So excited to be reading tonight alongside some of the most ferocious feminists I know.
- Joni Mitchell’s song for Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche is everything
- Talk on how our Western approach to Buddhism is “some form of Sesame Street“
- Anyone have any reading opportunities on Vancouver Island?
“…Another branch of the Mahayana school, which developed in Tibet, can be seen in the Gelugpa tradition. In India, the Nalanda and Vikramashila Universities developed a school of logic in which, instead of doing pure sitting practice, you replace the sitting by the practice of sharpening your intellect. This demands that the basic sophistication of intelligence is raised up to the highest point, as much as one can, to the point of limitlessness. At that point, ordinary logical conclusions and logical debates become meaningless, and one develops higher thinking—the epitome of the highest way of relating with the reasoning mind… once a student has entered into Zen discipline, there is no place for intellect. It is simple and direct. For example, if you are composing your own verses about the dharma, the master catches you if the slightest intellectualization comes up. Such intellectualization is cut down and swept away along with the dust on the meditation hall floor.” – Chögyam Trungpa Rinpoche
Ahhh! Decade old poster from my installation “Corners” at the Pia Bouman Center with Terra Borody.
Tomorrow is my workshop at the Historic Joy Kogawa House, so please come if you are in town. I will be reading from Dirty Kids, leading exercises on acknowledging our own backgrounds and biases and looking at Ted Conover’s new work on immersion journalism. Workshop is free with membership (25$); contact me with questions or accessibility info.
Artwork by Bruce Nauman.
“Once leprosy had gone, and the figure of the leper was no more than a distant memory, these structures still remained. The game of exclusion would be played again, often in these same places, in an oddly similar fashion two or three centuries later. The role of the leper was to be played by the poor and by the vagrant, by prisoners and by the ‘alienated’, and the sort of salvation at stake for both parties in this game of exclusion is the matter of this study.” ― Michel Foucault, History of Madness
“Confined on the ship, from which there is no escape, the madman is delivered to the river with its thousand arms, the sea with its thousand roads, to that great uncertainty external to everything. He is a prisoner in the midst of what is the freest, the openest of routes: bound fast at the infinite crossroads. He is the Passenger par excellence: that is, the prisoner of the passage. And the land he will come to is unknown—as is, once he disembarks, the land from which he comes. He has his truth and his homeland only in that fruitless expanse between two countries that cannot belong to him.” ― Michel Foucault, Madness and Civilization: A History of Insanity in the Age of Reason