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some writing

Tuesday, January 5th, 2010

I had briefly mentioned one of these before, but that post was lost. Oh well, it wasn’t a very good post anyway.

I’ve recently had some writing appear in two different publications.

First, an article on temple symbolism, dragons and monster masks to be specific, in Lotus Lantern: Korean Buddhism for International Readers. (It seems the most recent issue is not yet available online.) I would like to thank Ven. Yongsoo, my teacher and friend, for his inspiration and assistance with this.

Second, in DailyHaiku III, the third print edition of the online haiku journal dailyhaiku.org. This attractive (green cover!) book features the haiku poetry of all contributors to the journal throughout its 5th and 6th cycles.

top ten books of 2009

Sunday, January 3rd, 2010

Top Ten Books of 2009. Are these the best? Who knows? I can’t always remember everything I read. Scattered randomly throughout the year were also some poetry (Korean, Chinese, Irish), history books, Native Canadian authors, ecology, postcolonialism, and more. Note: these are simply in alphabetical order, not from best-to-worst or anything like that.

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Campbell, Joseph. Transformations of Myth Through Time. Campbell’s  thirteen final lectures, apparently. Accessible and interesting chapters describe numerous Eastern and Western religious/mythical traditions. Egypt, Greece, and the Americas; kundalini yoga and the Arthurian quest for the holy grail. Comparable, with its conversational tone, to Campbell’s excellent The Power of Myth.

Craighead George, Jean. My Side of the Mountain. This was one of the very first “chapter books” I remember reading (Walnut Park School, Mr. Dubroy’s grade 3 class). About a city kid who runs away from home to live off the land, with detailed journals and diagrams of how he lives, eats, and even trains a hunting falcon. I remember what an effect this book had on me! How much it inspired me and my friends back then. I just read it again recently, and enjoyed it almost as much. Good bedtime reading.

Dillard, Annie. For the Time Being. Less positive, you might say, than her Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. Here the author asks difficult questions about faith, life, and the universe. Does God actively cause human calamity? Or passively let it happen? Some of the many diverse themes and explorations include Jewish mystical philosophy, travel and palaeontology in China, human malformation, and the natural history of desert sand.

 Eliade, Mircea. The Sacred and the Profane: The Nature of Religion. A classic religious-studies text by one of the field’s most important and influential scholars. Not really for the beginner, I suppose, but still it’s a poetic and enjoyable book. Some interesting themes and ideas. I read this one on city park benches and while riding the subways of Seoul.

Heo Gyun. Korean Buddhist Temple Motifs: Beautiful Symbols of the Buddhist Faith. An invaluable resource for appreciating the history and symbolism behind the art and architecture of Korean sacred spaces. (Useful, anyway, if you happen to be tramping around the mountains of South Korea!) Not only the ancient statues and the elegant wooden buildings; even specific patterns and colors of paint have their own sets of meaning. Dragons and pagodas, drums and bells and pine-forest pathways, murals and clay-tile rooftops . . .

Lamott, Ann. Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith. A book I just wrote about in a recent post, but I think it’s well worth a second mention. Childhood and family memoirs both dysfuntional and deeply moving; shocking and inspirational spiritual autobiography. Christianity as we rarely get to see it.

Shepard, Paul. The Only World We’ve Got. An essay panorama: anthropology, deep history, early-childhood development, biology, art history, psychology, folklore, and eco-criticism. Why is the natural world (especially animals) so important to human beings? What might an original human culture have looked like? Various selections from the late Shepard’s prolific career.

Thorp, Gary. Caught in Fading Light: Mountain Lions, Zen Masters, and Wild Nature. The author seeks out the beautiful and elusive mountain lion native to northern California, and the quest itself becomes both a meditation and a metaphor. Natural history and travel, self-discovery and Eastern philosophy.

Tolkien, J.R.R. The Children of Hurin. Somewhat like the Silmarillion (also excellent), this is early history of Tolkien’s Middle Earth. Dense prose, highly-developed characters and settings, scenes of high adventure and suspense. Originally an unfinished long poem; an epic story of a noble family unable to escape its violent and tragic fate.

Vonnegut, Kurt. Bluebeard. Not his best, but all the Vonnegutian trademarks are here: satirical jabs at society (and in this case, the insular and self-important world of art), pseudo-autobiography, and general all-around sad absurdist humour. This novel documents the humble retired life of a once-great but now virtually unknown abstract impressionist painter, Rabo Karabekian – who is actually a minor character in the great Breakfast of Champions. I read this one in a travel-trailer in Manitoba.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

artist statement

Thursday, November 19th, 2009

I’ve recently come upon a couple of different blogs that really caught my eye. I know there are infinite websites out there, some of them featuring the work of truly great writers, and photographers, and thinkers and so on, but I’ve always found it a bit overwhelming. Where to start? For every interesting poetry blog, for example, there must be another five that I don’t even know about that are even better. And who’s got the time?

The first I found was Luchair: ”the gleam of light on water.” This is a blog from Scotland that features photography, literature, and more. The “sources and resources” is of the best required-reading lists I’ve ever seen: thoughtful, well-rounded, spiritual and ecological books, and more. A lot of things I’d like to read. (I’m becoming increasingly fascinated by the idea of reading lists, like those assigned by professors for their classes - but not necessarily involving any professor or class at all.) I tried to leave a comment here, but for some reason it wasn’t allowing me to – which prompted me to write this instead. Anyway, the posting in particular that caught my attention was from November 5, The True and the Sacred. This is a rambling, almost stream-of-consciousness monologue that ends with an excellent paragraph on the freedoms and responsibilities of the writer.

The second blog I read that I wanted to comment on is called Letters From the City. The post that really hit me is from September of last year: Something Like an Artist Statement, in which the Korean-American writer explores his own cultural background, and how that might relate to current events in America. Among other things. It is about interconnectedness: the idea that there is no such thing as an innocent bystander. It is also about the creative process. That journey (which is such a cliche, I know.) He describes his own personal struggles, and the steps he’s taking towards writing his own book. But it’s the actual process of exploring and developing some of these ideas that he is talking about here - all these many evolving, overlapping, dynamic elements of a person’s life: country of origin, family history, childhood, memories - this creative process is for all of us. If we choose. If we can.

. . . Without knowing them, or even knowing anything about them, really, I’d like to thank the writers of both of these blogs. Who knows where inspiration might be lurking?

break the mirror

Sunday, November 8th, 2009

In the morning

After taking cold shower

—–what a mistake—–

I look at the mirror.

 

There, a funny guy,

Grey hair, white beard, wrinkled skin,

—–what a pity—–

Poor, dirty old man!

He is not me, absolutely not.

 

Land and life

Fishing in the ocean

Sleeping in the desert with stars

Building a shelter in mountains

Farming the ancient way

Singing with coyotes

Singing against nuclear war –

I’ll never be tired of this life.

Now I’m seventeen years old,

Very charming young man.

 

I sit down quietly in lotus position,

Meditating, meditating for nothing.

Suddenly a voice comes to me:

                “To stay young,

                To save the world,

                Break the mirror.”

 

Nanao Sakaki, 1996, trans. Gary Snyder

 

This poem was one of the many worthwhile finds within the pages of Traveling Mercies: Some Thoughts on Faith by Anne Lamott. A Christian author who was recommended to me for years by various people, I finally got around to reading her. And I’m glad I did! As one of the liner notes has it, “Lamott has developed an entirely new genre of religious writing.” It goes on to suggest that she is the “patron saint of struggling sinners” and I would add, to clarify: she might also be the patron saint of struggling writers. Beautifully written, full of detail and imagery; deeply personal; troubled, irreverent, sometimes heartbreaking and sometimes hilarious; these are not memoirs for the faint-hearted.

stones and elevators

Thursday, October 15th, 2009

A lot to write, but too little time at the moment to write it . . . here is the link to a short poem of mine that just appeared on A Handful of Stones . . .

trying to pay attention

Thursday, September 10th, 2009

Listened to a CBC Radio report on the dwindling salmon fisheries on Canada’s Pacific Coast on the way out of BC; another on the declining grizzly bear population of Alberta as we passed through that province. Welcome back to Canada! Well, it was a nice day for a drive anyway. Despite the slight forest-fire haze in the distance. Unbelievable peaks, old hitch-hiking memories, I thought we’d be out of the mountains around the next bend but they just kept coming! Stopped for a wash in a cold silver-blue river. Then the horizon opened up, and the air was scented with a sweet grainfield smell, something familiar but I don’t know if I ever knew the name of that plant. Weathered farms and new ticky-tacky subdivisions, mountains and then foothills receding in the distance, and then flat, flat land spread out for miles, ripped and crinkled with the occasional old signature of glaciers. Days in the Prairies: mosquitoes, sunsets, Canada geese, autumn colors starting to show themselves. Photos coming soon! Now: leaving Winnipeg to head back West  . . . ?

(A little poem of mine has just been posted – Thursday 10 September 2009 - on the website A Handful of Stones: “a small stone is a polished moment of paying proper attention.”)

poem: Songs

Saturday, September 5th, 2009

A poem of mine (from my chapbook Circumambulations) was just posted on Bolts of Silk. Please have a look. Thank you Juliet!

writing language back into the land

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009

My short essay on nature writing has just been posted on Marsha Durham’s excellent creative writing website Writing Companion. Please have a look!

back in BC

Sunday, August 16th, 2009

Korea already feels like a whole world away, even though I was there just last week! Arrived back in British Columbia, Canada, a few days ago. Uneventful flights, efficient airports, 16 hours of traveling in total. I miss my Korean friends (and my students, most of them), but I’m also definitely enjoying the fresh Okanagan air. Vernon is a little quieter than Seoul! Nice to see the stars again too.

Not much going on for now. Although I have had a chance to test out a theory about long-distance travel: that people who have insomnia don’t get jet lag. Soon to be leaving on some road trips, epic late-summer drives thoughout the western provinces of this fine dominion . . .

One last quote from this book:

A hunch tells me that the awareness shyly budding in us can slowly catch up with wilderness. In this joyride over the edge of my common sense world, I dive into my psyche beyond what has been domesticated and herded behind Sir Humanism’s garden fence, beyond my own reproductive zest, beyond my allegiance to man. To qualify for this fabulous ride I have to lose my old innocence. I think we all have to. That newly discovered wilderness will not be peopled by the innocent and the primitive of yesterday’s health nor by the simply virtuous, the good boys and those who kept their minds all spic and span, but by those who got sick with anger, have overfished, blundered, sinned, goofed, drifted, been bored in seminars and waded through mud, got kicked out, split in two, yet ultimately became lucky and got beached as pioneers on a new reality that is larger than man’s welfare. If there will be vagabonds there, they have wiggled free of many myths, slogans, refuges, and traps before. There, a woodsman will have excelled in creative thinking and in biology. A future pedestrian will have driven a million miles. If there will be innocence, it will be an earned serenity that surived a cataclysmic world in which our five year plans collided with nature’s million year plans. In this mutagenic happening, tougher thoughts may synthesize that can give me mental immunity against banal slogans like: “work for a better world for man,” that have echoed in my mind too long, and played havoc with all life that could not readily explain its use to me (214).

Grutter, Theo. Dancing with Mosquitoes: To Liberate the Mind from Humanism – A Way to Green the Mind. New York: Vantage Press, 2000.

poems in Speak News

Monday, June 29th, 2009

A pair of poems written during the creative process of the 2007 Edmonton Poetry Festival has just been published in Speak News, “a quarterly human rights news magazine focused on under-reported issues, and the flagship publication of the University of Alberta’s Chapter of Journalists for Human Rights.” An interactive online-magazine format. There is currently a typo on the page itself - my fault, not the editors’ – but hopefully that’ll be fixed soon.

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On a completely different topic: here are some photos of Changdeokgung, one of the major royal palaces in Seoul, originally built in 1405. This one can only be visited fully via a guided tour, and includes the beautiful Secret Gardens. Despite the rain (or because of it, maybe) it was an excellent Saturday…

secret.jpg

I’ve been accumulating so many pictures lately, these past couple months, but posting them so infrequently! I have to start adding more.