January 2012
7 posts
“Your jasmine body shrugs a signal to me.
my soul flies against the constraining...”
– rumi
you know that you’ve gotten to the deep end of the internet’s yoga-related reading material when you come across the sentence, “even the smoke from a cigarette can be passed through the anus.”
“The grand plan on which the unconscious life of the psyche is constructed is so...”
– cgj
December 2011
4 posts
“no game in the field”
– the i-ching, on new orleans
“as i see it, two body-minds exchange symbolic noises”
– nisargadatta, on conversation
November 2011
4 posts
idea
capitalizing the first letter of every sentence is unnecessary and we should stop. it would be better if the capitals came to be used occasionally to indicate vocal emphasis within sentences, since much of the tone of a spoken sentence can be carried in this attribute, and since increasingly so much of our communication is being done without the aid of the voice. this would help sarcasm...
i need and half-want a monastic period. i have a piece of cardboard that’s bigger than me, a composition plotted for the thing which is complex to a degree that makes me very nervous about my ability to accomplish it, and a feeling that there’s an opportunity to make the painting of it into meaningful spiritual practice in a way that i can’t really explain. and to paint this i...
October 2011
4 posts
today i realised i had been living for the past few days on eggs, quesadillas and kit-kat bars, so i went out and said hello to a catfish poboy and i feel like a brand-new man
September 2011
7 posts
on the two mccabes
there are two mccabes vying for my attention. there is no order implied between them so i won’t say first and second, but one of them:
wants to remain here, waiting to see what india has in store for me, spending the money i saved on living expenses and depending on my mother’s credit card and my dubious ability to pay her back for my eventual return ticket, drawing in my sketchbook...
on not moving into the thatched hut
it sounds so good, too: to put it in a phrase, i was all set to rent the thatched hut on the organic banana farm belonging to a man whose name means bliss, “the only post-beat poet in india,” and his wife, the india-famous spanish oil painter guyatri gumez. and the place was beautiful, and peace was everywhere, and there were many reasons that it ought to have been the best thing for...
August 2011
3 posts
i spent yesterday wandering the streets near sri ramanasramam, looking for a new place to stay. i rode on the backs of several pink motorcycles to too-far-off concrete compounds being worked on by old women with angry eyes and cushions on their heads for brick-carrying. i was rebuffed at several ashrams. searching for a place i had looked at before i found the big street apartment, i walked down a...
today i spoke to flo on the telephone for the first time since i’ve been gone, which is responsible for the big grin on my face. i also wandered into a store that, in the back, had a little cache of english books (TO MY DELIGHT, since i neglected to bring any) and picked up “love in the time of cholera” and a p.g. wodehouse. i learned the name of my favourite breakfast food. i...
india, two weeks in.
So.(!)
It’s difficult even to begin writing about this experience, because it’s so far afield from what i had been used to that i don’t even really feel qualified to discuss it. this is someone else’s trip, i’ve just got a front row seat.
Every day is beautiful and strange. Yesterday, i was invited to bribe a monk at the big temple in order that i could take part...
July 2011
5 posts
“If you ask for german Sven, he can tell you everything you need to know about...”
– my future
June 2011
5 posts
seems like:
there both is and is not free will.
every object (i.e., anything to which one can point and give a name, including events and thoughts and people and stones) depends on the entire universal functioning which precedes its appearance in linear time. e.g., no matter the content of the words, if one hair which currently grows on my head had instead fallen off yesterday, the event of my typing this...
from nisargadatta maharaj
In the original state, I prevails, without any knowledge or conditioning, without attributes, without form or identity.
then, for no apparent reason (other than that it is its nature to do so), arises the thought “I am”, which appears as the living-dream of the manifest world.
conciousness, in order to manifest itself, needs a form, a physical body and its five senses, with which...
March 2011
4 posts
January 2011
3 posts
out on the corner in a bathrobe, calling his social life like you’d call a lost dog.
i can dig it
hookersorcake:
If you’re afraid or anxious - don’t worry. I just got back from a 3 day retreat where I became the immortal eye of God… and trust me when I say “Shit is gonna be alright!”
The cosmic emperor has been clipping coupons and socking it away for like 12,000 years. Can you imagine the compounding interest! This dude bought stock in the big bang when it was just a primeval atom. We are...
December 2010
10 posts
Watchclip from the daily show demonstrating fox news’ non-newsiness: they clipped a soundbite from Obama’s speech saying “taxes will go up for everyone”, truncating the first part of the sentence, “under the bush administration’s plan…”
saving to tumblr for inevitable fox-news based conversation with my dad.