The Cost of Spirit in day to day life

Spirit entering politics, or is it the other way around?

Φως στη Διαφώτιση

Μια μικρή δόση ψέματος

είναι επαρκής,

μια μεγάλη δόση είναι οπωσδήποτε επικίνδυνη.

(Παραφράζοντας τον 'Οσκαρ Ουάιλντ)

Περί Βίας και Κακίας

Είχε μια επουράνια κακία που δεν μπορούσε να εκφραστεί παρά με αφύσικη βία.

Τώρα που ξώμεινες με τη νοθεία, τι;

HAND OVER THAT WEEGEE PICTURE!

A dingy S/M basement bar on Ninth Avenue. No sign; just the number: 28.

Spider is giving this costume party benefit to legalize tattooing in New York City.

Everyone will be here. Center stage is a huge blowup of out latest collaboration: TATTOOED FETUS.

  "Whadda ya think Chaz? Shall we pass out blindfolds and play Pin the Tail On the Fetus?"

Marco dressed in a lavender jockstrap, cringes at the thought. "That's disgusting. I'm not going to have anything to do with this. I'm going to stay in the back rooms and eat shit all night. Perverts!"

   "OK," says Spider. "I thought that game might be a wee bit heavy. So I brought along this basket of tomatoes. We'll have a little theater along with the art show."

   Annie squats on the bar, pissing all over some guy. Three others ravish some girl in the corner. A pregnant witch named Original Sin throws the first tomato at the fetus photograph. SPLAT! Someone offers me a hit of LSD: I hear the Devil talking. SPLAT! I refuse, remembering the last time I mixed street acid with hard booze and made a comlplete fool of myself. No thanks.

     I have been sober for weeks, but whiskey flows in my veins tonight. I wonder through the crowd, flashing pictures. A hooded leatherman silently pantomimes smashing my camera if I take his picture. I move on. In a hallway near the back rooms and glory holes, a paunchy middle-aged man sniffs popper and jerks off, lost in his own private reverie. My flash explodes: the image is blinding.

Photographer GATEWOOD's party reminisces.

Self-sacrifice

"I am not trying to prove my specialness, I am trying to get rid of it. You are telling me, "I am goal oriented", what exactly is the goal, then?"

Michael Hughes on "the goal"

Ο ΑΝΘΡΩΠΟΣ

 'Ενας Βούδας,                                       'Ενας 'Ανθρωπος,

  ἐγεννήθη,                                           ἐθανατώθη,

  ἐφωτίσθη,                                           ἐσταυρώθη,

  πέθανε.                                               πέθανε;         

Eloquent Silence

BODHISATTVAS: 

Most koans are put in the form of one or more questions. When the koan is in the form of a statement, you must ask yourself why the master made such a statement. You cannot squeeze out the answer by thinking about the koan. Simply concentrate your whole being upon it. This is the proper way to work on the koan.

This koan is expressed here only partially; the entire dialogue is as follows: A monk asked Kyogen, " Without using either relative or absolute terms, please tell me why Bodhiddharma came to China from India." Kyogen answered, "You are hanging from a tree by your teeth over a precipice and your hands grasp no branch and your feet rest on no limb, and you must answer the question. If you do not answer, you are a dismal student of Zen, but if you answer, you fall from the tree and lose your life."

Mumon ties to make a long story short, and makes the matter confusing. Kyogen here is not giving his opinion about Zen. If he were, he would have to use a relative term. He is not pointing at Zen through postulation, because if he were, he would have to use an absolute term. He addresses through his question the very being of the monk, the questioner himself.

Why does the monk have to worry about Bodhidarma? The blue-eyed Indian passed from the world a long time ago. It does not matter whether Bodhidharma came from the West to the East, or from the East to the West.

The concern of the moment for this monk is to realize Zen, nay, even to forget the term Zen, but to see his own true self the moment he acts.

("Case Five, Kyogen's Man in a Tree",  by Nyogen Senzaki)

Nimbleness

''Life is no brief candle to me. It is a sort of splendid torch which I have got a hold of for the moment, and I want to make it burn as brightly as possible before handing it on to future generations.''

George Bernard Shaw

The sound of One hand clapping

This five pointed star isn't a sign of discrimination but it is not the star of David either;

It is rather an old, grey "rakusu" belonging to Dimitri flying high with the Greek flag, behind the park, where we first kissed like snails. 

You might even describe it as the  best "rakusu" in the whole of the Greece.

YOU CHOOSE IT!

Are you coming or going? Albeit another time.

John says: "Are you riding the bull home?"

6x6x6 is the Jungian 7: Remember Satan? Now Thirty-five!

Ο ΣΥΝΗΘΗΣ ΥΠΟΠΤΟΣ

Σε όλα τα πρόσωπα

θωρείς

τον εαυτό σου,

ή φίλο σου ή εχθρό σου,

έμεινες ο συνήθης ύποπτος.