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Category: Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris

He’s a Work-in-Progress

Perry

You said I could share anything with you.

Here’s my attempt with Metta.

Joel

 

May Albert Schlie be full of Metta.
May he be well.
May he know Joy.
That hypocritical fuck.

–from work-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris

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The Audacity of Impunity

Dear Carla and Perry
Some thoughts for you
Cal

A few weeks before in took office
Barack Obama said
No one is above the law.

But once he was in office
Bush and Company
Were above the law

What the Oval Office means is
Whoever occupies it
Is able the law

Maybe the Ferguson youth
Realized the irony of going to DC
To share their experiences with President Obama

Darren Wilson got away with it
He was above the law
Like the nation’s Chief Assassin himself

Darlene Submits a Serious Request

“Dear Dharma Teacher
Show me how
To yell mindfully”

–from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris

She’s Had a Pretty Good Nocturnal Run

At Dunkin’ Donuts
She said matter-of-factly
“I haven’t had a nightmare
In 17 years”
She’s 22

Crazy Jane Is Back in Town

I met the Buddha on the road
And little said she and I

“The Diamond Sutra is matchless
Reading it makes me cry”

“You just  reminded me of Mary Oliver
Her percipience makes me cry”

Recollection

In October 2003
We were in Nablus
Awarta, Ramallah

Being alert in the olive groves
Dashing across the settler-only roads
Learning a thing or two about sumud

In Louisville the minister and civil rights activist had exhorted the crowd-—
“If you see a good fight, get in it”
And so we did

–from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris

Another Ukraine Khurbn

Dear Bella

I just finished my second Svetlana Alexievich book, Voices from Chernobyl: The Oral History of a Nuclear Disaster.  You are one of the very few people with whom I could share this text about another Ukraine khurbn.* (Some of your people, like mine, as well as Feldenkrais, came from this region long ago. {And yes, I should also share this with Rob Renaud}).  The book is much shorter than Secondhand Time, but riveting still. As can be felt in the following excerpts from some of the  people she listened to.

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I didn’t talk about it for ten years.

“You felt sorry for everyone there. Even the flies, even the pigeons. Everyone should be able to live. The flies should be able to fly, and the wasps, and the cockroaches should be able to crawl. You don’t even want to hurt a cockroach.”

“It’s impossible for us to give you the bodies of your husbands, your sons, they are very radioactive and will be buried in a Moscow cemetery in a special way.” Read the rest of this entry »

Realization Stepping outside the House Heading down the Street to the Community College

There are three bodhisattvas
(that I know of)

On the 4500 block
of Chouteau Avenue

Joanie French Chelsea
Jaeger Jean Abbot

Bodhi
Svaha!

When We Were Young

The old days of Enneagram exchanges
The old days of “noisy contemplation”
The old days of Wendell Ford
The old days of the FSLN
The old days of Buzz Parsons
The old days of home-made spring rolls in Middletown
The old days of 319 Idlewylde Drive
The old nights of carpet burns
The old days of Corinto
The old days of Xela
The old days with you
When we were young

While Walking on Telegraph Avenue, It Hit Me

Thy eternal narcissism shall not fade,
Alas

–from novel-in-progress, Our Heroic and Ceaseless 24/7 Struggle against Tsuris