Monday, 30 September 2019

和歌 September 2019

By Rory A.A. Hinton


September 2019

Sunday September 01, 2019
The sheer sanity
of nowness is-as-it-is,
and not otherwise.
To think others are wiser
than this is karmic madness.

Monday September 02, 2019
Journey Without Goal
can very easily be
turned into an end.
One false step and all is lost.
Tantric wisdom is tricky.

Tuesday September 03, 2019
If nothing is done
long enough, then empty space
will disclose itself.
It has been here all along.
It is the sine qua non.

Wednesday September 04, 2019
Free to be itself.
Looking at it directly,
without perception.
True warriors do not fight
in any battles at all.

Thursday September 05, 2019
What is there to fear?
Are you afraid of yourself?
There's nothing to fear.
It's only an illusion.
This too is an illusion.

Friday September 06, 2019
Holding back our tears?
Just what is there to fear here?
Be happy, be sad,
and be especially glad:
humanity is hopeless.

Saturday September 07, 2019
Not anarchism.
Not even scepticism.
Only what we know
through direct experience.
Verificationism?

Sunday September 08, 2019
What's beneath language?
What's between mental concepts?
What's behind it all?
Is there anything beyond?
Questions like these are toxic.

Monday September 09, 2019
Start with the ego,
and then end with the ego.
What is the ego?
This question is the beginning,
and this question is the end.

Tuesday September 10, 2019
Basic gentleness
toward this "oneself" is a
façon de parler.
If we use these words wisely,
only the laughter remains.

Wednesday September 11, 2019
Is this the buddha:
the center that's everywhere,
and the circumference
that's absolutey nowhere?
If this helps, then so be it.

Thursday September 12, 2019
The very order
of everything that exists
contains confusion.
All that is has within it
the seeds of its destruction.

Friday September 13, 2019
Acknowledging fear
and recognizing that hope
is pure hopelessness
is the beginning and end
of living authentically.

Saturday September 14, 2019
Begin by bowing
toward the nothing that is.
And then bow again.
When you are done doing this,
quietly sit down and sit.

Sunday September 15, 2019
Curiousity
kills the egocentric cat.
When you purr, just purr.
Why did it take the buddha
so long to cut this in half?

Monday September 16, 2019
What is sitting still?
Pattern recognition.
What is a pattern?
This bag of bones keeps breathing
in and out and in and out.

Tuesday September 17, 2019
Do what's best for you.
There is no need for self doubt.
Just keep doing it.
As long as you keep playing
with 'self' and 'doubt' all is well.

Wednesday September 18, 2019
The Diamond Sutra.
Shine on you crazy wisdom
diamond in the rough.
This is what it means to be
disciplined and devoted.

Thursday September 19, 2019
Crazy monkey mind
full of discriminations.
Crazy wisdom mind
full of crazy monkey mind
full of discriminations.

Friday September 20, 2019
Recling Buddha
not unaware of karma
nor of saṃsāra.
Not unaware of being
not unaware of it all.

Saturday September 21, 2019
There is nothing more
basic than basic goodness.
The really good news:
the heart of the Buddha is
beyond both good and evil.

Sunday September 22, 2019
If there is no hope,
then lo and behold, no fear!
If there is no fear,
then lo and behold, freedom!
The hopelessness of no hope.

Monday September 23, 2019
Paying attention
to all that is happening.
What price attention?
We pay moment by moment
through every breath that we take.

Tuesday September 24, 2019
What is privacy?
It's the product of thinking
that there is something
somewhere that can be hidden.
Where's the place for space to hide?

Wednesday September 25, 2019
Being beyond both
the good and the evil is
to just let it be.
It is not your enemy
because it is not your friend.

Thursday September 26, 2019
To befriend yourself
is a highly ironic
exercise with words.
You exorcise the demons
named 'To', 'befriend', and 'yourself'.

Friday September 27, 2019
Rory's lion heart
roars inside of the chaos:
"This is the good news,
the liberating gospel:
every situation is!"

Saturday September 28, 2019
So emotional!
Ecstasy to depression,
and then back again
in a matter of minutes?
Stop fucking the damn monkey.

Sunday September 29, 2019

A very basic
blue cruzing down and around
the old rain soaked roads.
That status symbol outlived
its artistic usefulness.

Monday September 30, 2019
Our own projections
can lead us to the boredom
of meditation.
It is cool and it is cruel.
Whatever it takes to sit.

Saturday, 13 July 2019

Sum Of The Dharma

some of the dharma
Jack Kerouac
Penguin Books
1999

Review by Rory A.A. Hinton













Nineteen years ago I was on the road and needed change for the bus. I only had a $20.00 bill in my pocket. I looked around and noticed I was near a used bookstore. I walked into the store thinking that I could break the bill by buying a book. A book on the shelf near the front of the store window caught my attention. It was some of the dharma by Jack Kerouac. It was large and heavy, at least compared to Dharma Bums. Because it was used I got it for half the retail price. When I handed the cashier the bill I asked if they could break down the change into coins. “The bus?” she asked. “The bus” I said, smiling sheepishly. I left the store and waited for the bus. It was raining. When it arrived I walked on, settled into my seat, and carefully took the book out of the wet bag. I opened it to the first page and read the following words of dedication: "I love Allen Ginsberg - Let that be recorded in heaven's unchangeable heart - " (Jack Kerouac). Priceless.

Tuesday, 16 April 2019

Nagle

By Rory A.A. Hinton













And then suddenly
her words appear before me.
They are pure magic.
And yet, I have always read
them in all I have written.

Monday, 31 December 2018

Quite The Contrary, Perhaps

By Rory A.A. Hinton













“And no matter what anyone else might do or say about it, however they might judge or evaluate it, all is irrelevant in the reality of my vocation to solitude, even though I am not a typical hermit. Quite the contrary, perhaps. It does not matter how I may or may not be classified. In the light of this simple fact of God’s love and the form it has taken in the mystery of my life, classifications are ludicrous, and I have no further need to occupy my mind with them (if I ever did) - at least in this connection.” (Thomas Merton).

Sources
Mark Rothko. Untitled (1962).
Thomas Merton. Dancing In The Water Of Life. HarperOne. 2009.

和歌 December 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton


December 2018

Saturday December 01, 2018
There once was an old
ballpark on Stadium Road.
It was completely
and utterly demolished
to make way for lesser things.

Sunday December 02, 2018
The world that she made
began before I was born.
I first read of her
rushing through two thousand one
hundred and twelve liner notes.

Monday December 03, 2018
Heard it from the hall
way down inside, woman you
truly needed it.
At least you sounded like it
in your palace of mating.

Tuesday December 04, 2018
Inconsiderate.
Intolerably noisy.
It does not matter
that you were enjoying it.
What matters is my silence.

Wednesday December 05, 2018
Reading in earnest
Hemingway's early torrents
of spring in winter.
He has a place of honor:
the Karsh is hung by my door.

Thursday December 06, 2018
The more that I know,
the less that I want to be
a part of it all.
This old civilized man is
full of renewed discontent.

Friday December 07, 2018
From doing logic
in the manufacturing
warehouse that summer,
to writing pedagogic
within the academy.

Saturday December 08, 2018
It has been one week
since the formal move took place.
I am settling
into a new routine now,
while the old habits return.

Sunday December 09, 2018
The little sister
is constantly watching
my every movement.
This message and messenger
are as beautiful as her.

Monday December 10, 2018
Fifty years ago
today my solitary
master passed away.
I pay him living homage
this last month of the hermit.

Tuesday December 11, 2018
Hang your father's cross
very gently on the wall.
The shadow remains
as it was when I was too
young to take on the troubles.

Wednesday December 12, 2018
Hit the ground running
with my old Romanian
mistress memories.
Knowing that she is grateful
for her Blahniks is enough.

Thursday December 13, 2018
Was it the person
that produced the conception,
or rather was it
the conception that produced
this old Homeric person?

Friday December 14, 2018
Heard from my old cat
again after an absence.
All that she wanted
was to seductively purr
into my inviting ear.

Saturday December 15, 2018
The old alien
anthology is very
difficult to kill.
Still, it is less about death,
and so much more about stealth.

Sunday December 16, 2018
Alien anthem
and Andy's arias are
alphabetically
arranged and administered
autobiographically.

Monday December 17, 2018
Not that long ago ...
the gentle echo of her
Persian persuasion
proved to me that she's a muse
who does more than just amuse.

Tuesday December 18, 2018
The last flickering
remnants of the very last
flickering remnant.
My relatively obscure
pilot light is extinguished.

Wednesday December 19, 2018
The ambient sounds
of Deckhard's old apartment.
Strangely familiar.
Who plays beautifully for me?
The worst memories are hers.

Thursday December 20, 2018
The policed foyer
is as far as you will get.
Go ahead and take
pictures of my Christmas tree,
and toss yours while you're at it.

Friday December 21, 2018
Transhumanism.
Why do they try to stop it?
From TV programs
to computer programming:
resistance is futile.

Saturday December 22, 2018
I'm drinking Red Bull
first thing within the morning
now more than ever.
Ever since Baumgartner fell
to the earth, I've been jacked up.

Sunday December 23, 2018
Every so often
the sirens begin to sing
their destructive song.
They even use tunes I like.
The Garden is an instance.

Monday December 24, 2018
My own prison cell
devoted entirely
to my undoing.
For twenty four hours now
I stay wholly secluded.

Tuesday December 25, 2018
Concentrating on
the birth as well as the death
of the crucified.
Nothing more and nothing less
to stress over, finally.

Wednesday December 26, 2018
Still no word from them.
Be still and know that I am
good with this response.
This is what I have wanted.
Welcome to the new normal.

Thursday December 27, 2018
There's a new baby
now within the family.
I don't know her name.
I only heard second hand.
Third is more appropriate.

Friday December 28, 2018
For twelve straight hours
all my fingers kept moving
over the black keys.
I worked until I could not
work any longer at it.

Saturday December 29, 2018
It's the last weekend
of the year of the hermit.
I'm settled into
my manor and my manner.
The beginning of the end.

Sunday December 30, 2018
The external world
becomes physically distant.
The internal world
becomes timelessly present.
This is my reality.

Monday December 31, 2018
The refuged recluse
retreats from his fifty years
worth of recused clues.
Honestly hermeneuting
in the age of the hermit. 

Friday, 21 December 2018

Feuerbach's Essence

By Rory A.A. Hinton













The Essence Of Christianity is nothing but a footnote to Metaphysics. When Feuerbach states that he differs from those philosophers "who pluck out their eyes that they may see better; for my thought I require the senses, especially sight," he is echoing Aristotle: "All men by nature desire to know. An indication of this is in the delight we take in our senses; for even apart from their usefulness they are loved for themselves; and above all others the sense of sight." To therefore claim with Feuerbach that theology is anthropology is simply another way of saying with Aristotle that the essence of a thing is found within the thing itself: the soul of the eye is seeing.
     This is why Heidegger argues that you cannot have Being without human beings. And this is why Rahner argues that to carry out Feuerbach's program of reformulating dogmatic theology into theological anthropology does not necessarily mean that God gets reduced to Man. Ecce Homo is merely the means.
     It turns out after all that not all philosophy is but footnotes to Plato. Feuerbach’s Essence is an exceptional exception.

Sources
Aristotle. Metaphysics. Princeton University Press. 1991.
Karl Rahner. Foundations Of Christian Faith. Crossroad. 1982.
Ludwig Feuerbach. The Essence Of Christianity. Dover. 2008.
Martin Heidegger. Being And Time. Blackwell Publishers. 1962.
Thomas Sheehan. The Dream Of Karl Rahner. The New York Review Of Books. February 4, 1982.

Friday, 30 November 2018

和歌 November 2018

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Grace Under Pressure


November 2018

Thursday November 01, 2018
Living in the past
is living in the present.
The future is now,
within this very moment
(at least for the time-being).

Friday November 02, 2018
The way continues
to the now of this moment.
And with every bow
the practice begins and ends
without an interruption.

Saturday November 03, 2018
Studying Huike
is actually feasting
upon his marrow.
This is not for everyone.
Some lack the stomach for it.

Sunday November 04, 2018
Protestantism
is absolutely useless
unless you address
the basis of the protest:
The Summa Theologiae.

Monday November 05, 2018
There’s that smell again.
It makes me feel fucking sick
to my sucking gut.
It's not fresh, it is stale, straight
from the psychiatric ward.

Tuesday November 06, 2018
Into Great Silence.
What is the greatest silence?
Beyond poverty,
beyond chastity, beyond
obedience and Orders.

Wednesday November 07, 2018
Office politics
rears its ugly head once more.
I remain remote,
even in the midst of it.
At least I appeared again.

Thursday November 08, 2018
Furniture uproar.
No place to place anyone
anymore (or less).
My body barely fits in,
as my lofted mind lifts off.

Friday November 09, 2018
I'll tell you this much,
I will marry only once.
If it doesn't work,
I'll give her all of my stuff.
For me that will be enough.

Saturday November 10, 2018
This is the first snow
falling outside my window.
It's almost as thick
as the fall on that campus
when I disclosed my secret.

Sunday November 11, 2018
It is only right
that I remain with my kind.
With this white Insight 
I fight tooth and nail against
the flight from understanding.

Monday November 12, 2018
Under the weather.
Oversights are understood,
but I'm not able
to overcome them today.
Tuesday is another day.

Tuesday November 13, 2018
Time to stop reading.
Time to stop being concerned
with the verb 'to be',
to the extent that it tries
to keep me from becoming.

Wednesday November 14, 2018
I received the news
this morning concerning his
overdosing end.
I am remembering him,
despite our friendly distance.

Thursday November 15, 2018
This ghosting silence
is fully returned in turn.
It's never noticed.
On this very day of days,
I react accordingly.

Friday November 16, 2018
Reading all the charts
again after all this time.
Taking it all in
without trying to follow
every candlestick and wick.

Saturday November 17, 2018
This reality,
reason, reward, revenue,
and romance appears:
an old philosophy For
The New Intellectual.

Sunday November 18, 2018
They were look alikes.
Both were philosophical,
and sounded the same.
But one taught Aristotle,
while the other Heidegger.

Monday November 19, 2018
Rally base rally.
Higher highs and lower lows.
The talk of the trade
is spoken every morning.
After that the charts are mute.

Tuesday November 20, 2018
Fate is just the weight
of all the circumstances
that work their way through
the who, what, when, where, why, how,
and (very heavy) whether.

Wednesday November 21, 2018
Number twenty one
appears without fail each month.
It's a reminder
that I have a beginning,
and will also have an end.

Thursday November 22, 2018
My circumstances
are mindfully circumscribed.
And the more they change
the more they will remain as
Hemispheres within my head.

Friday November 23, 2018
None stop nine to five.
This is how I stay alive,
and meet my deadlines.
Nice work if you can get it.
I got it because I lied.

Saturday November 24, 2018
Haul ass to save ass,
exactly like Jackie O
in the black limo.
The only way to fight them
is to be where they are not.

Sunday November 25, 2018
Rest one day a week.
The less I rest, the weaker
I tend to become.
This one day is devoted
to absolutely nothing.

Monday November 26, 2018
How hard can it be?
I submitted my order.
You obviously
entered incorrect data.
I had to correct it, twice.

Tuesday November 27, 2018
Grace under pressure
and the wisdom to match it
is all that I need.
What the hell are you doing?
This is a telling question.

Wednesday November 28, 2018
This is moving day.
I need to be out by twelve.
I always clean up,
but the unexpected change
in the date prevented me.

Thursday November 29, 2018
You are beautiful
exactly as you are.
This is the message
that I received once again,
as I moved into my cell.

Friday November 30, 2018
Anthem of the heart,
and anthem of me minding
my own damn business.
Prometheus could care less,
unless its the Golden One.