There’s a Certain Kind of Buddhist . . .

. . . utterly bereft of a sense of humor. (See the comment thread to this entry about Sarah Palin at the Tricycle Editor's Blog.) What a bunch of sanctimonious nitwits!

Author: jd

Joseph Duemer is Professor of Literature Emeritus at Clarkson University in northern New York state. His most recent book of poems is Magical Thinking from Ohio State University Press. Since the mid-1990s he has spent a good deal of time in Vietnam, mostly Hanoi. He lives with his wife Carole & five terriers (four Jack Russells & one Patterdale) on the stony bank of the Raquette River in South Colton.

3 thoughts on “There’s a Certain Kind of Buddhist . . .”

  1. well humor is another ball game to different dreamers. “everyone’s odd, but thee and me, dearie. and sometimes (nudge nudge) i wonder about thee” said my great grandmother jane delehant (nee kennedy/fraser/carson).
    edward mycue

  2. Well, yes, Ed, but it doesn’t violate the spirit of Zen to note that some people are nincompoops. Nincompoops with Buddha Nature!

  3. no, joseph, it doesn’t. and how oz of thou.


    p.s. did i show you this piece thinking of James (of the HIGH KUKUS) Broughton

    (who did that glorious film i think w/the san francisco mime troupe must be late 60’s, THE BED)?

    james broughton in 1977 saw his SEEING THE LIGHT published by city lights in san francisco.
    he wrote that oz is a different order of nonsense from zen. (p.5)
    that zen is the moment of awareness.
    tao is letting the moment go.
    zen sees everything that is.
    tao moves with everything as it flows. (p.72)
    james wrote that when the zen master pointed at the moon he said,
    “why are you looking at my finger”
    and that zen as an art of seeing does not follow a script. (p.43)
    he wrote “like my poet friends who are also devotees of oz (duncan, mcclure, brakhage, jonathan williams)
    i make my own oz just as i make my own zen.”(p.52)
    if your dream sounds realistically
    i wonder if you might consider joining in OZZENTAO.
    yes still the world will end.
    and the scope & how we approach the end and it reaching us we don’t know.
    yet how fine to have had dear companions. & whatever is hopeful.
    as it is having love in an unknowing.
    EDWARD MYCUE 21 May 2010

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