Buddha, something, something
4/23/2025 -- 2 temporary Buddha poems new/old
Swoon Con/Jur/d, 4/23/2025 Buddha held up a flower tt tk the start of it all Buddha held up a flower tt tk Great debates, even wars Buddha held up a flower tt tk Can you see it in the back of the room? Buddha held up a flower tt tk Which are you? They will ask. Buddha? tt tk Flower? tt tk Or swoon? tt tk, tt tk <---------------------------------------------------------> even the rumor of the Buddha is enough What if we wrote a book which was all introduction without beginning of middle or end, adventures would never end, but they would never start either, although you'd always find yourself in the midst of something, trying to hang a story on it, hang words on it, and they'll stick, don't get us wrong, but if you look, really, really, look they'll slide to the floor, the floor will slip into the sky, and all the answer givers and god botherers (The FLIM) and our best scientists (The FLAM) will say: Do You Want to Live Like This? Everything shifting and whirling about, no roof for your anger, no moral floor. You'll lose civilization, won't be able to differentiate between primitive, savage and a picture of the Pope or the President. You'll go backwards to the red tooth, to the red claw, subject to the strangers, heathens, pagans, and rapscallions dancing on your lawn. YOU can say bye-bye to virtue and hello to pleasures untold, all the food that you eat will be foreign, and your manner will be ethnic. Dresses and pants, suits and jeans will lose their signifiers, becoming just clothes you'll barely be titillated by NAKED. (YOU WILL ABANDON YOUR SHOES!!!) Is THAT what you want? For us and others rumor of Buddha's flower is more than enough
the answer is, no 8/2024 -- unreleased three-legged dog who lamely but with good grace chased an unripe plum across a green Japanese grotto filled with sounds of SUMMER LOCUSTS and Joshu sitting beneath the oak or was it maple? watched, the air filled with drilling with screaming and yet he sat smiling, content a student, mistaking his teacher’s mood asked, does your misshapen dog have Buddha nature? To which he infamously replied NO and with that in mind ask yourself, what do you want? Who is it who does this wanting who does the having, who is your dog, who is still chasing?
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/23/2025
I planted a cherry tree when I was pregnant with my 5 year old. I saw that it has bloomed yesterday and it reminded me of the bird bath I want to build this year, covered in mosaic from which the words of a Japanese proverb emerge: “under cherry blossoms, there are no strangers.”
Old Floyd is really damn good. It’ll forever live rent free in my heart as it answered all the questions I had about my reality when I discovered in 8th grade. Incidentally, this Sunday, I’m going to a special presentation of a remastered Live in Pompeii. Kids are staying home. A teenage Tonika is gone be unzipped out of this meat suit.