill Russians. Abd'l Aziz was ethnically a Tajik and benefitted from the supply of American weapons from the Yemeni, Osama bin Laden, who organized supply from money received from the Saudis.

In 1989, a great change occurred. The Russians gave up in Afghanistan and the resistance morphed into a civil war with Osama, the leader of the newly formed AlQaeda and the ethnic Pashtun Taliban fighting against the Tajiks and the United States. The airliner attacks in 2001 was a direct result and the US is still fighting in Afghanistan some sixteen years later. I reflect that the British fought three wars in Afghanistan at the height of their imperial power and lost every one of them. One result of the subsequent compromise result was the recognition of tribal areas of the Durand line which still enable problems some 120 years later.

So there can be unintended consequences modified by a persistence of political memory. 

The striving of national consciousness of the Kurds and Palestinians and the creation of Kingdoms in Syria and Iraq at the end of WWI are good examples. 

And now the rebellion of Sunnis in Syria against the tyranny of Hafez , and later Bashir, Assad are others.

It is within the dynamic of this latter rebellion we have seen the phenomenon of foreign fighters appearing both in the ranks of AlQaeda and in Daesh (Isis). Fighters have appeared from Tunisia (6,000), Saudi Arabia (2,500), Jordan (2000), Russia and the Central Asian Republics (7,000), and Turkey (2,000).

The unintended consequences will probably be pressure on the  fragile autocratic regimes of the countries of their origin when the hardened warriors (that survive) return home.

Turkey will not only have its Kurds to worry about, but also Salafi ethnic Turks. Saudi Arabia and Russia will also have to deal with experienced fighters and the rest of us will continue to face a wave of terrorism...

Saturday, November 26, 2016

Rothko

I was watching Charlie Rose the other day. discussing a new book Eric Kandell had just published called "Reductionism in Art and Science." He had previously cooperated with Kandell, a Nobel prize winner, in producing a series of programs about the brain.


Kandell's book illustrated parallels in scientific and artistic thinking and reminded me of a book a friend, Brian Gibson, once spoke of. His lecturer at Cambridge, Thomas Henn had written "The Apple and the Spectroscope" back in the 60s on the same comparative subject. In the event it was reviewed by the formidable critic, F.R. Leavis, who tossed the book into the audience with the words  "The Pineapple and the Kaleidoscope? -- all a Henn can do is cackle!" A cheap shot. The book is still in print, but Leavis, Henn, and Brian, latterly a Hollywood director, are all gone now.


The program touched on Rothko who experimented with color with his reductionist art and I thought I might use some of his tones and shades in my pottery.



Art really brings me alive. 


When I was working and traveling I always used to try and make it to a gallery in whatever town I was lecturing.


Which brings me to an exhibition of impressionist art we had a couple of years back in San Francisco. It was about winter scenes. Of course we bought a Monet and since have transported it to Saint Antonin in France where it's now hangs in my sister-in-law's house. The point was that on leaving that art exhibition, both Diana and myself were enlivened to all and every visual happening. Everything was a feast for our eyes for at least week!



So maybe I can now experiment in some glazes which will reflect on the earth tones of Mark Rothko or even the blue and green brightness of David Hockney. 


 

Wednesday, July 20, 2016

California Dreaming

Early Summer,
And warm winds comb the golden land.
Crêpe myrtles giddily strew colored confetti across the lawn.
Even the olive trees dance, green and silver.
Cypresses sway, all in a line, fingering scales.
All is fluid (πάντα ῥεῖ.)
Only the still, blue sky, cloudless, 
Denies this harbinger of hot dry days...

Monday, July 11, 2016

Starry Night

So, will you travel the galaxies
Tranquil, in the midst of change?
Companion in the Cosmos.
Reborn in a starry night...
Flung out into a cosmic web,
Seeking a new expression, sentient,
Free from pain and fear...

Saturday, May 7, 2016

Towards infinity

Looking carefully at fear, I am left with one thing, that my conscious self is very fearful in contemplating its own oblivion and, being driven by self-cherishing, that is almost too much to bear. 

The antidote must be to find a life of creativity, good-humor, and service as it is through these devices I am able to escape despair and paradoxically find oblivion in this present moment in my life and in compassion.

But the antidote is only temporary. The self that appears as a reaction to events can be observed as it experiences feelings and constructs a storyline and action to protect or promote its interests. The question occupying the observer should be "Is this self my existent center, or does it only appear as a thought/feeling process when there is a threat or some advantage to be had?"

Friday, April 22, 2016

A National Treasure

Just saw Alan Bennett's "The Lady in the Van," delightfully quirky, following on from his "The History Boys" and "The Madness of King George III," only with the latter the "III" dropped so as not to confuse American audiences. Anyway, good insights into the eccentricities of the English, all of them. Maybe we'll see Helen Mirren in "An Uncommon Reader" next? Alan Bennett, a national treasure...

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

How does one fight Evil without infection?

Looking at the current confected crisis in the Arabian/Persian Gulf, I see the Sunnis treating their Shi'ia minority like 1930's Jews. So similar to the treatment meted out to our own minority, African-Americans or, for that matter, the present treatment of Palestinians in Eretz Israel including the territories of Judea and Samaria.

It seems that ethnic prejudice is a driving force in our conflicts...

I do care and struggle occasionally with this nettle of injustice praying not to be consumed or weakened by drama and causes that would detract from my physical recovery from food addiction. That defines the essence of recovery for me. To be unselfish and lovingly kind to all..

It seems vital to live inclusively and unseparated from the source of love that binds us together. 


Saturday, January 2, 2016

Saudi - Thoughts about Change

Reflecting on my time in Arabia in the 1970s... In those days I knocked around with the Jalahmah clan who used to rule Bahrein until the Khalifas pushed them out. 

Well, a lot of water has gone under the bridge since then. A causeway has been built from Khobar to Manama, the majority Shi'ia have demonstrated against the ruling kleptocracy, the Saudi Army has intervened and the Saudi Shi'ia of Hasa, the oil bearing Eastern Province have expressed solidarity with their Bahreini brothers. 

Now their leader, Nimr al Nimr, has been executed (one of 47 by beheading in one day) ordered by the Saudi King! You can expect some strong reaction from Iran over this...

Things are slowly coming to a boil. The crushing of Daesh in the Syrian desert will return some hot-head Salafis to Saudi, the Shi'ia of Hasa, no doubt, are feeling the pressure, and the Houthi/Saudi war in Yemen has done little more than to inadvertently strengthen alQueda there. All we need now is a third intifada to protest the ethnic cleansing and stealing land the Israeli policy follows and we will have such a big mess, intervention or non-intervention will be just as bad. 

As a footnote, on the Tarut island beach at Sunnabis, a Palestinian friend once remarked to me "the oil farms at R'as Tanura are only a anti-tank rocket's flight away."

Just to the north of R'as Tanura, I once visited Rahima, a village so named for Abdul Rahman Al Jalahmah. He was regarded as a pirate by the British when they were subjecting the coast to Pax Brittanica. He blew himself and a British warship out of the water by setting off gunpowder in his dhow. A brave man and indicative of the sense of local pride and history of this area on which we now depend for oil.

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Ways of Seeing and Portraits...

Some while ago, I was thrilled at reading a Marxist view of art, "Ways of Seeing," by John Berger. It was a breathtaking canvas uncovering the misogyny of ownership of the female form, of the difference between nudity and nakedness and the later democratization of that ownership. It was stunning and original and, I have learned since, now required reading for Art majors.



I'm pleased to have acquired his latest creation, "Portraits," a series of essays about artists from ancient times to the post-modernists. 

One lovely essay particularly delighted me being about the funerary art of Fayyum. Their particular charm being that they were never intended for our general gaze, but were a contract between the anonymous painter and the person who wanted their life likeness recorded to be later placed on their coffin and interred.

These beautiful portraits can be seen on the web...

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Dealing with God

I recently read an email from a friend who, after twenty years in a 12-step recovery program, had to leave because of the prevailing climate of the program is so insistent on framing its literature and mode of thinking around an Abrahamic God.

The program is rigorous by necessity, it follows a severe Protestant interpretation of God and, despite its insistence on being spiritual rather than bound by any one religion, is unashamedly and strongly linked to The Oxford Group whose rigor equals that of Opus Dei.

It is, as my friend says, the tyranny of the majority, denying its Christian bias and punishing people if they do not enjoy the cool-aid. Her spiritual journey, she described, was one of self-discovery, of realizing that a non-theistic, Buddhist path spoke to her...and that coming out was akin to a declaration of being gay. Only, in this case, the family disapproved.

So, here we have intolerance and rejection in a recovery movement, which some would make a cult. The literature and pervading pressure for spiritual uniformity is as oppressive as the mindless fear that drives it.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

The Queen’s Art Expert

Remember when the British Soviet spies, Burgess and McClean, hightailed it to Moscow after their cover was blown...and the third man, Kim Philby, disappeared from Beirut on a ship to Odessa, well there was a fourth man and his name was Anthony Blunt. 

Urbane and Patrician, Blunt was the Communist recruiter for the other three, yet he did no time nor suffered ignominy. In fact, having been outed in 1963, he continued as art advisor to Queen Elizabeth and accepted at the top tables in English society.

Why such kid-glove treatment when men less connected did prison terms for traitorous deeds?

The answer is simple and it all goes back to another British traitor, Edward, Duke of Windsor. 

Remember, he was the guy that married Wallis Simpson who later cuckolded him with whomever was discretely available. Edward was probably homosexual and definitely a Nazi sympathizer...

And what's that to do with our communist, art historian, Blunt?

Evidently, Edward, or David as he was called, paid a visit to the German Embassy in then neutral Holland and spilled the beans on Allied preparations for countering the German plans for invasion. German documents reveal their knowledge of this and it was Blunt, as a member of MI5, who was dispatched to Berlin in '45 to sweep up the proof of his foolish flirtation with evil.

Thus the soft touch later when Blunt was revealed as a Soviet agent. He had tabs on the Royals and they needed to take care of someone who could embarrass. So why break open the silenced pistols when a glass or two of mature claret and convivial conversation would do the trick.

Honi soit qui mal y pense.

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Getting it off her chest...

A lady from Marin confessed
She'd avoided a fine with her chest.
But, when she is fifty
And her boobs not so nifty,
She'll have to drive slow, like the rest.

Friday, November 6, 2015

Shibboleth

"Keeping them unspotted from the world" is a phrase which is part of the Anglican (Episcopal) liturgy and which derives from the 14th cent. word meaning "undefiled" and in the beautiful King James Bible (James 1:26,27)

Saw it today in my devotions and reflected that the UGLY modern speech which has swept away the cadences of the King James and the 1549 Book of Common Prayer, still retains these in unexpected islands of biblical speech...

Consider:

"A law unto themselves
A man after his own heart
A stumbling block
A thief in the night
A thorn in the flesh
All these things must come to pass
All things to all men
And the word was made flesh
At their wit's end
Be fruitful and multiply
Born again
Bottomless pit
By their fruits ye shall know them
Charity shall cover the multitude of sins
Crumbs which fall from ... table
Death, where is thy sting
Den of thieves
Dreamer of dreams
Eat, drink and be merry
Eye for an eye
Fallen from grace
Fatted calf
Fell by the way side
Fell flat on his face
Fell on stony ground
Fight the good fight
From strength to strength
Get thee behind me
Give up the ghost
God forbid
Holier than thou
Honour thy father and mother
How are the mighty fallen
In the twinkling of an eye
Land of Nod
Led as a sheep to the slaughter
Left hand know what thy right hand doeth
Let my people go
Let there be light
Love thy neighbour as thyself
Milk and honey
Money is the root of all evil
My brother's keeper
My name is legion
New wine into old bottles
No room for them in the inn
Out of the mouths of babes
Physician, heal thyself
Put the words in her mouth
Scapegoat
Seek and ye shall find
Set thine house in order
Sheep's clothing
Suffer fools gladly
Take root
The blind lead the blind
The last shall be first
The leopard [change] his spots
The lost sheep
The powers that be
The signs of the times
The skin of my teeth
The spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak
They know not what they do
Thou shalt not bear false witness
To give than to receive
Turn to him the other [cheek]
Turned the world upside down
Two are better than one
Two-edged sword
Vengeance is mine
Wandering stars
White as snow
Woe is me"

If you have used any of these, then the KJV is your heritage.

Bernie and the Racists

Talking of Bernie Sanders, this guy is experienced politically and sincere. What a combination! Anyway...

At a recent college venue, the last question from the audience was posed by a young woman (wearing a scarf) about the difficulties she was facing as a Muslim...

He called her up to the podium and, putting an arm round her shoulders, said to her and the audience, "I am Jewish and my parents were murdered in a camp during WWII. I promise you that I will work unceasingly to remove racism from the life of this nation."

The audience went wild. Myself, I felt rather emotional. This guy is so real...

Glazes from Haute-Midi


I learned this technique from a potter in St Antonin in France. He applied the glaze using a ladle - black from the top, then reversing the piece and applying white.


Only he worked on porcelain, which is naturally white. My clay, stoneware, is a brown color, so I finally sprayed white over the pot after ladling the primary colors. To my pleasure, the kiln goddess created a coffee color from that light spray. There, you have it.

I'm working on a more viscous black glaze as the current one runs a little too much. 

Nov 24: Just made another pot which can be a vehicle for testing out the new glazes. Other things different are:

   I applied them with a spatula rather
   than a ladle

   I used red as well as black/white on the
   outside and glazed the inside Riki white
   on serene green

Here's hoping the kiln goddess will look with favor and that the finish doesn't seem too splashy...


I like the Riki white on serene green inside, but consider a ladle is better for applying glaze than the spatula as with the latter it tends to splash. The black however does not run.

Set of bowls next, same as above but ladle application. Or maybe use green for grass, black for stems, and red for poppies..?

Reversal of Fortune

Mercury must be in retrograde for some. For most of us, changes happening may be too little, too late, but worthy of noting...

With the the great turning of the American gaze to events in the Pacific, the US has become positively stingy with the amount of military force it's prepared to commit to Middle Eastern squabbles.

Just now there have been some remarkable reversals of fortune...

President Bush the Elder has just accused Cheney and Rumsfeld of damaging the United States, and by implication, the weakness of his own son in allowing them and the Zionist neocons to dictate the official reaction to the World Trade outrage. The result has been a destabilization of the area and the launching of a systematic bloodletting dismantling Syria and Iraq. End of Sykes-Picot, but also a green light for the Israelis to treat the occupied Palestinians in whatever way they wish.

Meanwhile, the Syrian peace talks have been expanded to include Iran, without whom the talks would have been meaningless. And their first statements have been to remind us of the Saudi responsibility for the World Trade outrage that lit the touch paper and ensuing explosion and mess. I agree with them. The Saudis provided tacit approval for troublemakers such as Bin Laden to pursue their issues outside of the Kingdom. They promulgated the Wahabbi/Taliban/ISIS/Muslim Brotherhood version of Islam with all its literalist, back to the 7th century, severity. They also provided the troops to pacify the planes passengers. 

The pigeons have come home to roost for Mr Putin, with his obstructionism over the downed Malaysian plane in Ukraine. Bodies lay strewn and the outrage uninvestigated for weeks because of his manipulation. Now, he has sallied forth to defend the Syrian state against ISIS and has directed most of his air support effort in bombing US supported rebels around Aleppo and Idlib. He has shown no interest in ISIS, but curiously they seem to be showing an interest in him - the bombing of a Russian plane which took off from Sharm elSheikh at the tip of Sinai. The British and Americans have reason to believe it was a bomb and are, understandably, not sharing their source with Putin...and the Russian bear is whining about unfairness.

So, do we have a sea change, maybe not, but there is that prospect. Meanwhile, close to some Chinese-claimed shallows in the South China Sea, US warships are exchanging pleasantries with the Chinese.

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Autumn haiku

Cypress trees pointing                             
To a yellow, harvest moon.                       
Quiet autumn night.