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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!

Manitoba geese

Wednesday, September 30th, 2009

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I was fortunate enough to be staying next to some grain fields that were being used for overnight resting and feeding by large mixed flocks of geese (Canada geese and Snow geese, maybe others), on their way south for the winter. Loud honking calls, a golden misty sunrise, and the sound of rushing wind from all those wings!

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Western Canada

Monday, September 28th, 2009

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If you’ve traveled around Canada at all, then you’ve seen the vast abundance of pretty much everything: trees, hills, bodies of water, farms. The Rockies, with steep panoramic views around every corner. This is the experience of driving, rather than flying. The unimaginable distances between points on the map; the unbelievable sizes of things. It’s easy to get lost in it, lost even in the idea of it.

So many cities bustling with traffic and students back at school and yellowing leaves. So many highways and hills, so many flat wide open spaces! So many quiet old prairie towns; so many gas stations and coffee shops; so many lakes and ponds full of migrating birds. And so many photographs! Here are just a few . . .

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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.”)

On the Road

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

. . . The novel by Jack Kerouac that seems somehow to speak for whole generations of people, whole ripples and movements of society, regardless of time and place. America has changed – how much? – since the 1950s and yet here we are, still reading On the Road and all the rest. Or are we? Surely poor old “Reluctant King of the Beats” Kerouac didn’t have the last word on countercultural travel writing – or on spontaneous prose? But I know I’ve been craving it, anyway. A wild, free-wheeling, disturbing, hilarious tragedy of a book. At times it can be frustrating, too; he can be a frustrating author (I’ll say that no matter how many times I’ve linked to him in these pages) . . . !

Where and when did it begin? I started hitch-hiking and reading poetry (and attempting to write it) at around the same time, and someone told me I had better read Kerouac! How right they were. Most of my friends at the time had never even heard of him, had never heard of the Beats, and so I tried to educate myself. I went out and bought the big Portable Beat Reader and devoured it from cover to cover. No idea what was going on half the time. Next, inspired by Kerouac’s thoughts on both technique and spontaneity in writing, I went straight to On the Road.

It’s a book that gets around, that seems to travel as much as its characters do! You can find it occasionally in used bookstores; there are always new editions being printed and sold in the nicest literature sections in town. I was once given a ratty old dog-eared copy of the book on a Greyhound bus, of all places. It was a late-night conversation with an older French-Canadian guy, who perked up when I mentioned Kerouac: he recited the first two or three paragraphs from memory, then gave me his own dusty backpack copy! “Don’t worry about it,” he said, when I protested, “I give this book away all the time.”

But why am I writing about On the Road in the first place? Why is a Canadian in the 2000’s so hung up on an American writer from the 1950’s? . . . For one thing, I’m about to embark on a long cross-country road trip of my own, probably 24 hours of driving one way, from the Okanagan Valley in southern British Columbia into the province of Manitoba . . .

(Here is an informative place to start if you want to read up on Jack Kerouac and the Beat Generation.)

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.

traveling photos, books

Tuesday, August 11th, 2009

Travels in Korea: evening over Haeundae Beach and some murals on the temple Beomeosa, both in Busan . . .

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The Pung-am Reservoir in Gwangju (once a favorite walking and birdwatching place of mine) . . .

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The gate into a historical “poet’s hut” near the small town of Hwasun, in the South Jeolla Province . . .

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People! Two men of vastly different lives waiting for the same bus in Gwangju . . .

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An artist in Insadong, Seoul, doing traditional paintings on paper fans . . .

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I won’t go off on any rambling speeches about traveling by bus, about the beauty of the Korean landscape, etc. here. No tangents on traditional arts and handicrafts, or rural villages either. Maybe later. See more photos in the album here.

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BOOKS: airplane reading? Books for airport sitting and waiting? For the days I plan to spend in a tent in the middle of a big field when I get back to Canada? These will be more than enough to keep me busy for a few weeks . . .

The Snow Leopard, Peter Mathiessen
Folk-Religion: The Customs of Korea, Choi Joon-sik
Johnny Cash: The Autobiography
Sacred Journey: A Memoir of Early Days, Frederick Buechner
May all Beings be Happy: the Selected Dharma Sayings, Beop Jeong

. . . I should add a note of thanks and appreciation to Seoul’s What the Book? and to the Kyobo Book Centre.

update

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Too much has been going on – it feels like it’s been too long since I’ve posted anything – where to even start? This is why I often wonder about the usefulness, or desirability, of maintaining a blog at all. When I feel too far behind it seems like there is some unspoken pressure, an obligation, to get on it. Kellyshepherd.com is still here, obviously, so I haven’t done away with it yet – but sometimes I wonder. UPDATES. No photos this time, there have been simply too many taken recently.

1. I recently finished traveling throughout southern South Korea, tracing a big triangle on the map of the country: Seoul to Busan to Gwangju and back to Seoul. Excellent to visit old friends, eat good food, see some familiar sights and explore some new places too. Korea! So much ancient and sometimes painful history; so much profound and fragile beauty; so much to see and do. Bus travel: see the countryside, the mountains, the rice fields. The rural areas, even the rare wilderness areas. It’s truly a shame, I think, that so many people never see or appreciate the beauty of Korea’s landscape! It’s a place of endless mysteries, I think, a place of things hidden, things waiting to be discovered. But you need to go out and look! You have to get on a train or a boat, or hike up a hillside, or something. So many people, buying in to the illusion that they’ve somehow “made it” if they live in Seoul, will simply never leave the city. Never mind: many people are far more concerned with what’s happening to their favorite TV characters than with what’s actually going on outside their apartment windows! But maybe it’s for the best. It’s just like birdwatching here – people often say “What are you talking about? There are no birds in Korea!” and meanwhile there is a small mountain only ten minute’s walk away, teeming with woodpeckers, orioles, parrotbills, turtle doves, bulbuls, pheasants, and so on. Maybe it’s good that so many people are ignorant (or in denial) of these facts. Maybe it means that there will be that many less people on the trails (or on the buses, or in the obscure cities, or in the cheap motels), making noise and ruining the view.

2. Books. I’ve got nothing to read! No, let me rephrase that. I’ve got so many books to read but which one do I choose? I just finished the huge Fingerprints of the Gods by Graham Hancock. Not sure what to say about this one. It’s huge? An epic quest for explanations to many of the mysteries of the ancient world., for example the pyramids and other monolithic structures in Egypt, South America, and Mexico. Probably considered pseudoscience by some readers, and gospel truth by others. Interesting nonetheless.  Freakonomics was a big disappointment, though, another one of those so-called “subversive” books that promises so much, tells you it will blow your mind or shift your paradigm, etc. but then simply… doesn’t. Korean Temple Motifs, on the other hand, was an excellent read. Very informative and interesting. Nice photography. I wish I would’ve found this one years ago! An in-depth look at the symbolism behind the art and architecture of Korean Buddhist temples.

3. I almost forgot – speaking of birds -Bulam the Pigeon (the Bathtub Buzzard) was released into a big pigeon-friendly park quite a few weeks ago. He left his cardboard box, blinked, and immediately started pecking at ants on the ground. I have been back a few times since then to see if I could catch a glimpse of him, but haven’t seen him. Here’s hoping that he found food, shelter, and friends - and that as I type this he’s perching happily under the subway tracks or on a highrise window-ledge.

gainfully unemployed

Monday, July 13th, 2009

Friday was my last day at work. Hard to believe that was a full year! A place and a routine can just become a part of you, and then the time is finished, the contract is finished, and you leave that place and you have to find a new routine. To say nothing of the people you grow close to in that time. I won’t miss all of my students and coworkers, but I’ll miss some of them a lot. But this paragraph is microscopic! Certainly inadequate to convey what I’d like about these people – my favorite preschool students! – and this city, and this whole experience. I might be revisiting this topic for years.

Time for some traveling within Korea now, to see the countryside and visit friends. Looking forward to riding buses again. There is something about traveling, I’ve always thought, both the feeling of motion, and the idea of it. Going somewhere. Leaving the familiar, being deliberately open to what might lie around the next bend, carrying your possessions on your back. Moving. The idea that a journey can be, in itself, a destination. And so on. I rode Greyhound buses occasionally in Canada and always appreciated the glimpses into culture and personality that those trips offered. Not to mention the scenery! I always find bus rides (or ferry rides, or train rides, even subway rides) very conducive to creativity. Inspiring.

Seoul: buckets of rain falling these days: everything is increasingly more green and wet. Umbrella Days. This was never a city in which I’d want to stay for the rest of my life – too big, too busy – but for this past year it has become something like home.

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Books. I’m currently reading Freakonomics by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner (subtitled “A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything”). Attempting to answer some unusual societal questions – such as “what do public school teachers and sumo wrestlers have in common?” and “why do so many drug dealers live with their moms?” – using the tools of economics. I feel like I should have discovered this book a long time ago.

Also reading Down the River by Edward Abbey. A funny, angry, passionate collection of essays about river ecology, the history of river management, and the author’s own experiences traveling down some of the great American rivers. Anti-establishment sentiments, wilderness philosophy, Henry David Thoreau.

The first book is like a coffee-buzz conversation, you’d want to stay up with these guys in a bright all-night cafe and talk until sunrise, talk until your throat hurts, listen to your own culture being dissected and then put back together again, and wish you had been recording the whole thing. The second book is like a long camping trip (or boat ride) with a grumpy uncle. He is opinionated and cranky but knows his stuff; he’s been doing this and writing about it since before you were born. He likes the coyotes that howl in the early-morning desert more than he likes you, but after you spend some time with him, it all starts to make sense.