Archive for August, 2008

Alan Watts

Sunday, August 31st, 2008

I just finished reading The Way of Zen by Alan Watts. As the liner notes suggest, this might very well be the best English-language book on the subject – the most accessible combination of history and philosophy necessary for any attempt to understand Zen Buddhism. As much as a book is capable, of course! As Watts himself points out, Zen is first and foremost a deeply experiential phenomena that simply cannot be discussed or explained adequately using typical scholarly, scientific, or literary approaches.

Those who know do not speak;
Those who speak do not know.

…So how do you write about something that simply cannot be explained using words? Immersing himself in both Eastern and Western philosophies, Watts deliberately takes on the mantle of not fully belonging to either. By occupying this no-man’s-land, this liminal space, he has perhaps made of himself the perfect spokesman for such a difficult and sticky subject. (Or, perhaps he has no idea what he is talking about!)

Especially interesting to me is the final chapter, Zen in the Arts, which deals with haiku poetry, among other things:

In poetry the empty space is the surrounding silence… a silence of the mind in which one does not “think about” the poem but actually feels the sensation which it evokes – all the more strongly for having said do little.

By the seventeenth century the Japanese had brought this “wordless” poetry to perfection in haiku,  the poem of just seventeen syllables which drops the subject almost as it takes it up… a good haiku is a pebble thrown into the pool of the listener’s mind, evoking associations out of the richness of his oen memory. It invites the listener to participate…

The development of haiku was largely tyhe work of Basho  (1643-1694), whose feeling for Zen wanted to express itself in a type of poetry altogether in the spirit of wu-shih – “nothing special.” “To write haiku,” he said, get a three-foot child” – for Basho’s poems have the same inspired objectivity as a child’s expression of wonder, and return us to that same feeling of the world as when it first met our astonished eyes…

Basho wrote his haiku in the simplest type of Japanese speech, naturally avoiding literary and “highbrow” language, so creating a style which made it possible for ordinary people to be poets (183-184).

Watts, Alan. The Way of Zen. New York: Vintage Books, 1957.

Written 50 years ago (!), the book is obviously dated; in fact it reads much like the writing of some of Watts’ younger contemporaries, the Beats. But he is a gifted writer, able to put complex philosophical concepts into simple, everyday language. In The Way, Watts seamlessly blends ancient Indian and Chinese historical contexts with valid and interesting anecdotes and analogies.

A brief but favorable review of this book… and some further Alan Watts readings, essays, recordings, and so on…

mountain trails

Monday, August 18th, 2008

Bulamsan (Bulam Mountain) Urban Nature Park, Nowon-gu, Seoul

First tentative hike Sunday, July 27. Bright red wet earth, rocky trails (riprap?) and huge granite boulders. Fairly difficult trails, and I didn’t even get to any of the higher peaks or to the temples shown on the map at the base. A trickle of water, and in some places a quietly roaring stream, between the rocks; drinking ladles welcome in the heat and humidity. Deciduous forest: green shade. Dragonflies and clouds above the city, above the panoramic view of Seoul stretching out into the distance.

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Second hike, August 10, 2008. Hot day; jungle-sounds of cicadas; ancient crumbling round boulders overlooking the city. People on the steep hillsides with baskets gathering… what? The acorns strewn about everywhere? Old women collecting the cool spring water in plastic jugs to take home. Some gradual trails, some steep scrambles and rock faces. Further explorations of the spiderweb network of pathways all over the hillsides. Brought the camera this time. Little icebox tent-stands selling drinks and ice cream in unexpected clearings; excercise equipment in others. Men in hiking gear sitting on benches around a mountaintop heli-pad listening to the Olympics on someone’s handphone TV, and a mass cheer when the Korean swimmer wins the gold! Finally, I briefly visited Cheonbosa, a Buddhist temple, for lunch.

Some Bulamsan pictures

the Facebook experiment

Sunday, August 17th, 2008

I don’t like Facebook. I don’t like the idea of it. I don’t like how each and every new gadgetry advance represents a complete lifestyle change for a great many people, in which they simply can’t imagine living life without the latest such-and-such. Technology addiction: unavoidable, of course, but…?

Anyway, personally, I’ve thoroughly and deliberately avoided things like Facebook thus far. However, everything comes to an end - even trivial neo-Luddite crusades! And with so little quality computer time at my disposal these days, and in light of my steadily falling behind in attempts to post photographs, links, etc. on this site, I’ve decided to try an experiment. Rather than seeing the pictures right here, instead you can view them by accessing the links below, which will take you to my shiny new Facebook photo albums. Less than ideal, but until I buy a laptop…! Please let me know if this is adequate, or annoying, or…?

Turtle Mountain: photos from Vernon, British Columbia, taken just before I left Canada.

Joongkye-dong: the neighborhood in northeastern Seoul, where I work and live.

Ko Un

Friday, August 1st, 2008

In a Temple’s Main Hall  
 

Down with Buddha!  
Down with handsome, well-fed Buddha!  
What’s he doing up there with that oh so casually  
   elegant wispy beard?  
Next, break down that painted whore of a crossbeam!  
A dragon’s head? What use is that, a dragon’s head?  
Tear down that temple, drive out the monks,  
turn it all into dust and maggots!  
Phaw!  

Buddha with nothing, that’s real Buddha!  
Our foul-mouthed Seoul street-market mother,  
   she’s real Buddha!  
We’re all of us Buddhabuddhabuddha real!  
Living Buddha? One single cigarette, now  
there’s real cool Holy buddha!  

No, not that either.  
For even supposing this world were a piece of cake,  
with everyone living it up and living well,  
in gorgeous high-class gear, with lots of goods produced  
thanks to Korean-American technological collaboration,  
each one able to live freely, with no robbing of rights,  
Paradise, even!  
Paradise, even!  
utter Eden unequalled, plastered with jewels, still even then,  
day after day people would have to change the world.  
Why, of course, in any case,  
day after day this world must all be overturned  
and renewed to become a newly blooming lotus flower.  
And that is Buddha.  

Down for sure with those fifteen hundred years  
rolling on foolish, rumbling along:  
time fast asleep like stagnant water that stinks and stinks.

. . . 

Here is a biography of Ko Un written by Brother Anthony (who also translated the above poem); here is a brief essay. And for more detail and more insight into the man and his poetics, read these Remarks on the World of Ko Un’s Poetry.