Considered to be vast
in its extent, the universe
which encompasses all
that could be imagined is enlarged
by the tightness, the constraint of a
mind deluded by grasping.
The smallness of the self
is what begs large the reaches
of the heavens. To interrupt
even briefly, this ghastly inflation
of the considered real, exposes much
—settles nearly everything.
The cultivation and continuance of
such interruption leads to realization
—the condition beyond conditioning.
Following is the foreword from the book Fathoming the Mind: Inquiry and Insight in Dudjom Lingpa’s Vajra Essence, translated by B. Alan Wallace, with commentary, much of which touches on the seemingly intractable divide between the rationality of materialist science and the direct cognition methods of tantra.
It’s an excellent book for those studying and practicing Tibetan Buddhism, and for people like me who tend toward morbid fascination with this controversy, which has been churning ever since they divided learning into the two branches called science and religion.
The otherwise decent folk, who
in life had not returned the books
they borrowed, now repay with labor
in windowless factory sweatshops
deep beneath the surface of some
nameless, skyless netherworld
hand-setting the type of each title
producing singular leather-bound volumes
with gilt decorations, and marbleized
end papers, then, donning brown uniforms
drive around mapless streets in rusty
little trucks with noisy mufflers
and expired tags, to deliver them
to their rightful owners, who are
here themselves, laboring fruitlessly
at other tasks, for other reasons.
You seem to have it in for me
and by my life, from you I flee.
Now I know I give you fits
because I chew your books to bits.
And eat them do I ever, man
the cloth and paper, leather tan.
It’s food to me, these tomes you love
that in my hungry mouth I shove.
How is it you can sit and look
for hours at a tasty book?
It’s three A.M. and still you read
please hurry, I’ve got kids to feed.
paper fibers returned
to their womb, to wet pulp
but you can’t go home
they express to us often
our customers, that their relationship
to books is sacred
and I don’t push my view
that it is the right to publish
and read freely that is sacred
it’s their business
if they want to practice idolatry
or view their shelves as altars
the books themselves are
no more durable than the
of a man heaving soaking
wet books by the boxfull
into a dumpster
but, we do understand
these bound signatures are
in fact the medium
of something more potent
than mere talk, or knowledge
that has never been shared
and not just objects
to be bought and sold
by jaded, heartless merchants
I work at the used book store in Galveston, Texas, where our neighbors on the mainland to the North have been flooded catastrophically by a week of unrelenting, unimaginable rain. We got enough water in the store to ruin some of our used stock, and were back up and running a day later. Can’t stop thinking about our big sister Houston, and her suffering right now.
Hurricane Harvey, 2017
than a grizzly
(I have just read the book, but have not seen the film.)
after the apple
the world at night
the way of all flesh
now and then
in such dark places
It is my conjecture that only two groups of people are interested in the scholarship of Nazi Germany: Those who wish to understand it better in order to avoid its happening ever again, and those who wish to understand it better in order to re-implement it and get it right this time.
Well, and now there’s me. My morbid curiosity is hereby piqued. The idea of the German high command being a bunch of crazed, hallucinating, meth-heads certainly would help to satisfy that whole WTF!? vibe associated with the unimaginable atrocities of the Third Reich.
Blitzed: Drugs in the Third Reich
by Norman Ohler
The Nazi regime preached an ideology of physical, mental, and moral purity. But as Norman Ohler reveals in this gripping new history, the Third Reich was saturated with drugs. On the eve of World War II, Germany was a pharmaceutical powerhouse, and companies such as Merck and Bayer cooked up cocaine, opiates, and, most of all, methamphetamines, to be consumed by everyone from factory workers to housewives to millions of German soldiers. In fact, troops regularly took rations of a form of crystal meth—the elevated energy and feelings of invincibility associated with the high even help to explain certain German military victories.
An interview with the author appears in the Guardian. Fascinating stuff, and it will have to do until the book comes out.
U.S. release is May, 2017.