Interlude, redux

25 Mar

still not here. I have a story I HAVE to write first. It has something to teach me about writing (and maybe it’ll be a good story too, that’d be jim-dandy). I should be back soon, for those a-missin’ me.

Meanwhile, via a Dan Simmons essay:

Kisu’s question should have shown the monk that he, the monk, was ready, willing, and eager not just to believe anything Kisu said, but everything. Then Kisu told the monk a lie – “You are the Buddha!” It’s the lie that all prophets and saviours and political candidates tell their eager faithful – “You are who we’ve been waiting for!” And as is true of all Zen lies, it is the truth. But then Kisu warns this budding Buddha –“But if your eye is just a little clouded, flowery illusions are rampant.”

All men’s eyes are clouded, and most of the time rather than a little, especially in our eagerness to hear and to believe good things about ourselves, and foremost of all flowery illusions – one might say it is an entire cascade of illusionary blossoms – is the self-lie that we are the Buddha, that we are who we have been waiting for. Kisu was the monk’s  optometrist and opthamologist informing him that his vision is perfect except for the cataracts that have grown almost too thick to admit any light beyond a vague milky glow of self-satisfaction.

Today’s young person brags “I can write my school paper with my i-Pod blasting grunge music in both ears while simultaneously text-messaging friends on my phone and checking MySpace online.”

Kisu would not have argued with the young person. He might have said, “Congratulations, you are the Buddha! But your school paper – as well as your music-listening and the quality of your text-sending and your-online-viewing – have all been diminished to used shit-stick levels. Good job!”

There has to be quietness at the center of the heart of the center for Zen to be heard or seen, much less understood or created. That quietness is audible as a steady, high-voltage hum to the informed listener/writer.


Posted by on March 25, 2010 in Uncategorized


4 responses to “Interlude, redux

  1. csaar

    March 27, 2010 at 4:27 pm

    Yes, yes, I was Buddha ones, but just for fun You know. I was very drunk too.

  2. csaar

    March 27, 2010 at 4:29 pm

    Did i spell Bhudda wrong? Guess I’m drunk right now… How do you spell Bhuddha?

  3. Peter Damien

    March 27, 2010 at 10:48 pm

    ALL spellings of Buddha are true, it would be Buddhist to say. 😉

    There should be a religion that revolves around getting a bit drunk now and then. Once a week, you go to “services” as your local pub and if you’re feeling extra holy, you have some pretzels with the lager.

    I’m onto something here.

  4. MisterBastard

    March 28, 2010 at 5:30 pm

    Sometimes music can also unfetter the imagination while writing. MisterBastard has listened to Vivaldi or Bach many times while penning quiet scenes, allowing the nuances of tone to channel what the character might do. MisterBastard simply closes his eyes and watches the scene, now complete with a musical score, to play out in his mind. That’s the power of daydream believing.

    One song in particular brought a whole new scene to what MisterBastard had believed to be a finished manuscript. The imagery created by that song touched off some sad thoughts and the subsequent contemplation regarding the consequences of choices the MC had made. A hour and a half later three chapters were rewritten, tightened up to show why the MC how reason to fear her capabilities. MisterBastard presented his beta reader with the new MS and days later was scolded for spilling tears with that change.

    MisterBastard is now satisfied with the MS.

    That being said, it is agreed that silence can also be a golden tool. And yet, sometimes the white noise that accompanies silence, that humming sound inside one’s head, can be as dark a distraction as sharp fingernails drawn across a chalkboard.


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