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“And what we’ve been always been is…?”“Is living on borrowed time. Never caring about who’s paying for it, who’s starving somewhere else all jammed together so we can have cheap food, a house, a yard in the burbs … planetwide, more every day, the payback keeps gathering. And meantime the only help we get from the media is boo hoo the innocent dead. Boo fuckin hoo. You know what? All the dead are innocent. There’s no uninnocent dead.”After a while, “You’re not going to explain that, or…”“Course not, it’s a koan.”
Thomas Pynchon“And what we’ve been always been is…?”“Is living on borrowed time. Never caring about who’s paying for it, who’s starving somewhere else all jammed together so we can have cheap food, a house, a yard in the burbs … planetwide, more every day, the payback keeps gathering. And meantime the only help we get from the media is boo hoo the innocent dead. Boo fuckin hoo. You know what? All the dead are innocent. There’s no uninnocent dead.”After a while, “You’re not going to explain that, or…”“Course not, it’s a koan.”
Thomas Pynchon, Bleeding Edge“What is your original face, before your mother and father were born?”
Zen koan“Life is full of tough decisions, and nothing makes them easy. But the worst ones are really your personal koans, and tormenting ambivalence is just the sense of satori rising. Try, trust, try, and trust again, and eventually you'll feel your mind change its focus to a new level of understanding.”
Martha Beck“Wisteria hangs over the eaves like clumps of ghostly grapes. Euphorbia's pale blooms billow like sea froth. Blood grass twists upward, knifing the air, while underground its roots go berserk, goosing everything in their path. A magnolia, impatient with vulvic flesh, erupts in front of the living room window. The recovering terrorist--holding a watering can filled with equal parts fish fertilizer and water, paisley gloves right up over her freckled forearms, a straw hat with its big brim shading her eyes, old tennis shoes speckled with dew--moves through her front garden. Her face, she tells herself, like a Zen koan. The look of one lip smiling.”
Zsuzsi Gartner, Better Living Through Plastic Explosives“born born everything is always bornthinking about it try not to”
Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth“clouds very high looknot one word helped them get up there”
Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth“I'd love to give you somethingbut what would help?”
Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth“that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind”
Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth“it isn't that we're alone or not alonewhose voice do you want mine? yours?”
Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth“Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night,I feel a longing forMy father before he was born.”
Ikkyu, Crow with No Mouth