A secret manifesto for blogging: Bear in mind that the place of meditation is not of key importance, but it is wise to return to the same place at the same time daily so that the habit of meditating becomes established. The Buddha meditated under a Bodhi tree where he achieved enlightenment. An advanced meditator can choose almost any place and it will serve his purpose — a crowded market place, a burial ground, a cave, a park or a refuse dump. In his inward turning he becomes totally oblivious of his surroundings; or, contrariwise, makes the very surroundings, as …
What street games did you play? When I was in high school, my brother and I and our neighbours played a game of stickball that went like this. Batter stands on our front steps, pitcher stands at the foot of our path on the sidewalk and the fielder’s stand across the street in front of Mr. Diltz’s place. Pitcher pitches, batter bats. Batter runs down the path, across the sidewalk, off the curb, across the street and gets to the sewer grate on the other side to be safe. If the batter reaches home (“a double”), one run is scored. …
Great catch from wood s lot, which further elucidates my blogging poetics: I never liked doing things systematically. Not even my Ph.D. research was done systematically. It was done in a random, haphazard fashion. The more I got on, the more I felt that, really, one can find something only in that way�in the same way in which, say, a dog runs through a field. If you look at a dog following the advice of his nose, he traverses a patch of land in a completely unplottable manner. And he invariably finds what he is looking for. I think that, …
Tecumseh On May 9, 1813 Fort Meigs was beseiged by Tecumseh and his brother Tenskwatawa, the Shawnee Prophet. Tecumseh was a Shawnee and a resister. His goal was the unity of all the tribes in the midwest against the American incursion on their lands. He held sellouts in great disdain, angry at the “chiefs” who had sold land to Americans. He fought on the British side in the War of 1812, but was killed in 1813 when the British withdrew their forces during the Battle of the Thames and left him to face the Americans alone in hand to hand …
XXIX Your notebook was washed ashore, But it was hardly The last change In the first realm of paradise Where Love Dreams of the way Beauty in all her languages says The work of the world is peace. — Jim Cohn, from “Treasures for Heaven” More ruminations drawing together blogging for beauty and blogging for peace.