Thursday, June 2, 2011

The Beautiful Tao Te Ching

I am reminded now of my long ago research and study in Oriental philosophy.  I read many of the classics texts when I was a much younger woman and one in particular brings back wonderful memories, the Tao Te Ching, a beautiful book on the natural world and our place in it. 

I am grateful to have been able to read this book in my youth.  It has all the beauty of springtime in it and all the wonders and natural beauty of our world.  Of course, the book can be appreciated at any time, at any age but to read this book in youth gives to the reader something special, something extra.  The beauty contained in the words of the Tao Te Ching can be more vividly recalled later in life when after time has brought to bear so many thing that are other than beautiful, situations and circumstances, painful episodes in life, such as loss and or sorrow.  

As it is, I owe quite a bit to Eastern philosophy and the classical texts I studied many, many years ago.  Reading the  Tao Te Ching and other great philosophical texts again and even just being reminded of the book, after time and the tide of circumstances has passed is wonderful.  It is as if an oasis exists in some quadrant of the mind, of memory that is uplifting and sustaining and at the same time in my case, a direct connection to my youth takes place.  

When we return to the Tao Te Ching or I-Ching or other such philosophical work, it is as if to an old friend or relative for that matter.  It is as if a return again to a long ago beauty and the many beautiful concepts of nature and our human place in the natural world these classical texts point us toward.

The Sad Beauty of Paul Cezanne in Words

Because I love Cezanne and what he had to say that almost made me cry today, I am posting a quote that floated by me on Twitter just now.  It is beautiful and sad so be prepared.

Fruits ... like having their portrait painted. They seem to sit there and ask your forgiveness for fading. Their thought is given off with their perfumes. They come with all their scents, they speak of the fields they have left, the rain which has nourished them, the daybreaks they have seen. Cezanne

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Lynn, From the Beautiful Neighbor Series of Photographs



I know I said this blog would be strictly verbal after I went and added photos some time ago but, I don't have time now to start yet another blog although I would love to.  My beautiful neighbor series is humming along and, I simply love my neighbors.  They're cool in conventional too but I like the special effects applied to them for that extra, existential and cosmopolitan edge. 

Saturday, May 28, 2011

The Gorgon's Riddle Updated and Remixed

And what exactly is the Gorgon's Riddle that has endured the sands of time and is that which takes us to this present day? 

The Gorgon (one of the ones who incidentally did not lose its head) gave a riddle for those who wished to seek safe passage and to avoid instant petrification upon sight.  The riddle was and remains the following:

"When exactly is a man most like a beautiful flower? 

The correct answer which allowed for safe passage and denies instant petrification was and remains the following simple and direct answer.

"Man is perhaps most like a beautiful flower when he plays soccer with his fellows (who include children and young women) in springtime.

Dear reader, you now have the answer to an ancient riddle that will allow you to travel far and wide in safety and humility. 

Under the most beautiful conditions (and actual pre-conditions) of fellowship with others, man may perhaps remember that he has become as if a flower playing on the astroturf in springtime. 

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Ralph Ellison Essay in PDF Format Below Via Paul Devlin

Ralph Ellison essay I picked up today and wanted to share with you.  It comes from the Root online.  The America Artist and His Audience, was a gift waiting to be plucked today, the day of the approaching Rapture.  :)

I am looking forward to reading the above Ellison esay as soon as time allows and thought you should know of this. 

The article regarding Dr. Cornell West and his well reported beef with President Obama is a must to read elsewhere on theroot.com as well and the subsequent commentary at the Root which says quite a bit.  I will reserve any comments because as it is, I love both men and hold them in the highest esteem.  No side taking here. 

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Inner City Mousie Story

Out for a morning walk with my pit bull dog, the two of us walked into a woman looking down and a little friend of hers there, brown and still and very small.  It was an adolescent mouse, not too big and not too small with his round back very still there in the middle of the sidewalk.  He wasn't moving and we both spoke about how he might in fact be dying. 

The city is overrun with rodents now worse than ever or so it seems.  They squeak around and do some not nice scary running, creeping in my neighbors bed for one thing and scaring me by scurrying around so if you live in a brownstone and don't have a cat, you're likely having visitors.  You've likely had uninvited visitors since the cold winter where they look for food and shelter like every other critter. 

We suggested that the little critter might make his move because someone walking by would probably step on him and the hard concrete is a very undignified way for any living animal to leave this world. 

The neighbor, a lovely and mature Latina said she hated it when she saw animals sick or dying.  We both felt the same way.  She pointed to the fact that she even went so far as to share a piece of the apple her friend had given her.  She shared a chunk of apple with the small mouse.  He stood there not moving and she said that he was eating it. 

Finally, and with the both of us feeling sorry for the little mouse - she spoke to him and suggested he move over to the nearby garden and not in a hurry and not entirely slow either, he managed his way over to the garden, believe it or not, as if he understood the necessity to do so. 

He left his chunk of apple behind him which my neighbor quickly picked up and placed near him in the garden.  By necessity, we left him in the garden on this beautiful spring day to make his way.  To make it and go on or to end his days which may have come to an end with the possibility of a stomach somewhat filled with  a friendly neighbor's apple. 

Monday, May 16, 2011

Stories From the Past Looking Forward

Many years ago when I was a student of Tai Chi, and while lunching with friends from our group in Chinatown, I entered a small trinkets shop to ask, why were they selling small figurines of African, Black males, on display in the window? 

It didn't make sense to me, I couldn't on the surface of things and as I stood outside the shop wondering, why would an Asian shop owner have such items for sale?  When I entered the store and after looking around a moment or two, I asked the question of why?  Why sell black figurines? 

The shop owner was an elderly man who was kind enough to answer my question and with insight and at the same time; the shop owner also taught me a little something about Han culture.  He said that the Han saw American Blacks who had been oppressed for so long, but who had fought oppression, he said the Han saw them as role models, that their struggle to overcome suppression and the seeming timeless hatred and discrimination against them.  Blacks had survived so much against them and Blacks were to be admired.  His answer did surprise me, it was unexpected.

The Han shop owner went on to correct something I was completely unaware of as well and that was, my use of the word, "Chinese."  In our discussion, I must have used the name Chinese but, he was quick to note and to inform me politely that the "Chinese" were not really "Chinese." He informed and educated me to the fact that the so called "Chinese," are really of the Han people and call themselves Han. 

(Doing some research just yesterday on this, I found that there's more to what is involved and there are divisions of the Han people based on Dynasty periods and so forth but that's a side issue). 

Suffice to say, I treasure the memory of that day in the shop with my friends.  It was a moment and point of contact, and a sharing I never would have otherwise dreamed of. 

Alternatively, in another completely different context - yesterday, I shared a story with my neighbor as we made our way over to pick up some groceries.  I hadn't seen her all winter and we talked over ourselves often in our conversations but, I shared with her another story that I will share with visitors here. 

I told her of a young girl, perhaps twenty five years ago who lived in my neighborhood.  She was African American and lived in one of the less than luxury tenements in our neighborhood of million dollar brownstones. 

I saw this long ago neighbor one day and barely recognized her, she had grown up.  I hadn't seen her in twenty years more or less.  She told me she had just stepped off a plane from Japan and that she was a Japanese resident for many years.  She moved to Japan years ago and began teaching, started a family with a Japanese man she fell in love with but that day she was visiting relatives in New York. 

(Oddly, I saw her again on her last day of the visit, as she was preparing to board a plane back to Japan with her daughter who of course was fluent in Japanese.) 

She explained to me that she was making a nice living in Japan, teaching and singing in Jazz clubs. She also had other business interests of starting her own school, in other words, she had a whole new life. 

She also shared how her daughter was ostracized, made fun of for being African American and Chinese but you might think, that would be expected.  The Japanese are conservative people with certain set views on any number of things, interracial marriage with one of their own is one of their social taboos apparently.  Who can say? 

At any rate, she told me something I will always remember.  Her in-laws didn't particularly like her at first.  They were afraid of her and for their son.  She was American.  She was African American.  She had a gun.  All African Americans own and carry guns.  In parenthesis, all African Americans are violent. 

Why wouldn't the Japanese consider that the overwhelming majority of Americans across the country own and carry guns and that they are not African American but Caucasian Americans? 

My former young neighbor told me that, Japanese TV always showed Blacks in America as "being violent."  Her in laws were frankly afraid for quite a while, of her and what a life with her would be for their son.  Blacks were always involved in some violent crime or other, they had seen this countless times on Japanese television. 

I contrast the two scenarios here because they are fresh in my mind and because, they point to the importance of perspective. 

Yes, perspective, a right (or wrong) way of thinking, thinking freely or being brainwashed and, the necessity for each of us in our own way and time, for each of us to be be tolerant with each the other and to be free thinkers as much as possible.  If we could only get a handle on that, we as individuals and the we of nations would have come a great distance in terms of peaceful co-existence, brotherhood, fellowship and outright evolution of the species. 

Despite propaganda media, despite our obvious phenotype differences and freedom of restriction of freedom of thought and expression - we can chose the high road and thankfully many of us do on a daily basis. It's something that requires constant vigilance though.  I know, the statement above may sound too simplistic and maybe even, unsophisticated and naive but, be that as it may. 

One thing seems clear to me, when we let go of our God given ability to be free thinkers and fellows in this world of a multitude of others who do not think like us or look like us but who are "us" in the final, human analysis - we have lost our humanity or some vital part of our humanity. The loss of humanity is one thing.  The poor thing is barbaric or uncivilized or stupid or backwards or whatever but pathological fear of others who are different makes it easy and by necessity or by extension, some would say, easier to destroy or look to destroy the different ones and those who think differently.

Xenophobia is a pathology state.  A sickness that stems in part from from fear and misinterpretation of others who are different and who think and live differently than we do and those in our race, our group, our clique, our church, our club, our neighborhood or hood. The list goes on and on, doesn't it? 

We should not only struggle ourselves but actively teach our children to think clearly and freely as much as possible even as, we go globally into a darker period in our collective global times.  It is more important now than perhaps ever that we try harder to have the correct perspective and to teach our young ones the same.

But back to the story, apparently, the Chinese do not have the same media coverage that the Japanese do or if they do, at least some portion of the people chose, I should repeat they used their free will and chose (certainly at least in this instance of one Han man in New York city selling black male figurines); to  see American Blacks as heroic and not violent! Perspective.  

All joking aside about the media, it is one that has and does focus on Black crime and violence as we all know - somewhere in there, current day Han people put it together in small art objects, little black figurines, in order to make a statement and pass it on through display and sales to others.  They chose to see after coming to know that the struggles for equality and freedom of African Americans in America as heroic and worthy and beautiful. 

The Japanese don't hold all the conservative cards though, do they?  Han society is in many regards also conservative and there are present day issues with the arts and in other areas that point to the severity of government of China in terms of blocking information, Internet, discourse etc. With their long history and tradition, they too will have to grow up and let go of some of their conservatism as the future unfolds for them as well.  The growing up for the Han going forward will be more as a rejuvenation, a youthful turn of the tide away from conservatism. 

(They have a new relationship with Africa which is also interesting as their country grows and expands going forward.) 

Perspective and a lifetime of struggle to reach a correct perspective for ourselves and our loved ones who are presumably the future of this world is everything.  In contrast to the commercial of some recent times in which the slogan was:  "The right relationship is everything." 

Honestly, if the right relationship is everything it may only be in the context of the right perspective in relationships being everything. 

We owe it to ourselves not to be brainwashed as much as it is within our power to be free and, as much as it may go against the grain of society as our collective societies reach a decline (or as the kids say, "burst of the bubble"). 

Han China and Japan may need to grow up but we need to grow up in the traditional sense of the world. Our country is young.  America needs to grow up but in the true sense of the word, grow up from our our own brand of fears and class differences, of the threats and horrors of our past racist history, etc.  Tolerance, tolerance and more tolerance of others because, we live with so many different cultures and ethnic groups, our case is perhaps a special one. 

The correct perspective, so hard to come by perhaps but now more than every, correct perspective is what is so necessary.