Well hello there, r/zen.
That’s kinda how I say it in my videos these days, isn’t it?
All of you out there in the audience know me a lot better than I do, ya know.
No, truly—you do.
And I’m not even going to go back and remind myself who i was, neither, by watching any of those old videos tonight. That would hardly be efficent. There are some tattered memories of mine, floating around in a few readers out there, that I don’t even have myself no more—and that’s about as much sense of self as anyone could need, I figure…so…well—might as well just keep on sailing, I guess.
A person with dementia doesn’t record their performances so they can watch them later—but so they can learn to pay attention to them now. So take out the triple world, and this post will do as well as any other, far as seeing who I am. No need to go back looking for tracks you know aren’t there anyway, I figure.
Oh shit! No, wait—the people who block me for writing the way I write already blocked me. Excellent.
Now that that’s taken care of, let’s have a quick literary Kung Fu lesson for artists and poets: any time you want to intentionally trigger certain r/zen users, you can do so by inserting simple yet functional words into your posts. Here is a partial list:
poet poetry art artist literature literati “Taoism” “Buddhism” Mahayana Renaissance (etc and so on)
It is in fact a perfect little trick. Like tossing a doberman pincher a lotus that has been disguised as a steak.
“Have a gnaw on that!”
—Mahayana parrot owners
Works every time, I tell ya. Good way to ya get by under the local warlords.
Now…moving on to the case:
Zen Master Yunmen #267 The Master asked a monk, "Do you see the lantern?"
The monk replied, "I can't see it anymore."
The Master said, "The monkey is attached to a pillar."
Yunmen replied in place of the monk, "I'm deeply grateful to receive the profound heart of your Buddhist teaching, Master."
To the first question he replied on behalf of the monk, "I'd rather have nothing!"
I love this case. My take on this is (of course) that Yunmen would rather have nothing than lose sight of the lantern—which of course is basically exactly what studying Chan is.
My other take is that “monkey chained to a pillar” means the monk has tied himself to a stone inject that keeps him anchored in the mind ground. And so when the lantern wanders off…there he is asking where the lantern “went”, unable to untie himself from the pillar. What it was? Who knows? Attachment. Is good enough for my one time view for this post.
And I got to tell ya folks. I do got an attachment. An unhealthy one, at that. But since I do happen to have one handy…I figured I would demonstrate how attachment works for ya on video.
Oh it ain’t to my writing—don’t worry. In fact, I know exactly how to process that shite…
How To Line A Parrot Cage With Your Own Words
Any hoo, I been chatting away up in the clouds with the local star boy, u/astroemi—real bright lantern, that one—and we’ve been discussing Renaissances, French Renaissances, and particularly the 18th century of late.
And that’s why I want to tell you how to survive a military dictatorship as an artist, poet, literati, musician, Chan Commenter, or literati.
You play the 100 year game instead of the 10 year game. That’s right: artistic Renaissances!!!
(Now everyone is asking: “Wait—which French Renaissance?”)
Anyway, all I’m saying is that Team Literature already saw this (currently under discussion: American) military dictatorship coming a century away.
And so they’ve already written a century ahead of it.
And of course, Chan commentary and literature is included.
I guess they don’t teach that part of the Renaissance stuff in American schools though, do they? How they work? Probably the first time you’re hearing about it, I’d bet.
But it is literally already why and how you are hearing about it. An active Renaissance. Joyce looks about what Dante would have looked like 80 years after he died. Just saying.
Pretty neat, huh?
Anyway. When those Supreme Court losers committed a lightning fast coup way back in Bush v. Gore—I saw the whole damn thing right with my own eyes.
Which is why I’ve been studying to write Chan students parrot jokes ever since.
Truly.
You guys know how to speak to a parrot?
(And this is where I’m gonna really blow the monk’s hall door off, btw—right here with this classically rediscovered knowledge.)
The way you speak to a parrot is by parroting them.
But once you do that—any parrot can literally see that you are fluent in parrot.
Takes studying Chinese literature to get real good at it, though, has been my experience. My parrot did this thing, on my shoulder, or perching in my hand, where she would lift a foot, and look right at me through two talons, while grooming her head feathers with the other two.
“Now how do I parrot that?” I wondered.
“Aha!” And I went and bought a pair of chopsticks, and have eaten with chopsticks ever since.
All I have to do is raise the chopsticks in a “V for Venus” that brackets my eye…and look right back.
This is when she began to see me as a valuable employee and advisor, rather than the lowly cabin boy I had been theretofore.
The first story in the Arabian nights is about a parrot, in fact. This particular parrot belongs to a married couple—and so the “adulterous wife” has to cover its cage, and create a fake storm by banging pots and pans, when her lover comes over—so the parrot will only report that “it was dark and stormed all night” to the jealous husband upon his return.
Sadly…the scheme eventually unraveled, when the husband asked around one time because he was suspicious of so many storms occurring in his abscenxe, according to the parrot—and discovered that the weather had in fact been clear as a bell, and the parrot deception was revealed—so everyone learned who the woman really loved in the end.
That is an Arabic folklore story about avoiding Indo-European sky god peoples and the military dictatorships they bring with them everywhere they go. Equivalent to many stories of Buddhas interactions with Indra, as well as numerous satirical pieces about the western sky and storm god Zeus (and how to stay out of his way and continue making people point and laugh).
Obviously these stories are spread far and wide over both history and the Earth.
Which is exactly why they work.
Yo, ho, ho—a pirate’s life for me. 🏴☠️
—Golden Eyebrow
Year of the Tiger1
July 4
P.S. Au revoir SCOTUS—plus de chance la prochaine fois.
1 The Tiger Stands For Ethics.
Submitted July 05, 2022 at 12:06PM by golden_eyebrow https://ift.tt/pwhjlIV
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