Maybe she’s born with it, maybe it’s Maybelline

Summer reading I’ve been so excited to get to; also, prep for a trip to Japan! And because I just got back from the Ithaca booksale and have all these wonders sitting on my desk, and because the process of checking boxes off on a list is probably my greatest pleasure in life. So, Matthew, here is your summer syllabus: Criticism/theory, in this order: 1. Jonathan Culler, The Pursuit of Signs. 2. D.T. Suzuki, Zen and Japanese Culture 3. Thomas Merton, Zen and the Birds of Appetite 4. Heidegger, Being and Time (again)5. Harold Bloom, The Anxiety of Influence6. Jonathan Culler, On Deconstruction7….

Trying to add a sixth finger to his hand

“Crossing the so-called forty-eight rapids of the Kurobe River and countless other streams, I came to the village of Nago, where I inquired after the famous wisteria vines of Tako, for I wanted to see them in their early autumn colors though their flowering season was spring. The villager answered me, however, that they were beyond the mountain in the distance about five miles away along the coastline, completely isolated from human abode, so that not a single fishermen’s hut was likely to be found to give me a night’s lodging. Terrified by these words, I walked straight to the…

The most beautiful shape one could possibly think of for a pine tree.

Excerpts from Basho, The Narrow Road to the Deep North. +++ “My heart leaped with joy when I saw the celebrated pine tree of Takekuma, its twin trunks shaped exactly as described by the ancient poets. I was immediately reminded of the Priest Noin who had grieved to find upon his second visit this same tree cut and thrown into the RIver Natori as bridge-piles by the newly-appointed governor of the province. This tree had been planted, cut, and replanted several times in the past, but just when I came to see it myself, it was in its original shape after…

To be on

“The whirr of flapping leathern bands and hum of dynamos from the powerhouse urged Stephen to be on. Beingless beings. Stop! Throb always without you and the the throb always within. Your heart you sing of. I between them. Where? Between two roaring worlds where they swirl, I. Shatter them, one and both. But stun myself too in the blow. Shatter me you who can.” -Joyce, Ulysses, pg 199

Feeling being

“He was almost completely feeling being one being living. He was almost completely clearly feeling being one being living. He was almost completely feeling being one being living. He was almost completely clearly feeling being one being living. He was almost completely clearly feeling in being one being living. He was one almost completely clearly feeling about needing being one being living, about knowing being one being living, about being certain of being one being living, about not being certain of being one being living. He was almost completely clearly feeling something, he was almost completely clearly feeling everything of any such…

So then to these of them there is no ending

“Some have it as a complete feeling in them that to be dead is to be dead is to be dead and this then a world without ending is in them for to be dead is to be a dead one and so then not any thing to them has ever any ending. Everything then to such of them is going on forever and forever to them and always then to be a dead one is to be a dead one and always then there is a continuing for ever and ever to such of them of everything and so…

As they are and they will not be

“Everybody is perfectly right. Everybody has their own being in them. Some say it of themselves in their living, I am as I am and I know I will never be changing. Mostly everyone is perfectly right in living. That is a very pleasant feeling to be having about every one in the living of every one. Mostly not very many have that pleasant feeling that everybody is as they are and they will not be very much changing in them and everybody is right in their living. It is a very pleasant feeling, knowing every one is as they…

Repeating being

“Repeating is what I am loving. Sometimes there is in me a sad feeling for all the repeating no one loving repeating is hearing, it is like any beauty that no one is seeing, it is a lovely thing, always some one should be knowing the meaning in the repeating always coming out of women and of men, the repeating being in them. So then. “ -Gertrude Stein, The Making of Americans, pg. 455