Sunday, 31 December 2017

現代俳句 December 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

" color more Tibetan than Zen..."

December 2017

Friday December 01, 2017
Like father
Love son. 
So proud

Saturday December 02, 2017
Doc code
Hack her.
New view

Sunday December 03, 2017
Roar seventy
Four score. 
True blue

Monday December 04, 2017
First mount
Ton done. 
Last fast

Tuesday December 05, 2017
Old journal
Entry man.
Exit again

Wednesday December 06, 2017
Nose grind
Stone ground.
Many words

Thursday December 07, 2017
Cool monk
Man handle.
Aka hermit

Friday December 08, 2017
No documents
Slide showing.
Staying away

Saturday December 09, 2017
Very last
Day away.
Know way

Sunday December 10, 2017
Faithful fifty
Three vows.

Monday December 11, 2017
Northern Mountain
Order schedule.
Daily diligence

Tuesday December 12, 2017
Breathing thoughts
Without thinking.
Not unaware

Wednesday December 13, 2017
Trickster tries
Sitting schedule.
Physical humility

Thursday December 14, 2017
Office move
Pro exiting.
Next step

Friday December 15, 2017
All desires
Turn concrete.
Too slow

Saturday December 16, 2017
Transcribe words
Recorded reports.
Reluctant scribe

Sunday December 17, 2017
Let sleeping
Hermits lie.
Down here

Monday December 18, 2017
Relent less
Safety now.
Despite me

Tuesday December 19, 2017
Talking politically
Correct publically.
Private protection

Wednesday December 20, 2017
Phone call
Waiting back.
Never mind

Thursday December 21, 2017
Always kind
Behind view.
No matter

Friday December 22, 2017
Binge watch
Glitch fix.
All day

Saturday December 23, 2017
Cold gin
Time again.
Always win

Sunday December 24, 2017
Go lightly
Write her.
Of course

Monday December 25, 2017
Merton second
Vatican council.
Oriental theology

Tuesday December 26, 2017
Dog man
Best friend.
Holly dear

Wednesday December 27, 2017
Holed up
Side down.
Frosted flakes

Thursday December 28, 2017
Dried skin
Bone cold.
More heat

Friday December 29, 2017
Two minds
Think apart.
Old debate

Saturday December 30, 2017
Subject gate
Closed shut.
Man’s end

Sunday December 31, 2017
Merton magnificent
Maleficent matters.
Monastic mensch

Saturday, 30 December 2017

Why Do We Do This?

By Rory A.A. Hinton

I was raised as an agnostic. "No mind? No matter. No matter? Never mind." This sums up my attitude at the time. The only religious conversation I had with my father was at the dinner table one evening when I was young. It was about a simple prayer that I was told to pray before each meal: "God is great. God is good. Let us thank Him for this food. Amen." I did what I was told. It eventually became more of a poem than a prayer for me. I liked the cadence of it, but that did not prevent me from wondering why I had to recite it. At the very least it was a constant reminder for me to be thankful.
     After I prayed this prayer before dinner one evening, I asked my father: "Why do we do this?" Only now (forty years later) do I understand the wisdom not only of his response to my question, but of my parent's decision to have me continually pray (day after day) in the first place. He looked at me and said: "Fine. We won't pray anymore."
     I lived as a spiritual materialist from my late youth to my early adulthood. Curious George was my spirit animal growing up, so my monkey mind was on a mission to know. This heroic epistemological quest (the hero with a thousand questions) was a form of rebellion against my agnostic upbringing. It eventually led me (years later) to a YouTube video in which an interviewer asked C.G. Jung near the end of his life whether he now believed in God. Jung answered: "Now? Difficult to answer. I know. I don't need to believe. I know." I wanted to know like Jung.
     After ten years of wanting, my early agnostic roots got the very best of me. Curiously enough, it was Jung's Forward to D.T. Suzuki's book Introduction To Zen Buddhism that woke me up out of my gnostic slumber. From here, it was only a small step to know what follows from the following syllogism: if to know God is to know the self, and if to know the self is to know there is no self that knows, then to know God is to know that there is no self that knows (QED). Knowledge without a knower? I don't know.
     I took this best of steps at the worst of times in my life. I had finished a PhD and started an academic career. However, I could not find full-time academic work. All I could do was teach courses on a part-time basis for a fraction of a tenured salary. The struggle to make a living in the career of my choice, coupled with my maddening confusion over this "knowledge-without-a-knower" business, drove me to literally sit and do nothing.
     During this time I read Philip Kapleau's The Three Pillars Of Zen. This introduced me to the practice of zazen (just sitting). I just sat on my own until I started sitting at a local Zen Center. This experience was instructive, but not long lived. My wife at the time was resentful toward me practicing Zen at the Center, and did not want me to practice there any longer. I had to make a choice. I was married with three children. Loving them was my top priority. I wrote the Roshi at the Zen Center and said that I would not be sitting with the sangha any longer because of my situation at home. He wrote me back a very short letter that was to the point: "You are obviously not ready." He knew.
     Not long after this my marriage ended in a very difficult divorce. The experience left me bankrupt (in every way). I was without hope. As I sat in this hopelessness I read Chögyam Trungpa's Crazy Wisdom and felt a hint of freedom for the first time in my life. Like Padmasambhava, I too had explored sexuality and the marriage system and relating with a wife. This made me receptive to his insight that to have no hope is to have no fear, and to have no fear is to be free. This fact eventually led me to practice at a local Shambhala Center. However, this too did not last long. As I sat at the center, I started to feel like I was missing something. What is there to miss?
     As I sat in the foyer of the Shambhala Center one evening before a scheduled sitting, an older and seasoned member of the sangha noticed that I was wearing mala beads. He looked at me and asked: "Do you wear those for fashion or for practice?" This was no ordinary question. Without thinking I answered: "Both." I did not know who or what was speaking, but at that moment I knew what I was missing: the Zen sitting style of cool boredom: "Zen practices are supposed to provide real boredom. You should be really cornered by them." (Chögyam Trungpa). His use of 'fashion' made me think of 'style.' At that moment style and practice became one, and I realized that practicing a Tibetan style of sitting had helped me determine what was ultimately best for me.
     After I finished sitting that evening I left the Center and did not return. The manure of experience had served its purpose: "Nothing threatens us at all; everything is an ornament. The greater the chaos, the more everything becomes an ornament. That is the state of Vajradhara." (Chögyam Trungpa).



     Sitting within the Zen tradition grounds me in basic goodness, enjoyment, and ease. This is a commentary on my history, part of which consists in my discovery of Dōgen Zenji in the midst of my various life experiences (briefly described above). This feeling is therefore not fleeting, but founded upon and informed by Dōgen's demonstration of the dharma. His "Sōtō Zen" is the threadless red thread that gets read through the fabric of my life, providing wise guidance as the endless ensō of it is so continues beyond the point of death (Dōgen "died in the posture of zazen," as Hee-Jin Kim points out).
   "On the great road of buddha ancestors there is always unsurpassable practice, continuous and sustained. It forms the circle of the way and is never cut off. Between aspiration, practice, enlightenment, and nirvana, there is not a moment’s gap; continuous practice is the circle of the way. This being so, continuous practice is unstained, not forced by you or others. The power of this continuous practice confirms you as well as others. It means your practice affects the entire earth and the entire sky in the ten directions. Although not noticed by others or by yourself, it is so."
     Dōgen Zenji's words remind me of the wisdom behind my parent's decision to have me experience the continual practice of praying. There was a method to my parent's madness here (whether noticed on their part or not): it was only through this continual practice that I was ready and able to ask my father about its significance, and willing to hear the answer he gave me. And it is only now, after experiencing all of the methodological madness of my life up to this point, that I continue to sit (day after day) facing the gateless gate of the Great Matter and ask: Why do we do this?

Chögyam Trungpa. Crazy Wisdom. Shambhala. 2001.
Chögyam Trungpa. The Teacup And The Skullcup. Shambhala Publications. 2015
Dōgen Zenji. The Essential Dōgen. Shambhala. 2013.
Dōgen Zenji. Treasury Of The True Dharma Eye (ed. Kazuaki Tanahashi). Shambhala. 2012.
D.T. Suzuki. Introduction To Zen Buddhism. Grove/Atlantic. 1991.
Hee-Jin Kim. Eihei Dogen: Mystical Realist. Wisdom Publications. 2000.
Philip Kapleau. The Three Pillars Of Zen. Anchor. 1989.
Stephen Batchelor. Buddhism Without Beliefs. Penguin Group. 1997.

Sunday, 10 December 2017

和歌 December 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

December 2017

Sunday December 10, 2017
Have you come to stay?
Yes, Lady, if you’ll have me. 
Solitude: the way
to die and to love again
while sitting doing nothing.

Tuesday December 12, 2017
Why do we do this?
Fine. We won’t pray anymore.
Following my bliss ...
full of thanks for my father,
who knew what he was doing.

Wednesday December 13, 2017
Escape is at hand
for the vanishing manic.
His last grain of sand
drops down the bound hourglass
of public obscurity.

Thursday December 14, 2017
With her coy chuckle
my singing chambermaid left.
She wasn’t subtle:
checking out hours before
all my desires became.

Friday December 15, 2017
Why? What did he do?
He legislated our world.
The poets who knew
followed this Trans-Canada
highway, fully, completely.

Saturday December 23, 2017
The bell tolls for thee,
binary identity.
The death of god, the
illusion of the ego:
hymns to the empty silence.

Sunday December 24, 2017
Return to the real,
the only is what it is.
This star-gazer feels
blooming under the night sky.
There never was you and I.

Monday December 25, 2017
Practice like you are
saving your head from fire?
Practicing afar:
shaving the hidden dragon
fire burning through the skull. 

Thursday, 30 November 2017

現代俳句 November 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

November 2017

Wednesday November 01, 2017
Java doc
Her code.
His mode

Thursday November 02, 2017
Virtual vision
Field glitch.
White world

Friday November 03, 2017
Buddha pest
Control bored.
Stiff back

Saturday November 04, 2017
Floor bored
Nails polish.
Jagged edge

Sunday November 05, 2017
Passenger seats
Changing greets.
Vanishing row

Monday November 06, 2017
Winter wind
Blowing in.
Side angle

Tuesday November 07, 2017
Give back
Track more.
Bliss fully

Wednesday November 08, 2017
Another one
Gone good.
Brief impact

Thursday November 09, 2017
Document method
Madness drama. 
Quietly delivered

Friday November 10, 2017
Facing fears
Cheers ears.
Word talking

Saturday November 11, 2017
Bow man
Ville chill.
Buds bloom

Sunday November 12, 2017
Lost pass
Word found.
Good eye

Monday November 13, 2017
Ad hoc
Key ring.
Bell tolls

Tuesday November 14, 2017
Silent adoration
Working humility.
Daily practice

Wednesday November 15, 2017
Sworn silent
Greetings off.
Leaving alone

Thursday November 16, 2017
New seeds
Sown now.
How timely

Friday November 17, 2017
Bald dragon
Den father.
This works

Saturday November 18, 2017
Build fortress
Around town.
Teen dreams

Sunday November 19, 2017
Shaved clean
Start again. 
Grow slow

Monday November 20, 2017
Stone cold
Temp drop.
Stop crop

Tuesday November 21, 2017
Drop hint
On point.
Stop shop

Wednesday November 22, 2017
Net worth
More gain.
Pain game

Thursday November 23, 2017
Virgin above
Viper below.
Know show

Friday November 24, 2017
Old friend
Birth day. 
In fashion

Saturday November 25, 2017
Solitary work
Week ends.
Inside job

Sunday November 26, 2017
Bright white
Light night. 
Thank you

Monday November 27, 2017
Home work
Out more.
Body mind

Tuesday November 28, 2017
Angel breaks
Free dome. 
Flat heaven

Wednesday November 29, 2017
Own worst
Enemy it.
Pass by

Thursday November 30, 2017
Entering into
Great Silence.
Night office

Tuesday, 21 November 2017

The Heidegger Files

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Sein Und Zeit - Signed First Edition

"It is rather the darkest of all." (Martin Heidegger)

I recently finished binge watching The X-Files on Netflix. It took me two weeks to get through it. Xbox Gold rewarded my obsessive effort with a virtual trophy. Nice. What started out as a way to spend some spare time ended up as a nostalgic indulgence.
     My late father introduced me to the show when it first aired twenty three years ago. Watching it was one of the few things we did together. He later confessed to me that his commitment to it had less to do with his interest in science fiction, and more to do with his love of Gillian Anderson. Like father, like son.




     He did, however, tell me that the X-Files were real files. I wanted to believe. So I did. Instilling in me the belief that the show was more science than fiction, that Mulder and Scully were actually dramatizing real events cataloged in top secret government files, has been the inspiration behind my ever evolving reconnaissance mission to seek the truth out there, wherever and whatever it might be: "Supposing truth is a woman - what then?" (Friedrich Nietzsche).
     The tenth episode of the seventh season of The X-Files is entitled "Sein Und Zeit" (Being And Time). It was written as the first of  a two-part segment that reveals what happened to Mulder's sister Samantha. It is one of many episodes that informs the narrative arch of the alien-conspiracy mythology.

Fox And Samantha


     The title of the episode intrigued me. I first read Martin Heidegger's Sein Und Zeit as an undergraduate philosophy major. It left its mark on me. Over the years I have come back to this book and read it through new eyes each time (these days they are decidedly pragmatic). Richard Rorty's summation of Heidegger's significance sums up my present attitude: "Heideggerese is Heidegger's gift to us, not Being's gift to Heidegger."
     This is a pragmatic way of saying that Heidegger's worth is in the language he has given us in Being And Time ("Heideggerese") to get things intentionally done in the world, rather than using "Platonese" to leave things ineffably undone (supposedly) elsewhere. So much the worse for Platonic onto-theology: "Christianity is Platonism for the masses." (Friedrich Nietzsche).
     One of the things I wanted to get done after I watched episode ten was to determine if (and how) Heidegger's philosophy in Sein Und Zeit influenced the writers'/producers' decision to call it what they did. I am not the first person to think about this. But all that I could find online was an acknowledgement by a serious X-Files fansite that the connection between Heidegger's book and the title of the episode was something left unanswered. At least it was asked.
     Heidegger's philosophy is a modern commentary on the ancient claim made by Heraclitus that "all is flux." What distinguishes Being And Time in the history of Western philosophy is the emphasis that it places on the word 'all'. To be in the world (being) is to continually become in a world of constant change, a world that is experienced as the indefinitely continued progress of events (time), and grounded in primordial temporality (history). So, to be in the world is to be in history (and no where else). This is true of all that is (without exception). Michel Foucault's important insight that we are all "historically condemned to history" is nothing but a footnote to Heidegger (who did not mind the condemnation).



     With this in mind, my guess about the title is that the key to understanding Mulder's "Closure" (the title of the second part of this segment) about Samantha is found in his recognition that her death is a tragic end, but that it does not occur through alien means. As he comes to terms with the recent death of his mother, this discovery about Samantha plays a central part of what it means for him to be in the world. He finds peace at this stage of the story by letting go of his conspiratorial quest for a more-than-natural answer to Samantha's human-all-too-human disappearance. Like Heidegger, he accepts his condemnation without complaint.
     "Heideggerese" has helped me gain descriptive closure over the death of my father. Writing this essay in his memory certainly makes this process easier. But such closure does not close the door on the mystery of being in the world (whether that includes the disappearance of your sister or the demise of your father). In the end we still must face the question of the Being of beings, the "darkest of all." This is the real X-File.

Albert Hinton (1934-2011)

Tuesday, 31 October 2017

現代俳句 October 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

October 2017

Sunday October 01, 2017
Dignified grave
Site preserved.
Protective shade

Monday October 02, 2017
Sun shine
Shot seen.
Hoop her

Tuesday October 03, 2017
Sitting still
Moving up.
Time being

Wednesday October 04, 2017
Dead on
Arrive all.
Flat line

Thursday October 05, 2017
Last call
Mall meal.
Table duty

Friday October 06, 2017
Bud wise
Her wisdom.
Con federate

Saturday October 07, 2017
Space time
Being station.
Strange image

Sunday October 08, 2017
Fire place
Trace light.
Entire night

Monday October 09, 2017
Nothing left
Over eating.
Boring cuisine

Tuesday October 10, 2017
Don’t fuck
Things up.
Stay down

Wednesday October 11, 2017
Six years
Ago today.
Daily grind

Thursday October 12, 2017
Savaged beauty
Secretly returns.
Fashionable life

Friday October 13, 2017
My physical
Death wish.
Be ready

Saturday October 14, 2017
Never knowing
You completely.
Knew suggestion

Sunday October 15, 2017
Bathurst hill
Battle weary.
Life cycles

Monday October 16, 2017
Final season
Ending race.
Eighty eight

Tuesday October 17, 2017
Bivalent effort
Less mess.
Still valiant

Wednesday October 18, 2017
Ex on
Her ate.
Me oui

Thursday October 19, 2017
Thank you
Too much.
Video booth

Friday October 20, 2017
Some times
Two love.
Strange her

Saturday October 21, 2017
Stranger things
Change places.
Best memories

Sunday October 22, 2017
Home base
Ball game.
Last season

Monday October 23, 2017
Sitting zazen
Reading Dogen.
Nothing more

Tuesday October 24, 2017
Body breaking
Down window.
Falling apart

Wednesday October 25, 2017
Amount two
Nothing much.
Cube tube

Thursday October 26, 2017
Bodhi dharma
Bum life.
Idle idling

Friday October 27, 2017
Do nothing
Burger king.
Brother bling

Saturday October 28, 2017
Only #poetry
Hash tag.
White flag

Sunday October, 29, 2017
Sharp pain
Dulls brain.
Can’t ignore

Monday October, 30, 2017
Virtual rain
Drops falling.
Movie music

Tuesday October, 31, 2017
Account ant
Man machine.
Tour ended.

Sunday, 22 October 2017

Spin On A Sonnet

By Rory A.A. Hinton

They also serve who only sit and sate.

Saturday, 30 September 2017

現代俳句 September 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

September 2017

Friday September 01, 2017
Name space
Trace brand.
Band width

Saturday September 02, 2017
Soul mates
Know more. 
Sour taste

Sunday September 03, 2017
Black house
Mother shady.
Lady blues

Monday September 04, 2017
One weak
Taking off.
Estate cash

Tuesday September 05, 2017
Movie scooter
Away drama.
Irony man

Wednesday September 06, 2017
Funeral plan
Ahead again.
Father blues

Thursday September 07, 2017
Stay put
Down up.
Own man

Friday September 08, 2017
Sorry bad
Boy shame.
Renew IT

Saturday September 09, 2017
Freedom 55
Alive again. 
Two more

Sunday September 10, 2017
Daily double
Down dose.
Dear diary

Monday September 11, 2017
Due date
Time again.
Hey baby

Tuesday September 12, 2017
Better late
Never mind.
Empty work

Wednesday September 13, 2017
Delicate sounding
On alignment. 
Secret relation

Thursday September 14, 2017
Make most
Moist cake.
Eating it

Friday September 15, 2017
Death poem
Recited well.
Wit man

Saturday September 16, 2017
Winter beard
Grows cold. 
Froze zen

Sunday September 17, 2017
Father earth
Mothers birth.
Rose merry

Monday September 18, 2017
Mountain Merton
Manner Matterhorn.
Model mensch

Tuesday September 19, 2017
Seven teen
Town e11even.
Father hood

Wednesday September 20, 2017
Still uneasy
Sense her.
Backing off

Thursday September 21, 2017
Last minute
Man handle.
Willingly able

Friday September 22, 2017
Pat trick
Tail back.
Rebel tunes

Saturday September 23, 2017
White wall
Zen power.
Urge purge

Sunday September 24, 2017
Ode irony
Bored stiff.
Care man

Monday September 25, 2017
Walk away
Way allay.
Turn out

Tuesday September 26, 2017
Reconstruct on
Point rationally.
Logically positive

Wednesday September 27, 2017
Bye polar
Ice queen.
Be loving

Thursday September 28, 2017
Better bye
Now never.
Memory lost

Friday September 29, 2017
Old stock
Car crash.
Die hard

Saturday September 30, 2017
Prime number
Three time.
Dream driving

Thursday, 31 August 2017

現代俳句 August 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

August 2017

Tuesday August 01, 2017
Machine joy
Division men.
Style guides

Wednesday August 02, 2017
Shrine fall
Off center.
Low down

Thursday August 03, 2017
Beaded blood
Brother bond.
Two doctors

Friday August 04, 2017
Parking lot
Flat fee.
Worth it

Saturday August 05, 2017
Musical festival
Drop offspring.
Dairy king

Sunday August 06, 2017
Father son
Running on.
Both ways

Monday August 07, 2017
Costly living
Space race.
Empty form

Tuesday August 08, 2017
Grounded sitting
Inspiration man.
Heir jordan

Wednesday August 09, 2017
Seclusion clue
Clouseau knows.
Curious cloister

Thursday August 10, 2017
Music garden
Park bench.
Homage her

Friday August 11, 2017
Four days
Late score.
Bore dumb

Saturday August 12, 2017
Season one
Two together.
Third time

Sunday August 13, 2017
White wind
Zen again.
Ever open

Monday August 14, 2017
Struck deaf
Dumb blind.
Sound seen

Tuesday August 15, 2017
Kind words
Woo kindred.
Healing him

Wednesday August 16, 2017
Drop dead
Head rolls.
Bell rings

Thursday August 17, 2017
Mixed tears
Tearing heart.
Finally home

Friday August 18, 2017
Home sweet
Heart suite.
All together

Saturday August 19, 2017
Karma cancer
Man woman.
Checked out

Sunday August 20, 2017
Deep inner
Pain again.
Gain relief

Monday August 21, 2017
Past harmful
Karma reality.
Fully avow

Tuesday August 22, 2017
Zoom boom
Boom lights.
Out bound

Wednesday August 23, 2017
Closed blind
Man walking.
Tall hero

Thursday August 24, 2017
Pain pain
Pain pain.
Pain pain

Friday August 25, 2017
Rain rain
Rain rain.
Rain rain.

Saturday August 26, 2017
Gain gain
Gain gain.
Gain gain

Sunday August 27, 2017
Subtly simple
Silence sings.
Songs myself

Monday August 28, 2017
Corpus christi
Rocked port.
Sent concern

Tuesday August 29, 2017
Down pour
Water town.
Back canuck

Wednesday August 30, 2017
Weak weary
Worn weather.
Wither wilson

Thursday August 31, 2017
Final release
Date finished.
Piece meals

Friday, 4 August 2017

The Unemployed Samurai

The Teacup & The Skullcup
Chögyam Trungpa
Shambhala Publications

Review by Rory A.A. Hinton

For Roshi Taigen Henderson

Faceless Roshi
Standing still
(as a pillar) again.
Zen dismantling
Sick vanity.

The practical joke:
Distracting zendo buddhas
On squeaking floorboards?
Cheshire cat smiling before
Sitting back in cool boredom.

Heads roll in dokusan.
Sliced off clean
By the bladeless sword
Of this employed samurai.
Body sitting headless.

Unemployed and overjoyed.
Gazing out of a window,
Obliviously attentive.
Hearing the birds
Chirping a requiem.

Faceful Rinpoche
Smiling still
(as a killer) mantra.
Tantra enchanting
Basic sanity.

Chögyam Trungpa. The Teacup And The Skullcup. Shambhala Publications. 2015
Philip Kapleau. The Three Pillars Of Zen. Anchor. 1989. 

Monday, 31 July 2017

現代俳句 July 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

July 2017

Saturday July 01, 2017
Cocaine colored
Computer cards.
Sleeved mutiny

Sunday July 02, 2017
Drive desire
Dying down. 
Keep quiet

Monday July 03, 2017
Black swan
Lake front.
Big buddha

Tuesday July 04, 2017
Three months
Later nudges.
Under orders

Wednesday July 05, 2017
Aging man
Diva young.
Photo bomb

Thursday July 06, 2017
Curious card
Carrying friend.
Distant remains

Friday July 07, 2017
Short work
Weak peek.
Peak week

Saturday July 08, 2017
Romantic monk
Falling leftover.
Ironic discipline

Sunday July 09, 2017
Mein path
Less frozen.
Warm heart

Monday July 10, 2017
King street
Queen Bee.
She’s crafty

Tuesday July 11, 2017
Look ring
Bling alert.
Stay away

Wednesday July 12, 2017
Left side
Leg pain. 
Sit back

Thursday July 13, 2017
Valiant effort
Less stress.
Tragic magic

Friday July 14, 2017
First week
Knee stretch.
Chair warrior

Saturday July 15, 2017
Lion roaring
Engine sings.
Formula won

Sunday July 16, 2017
Shape shifting
Space drifting.
Reflective gap

Monday July 17, 2017
Death comes
Fully aware. 
No prisoners

Tuesday July 18, 2017
Unshaved singer
Coughing chants.
No credentials

Wednesday July 19, 2017
Magical memory
Method madness.
Mendicant monster

Thursday July 20, 2017
Wits ending
Begin again.
Open gaps

Friday July 21, 2017
Tibetan power
Outage secret.
Sane view

Saturday July 22, 2017
Death retreat
Hermit wish.
Alley ally

Sunday July 23, 2017
Personal project
Residue returns.
Lonely journey

Monday July 24, 2017
Good writing
Difficult find. 
USB sticks

Tuesday July 25, 2017
Con fess
Up man. 
Get set

Wednesday July 26, 2017
Writer’s block
Chain gang.
Finance this

Thursday July 27, 2017
One drive
In time.
All there

Friday July 28, 2017
Cold sweat
Head ache.
Not well

Saturday July 29, 2017
Direct tantra
Haiku poetry.
Crazy trickery

Sunday July 30, 2017
Ordinary mein
Fields dreams.
Mind bombs

Monday July 31, 2017
Butchering IT
Company man.
Mature leader

Patrick Harbron. Mutiny Up My Sleeve. 1978.

Saturday, 29 July 2017


By Rory A.A. Hinton


Thursday, 6 July 2017

The Old Man On The Hill

By Rory A.A. Hinton

My soul is tired from climbing
Up this sherpaless mountain.
There are no more caves
To stop in and sit down.
There are no more walls
To stare at and see through
Kwai Chang Caine's Kung Fu.

I’m at the point of exhaustion,
On the point of the mountain’s peak.
What’s the point of this exhaustive peek?
To watch a bird leave its nest,
From the top of this secular mountain,
And fly up high into the effortless sky.
Now what?

Friday, 30 June 2017

現代俳句 June 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

June 2017

Thursday June 01, 2017
Sick dog
Store he.
Cat tongue

Friday June 02, 2017
Fore me
Her mes.
Many any

Saturday June 03, 2017
Boing ping
Boom tschak.
Non stop

Sunday June 04, 2017
Know exit
Stage left.
Be right

Monday June 05, 2017
One more
Weak left.
Strong arm

Tuesday June 06, 2017
Con so
Late on.
Pry eyes

Wednesday June 07, 2017
Very big
But nice.
Ice ball

Thursday June 08, 2017
All reach
No touch.
My clutch

Friday June 09, 2017
Kind monster
Energy drunk.
Green goulash

Saturday June 10, 2017
Painful release
Cycle spinning.
Seizing gears.

Sunday June 11, 2017
Old rush
Fan men. 
Tea shirt

Monday June 12, 2017
Hang rope
Drop down.
God’s abyss

Tuesday June 13, 2017
He lived
Fully human.
All too

Wednesday June 14, 2017
Rest rest
REST full.
Cell sell

Thursday June 15, 2017
Vitals lost
Found again.
So grateful

Friday June 16, 2017
Inside her
House hold. 
Up above

Saturday June 17, 2017
Dogen dying
Daily duty.
Fifty three

Sunday June 18, 2017
Fluid flow
Out bound.
Light weight

Monday June 19, 2017
Old academic
Chair man. 
Empty study

Tuesday June 20, 2017
Earth wind
Fire eyes.
Tears roll

Wednesday June 21, 2017
Body falls
Off limits. 
Thin hin

Thursday June 22, 2017
Merton now
More then.
Ever land

Friday June 23, 2017
Clean up
New guy.
Irish eye

Saturday June 24, 2017
Street car
End line. 
Ghost rider

Sunday June 25, 2017
Old body
Bag bones.
Crack up

Monday June 26, 2017
Night pain
Relief pills.
Monster up

Tuesday June 27, 2017
No Sleep
Ace spades.
Only hearts

Wednesday June 28, 2017
Slow separation
Agreement down.
Independence day

Thursday June 29, 2017
Turn back
Switch clear.
Mein dear

Friday June 30, 2017
The dead
No longer.
Get lonely

Sunday, 18 June 2017

“ color more Tibetan than Zen…”

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Howling poet released
By love's solitary demand.
It's the end of the beginning
For the unemployed samurai,
Who got fired and retired
His dissatisfied pen.

Headless body 
Written away.
Behind the echo
Of God's laughter,
Moon and Zen
Together again. 

The great matter
Does not matter.
Never mind it
By showing me,
Through the way
You sit and talk:

     Why did Merton die
     In Bangkok?

Christopher Meatyard. Photographing Thomas Merton. 2014.

Wednesday, 7 June 2017

All Reach And No Touch

By Rory A.A. Hinton

Choosing to negate
Her specious look
At that early date.
Already forty eight.

Refusing to relate
His precious book.
At that, she flees.
Almost forty three.

A long shot?
Time won't make
This trade short.
Wise men abort.

Trusting my sense of smell.
Suffering through all's well.
Saddling the beast I'm on:
“Yes, Ms. Francon.”

We inhabited that steed.
Stride for beautiful stride.
The veritas of our breed?
The joy is in the ride.

Silence so subversive.
So much minimal style.
I still remain breathless.
Sprinting this quarter-mile.

Cash is riding on this stallion.
Grand esprit under the rising sun.
Chasing this distant horizon.
Set it free and let it run ...

Monday, 5 June 2017

The Consolation Of Eros

By Rory A.A. Hinton

That old cold freedom
Returns without consent,
Without concern,
Without my yearning
Tactile offensiveness.
His peaceful piece
Playing me again.
The consolation of eros
Less indifference.

Learning to get along
Without my hastening
The almost slowest
Suicide in history,
Repeating itself.
Her reckless impulse
Slaying me again?
The consolation of the hero
Less quest.

Being a passerby
By biding my time
Inside the hermitage,
In this age of the hermit
I am old enough to know.
Attention without
Attachment within.
I win the consolation prize,
Lest I talk.

Thursday, 1 June 2017

現代俳句 May 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton


May 2017

Monday May 01, 2017
Round about
Time capsule.
Hero worship

Tuesday May 02, 2017
Prey tell
Tall tale.
Shake it

Wednesday May 03, 2017
Animate cannibal
Corpse returning.
Loudly ridiculous

Thursday May 04, 2017
Alice wonder
Land away.
Price tag

Friday May 05, 2017
Carthusian cell
Bound reclusion.
Doubling down

Saturday May 06, 2017
On own
One won.
A wake

Sunday May 07, 2017
Left leg
Pain go.
Right on

Monday May 08, 2017
Career man
Handle care.
User focused

Tuesday May 09, 2017
Delicious journey
Back tracking.
Bitter sweet

Wednesday May 10, 2017
Exhausted weakness
Remembering shadows.
Inconsolable manner

Thursday May 11, 2017
Still more
Pain pills.
Four score

Friday May 12, 2017
Mine GUT.

Saturday May 13, 2017
Single resident
Evil gameplay.
Stay grounded

Sunday May 14, 2017
Spotted couch
Cleaning agent.
Abstract leather

Monday May 15, 2017
Hiding boy
Plays home.
Alone again

Tuesday May 16, 2017
Philosopher reading
Gnostic secrets.
Hermes harkens

Wednesday May 17, 2017
Begin be
Gin again.
Drink cold

Thursday May 18, 2017
Some one
Lone gun.
Stone hot

Friday May 19, 2017
Legal alien
Coven ant.
Won’t can’t

Saturday May 20, 2017
Keep her
Give away.
Knew day

Sunday May 21, 2017
His star
Gaze her.
New day

Monday May 22, 2017
No social
Media man.
Public ban

Tuesday May 23, 2017
Put weight
On shoulder.
Onward hoe

Wednesday May 24, 2017
Minor opera
Night walker.
Talker down

Thursday May 25, 2017
Down pour
Us always.
Umm brella

Friday May 26, 2017
Forced expert
Tease please.
Wish granted

Saturday May 27, 2017
No guru
Me thod.
Van man

Sunday May 28, 2017
Gin tonic
Talk time.
Only three

Monday May 29, 2017
Due date
Late day.
On time

Tuesday May 30, 2017
Thirty years
Ago today.
No regrets

Wednesday May 31, 2017
Betray all
Apology me.
Regret forget

Sunday, 30 April 2017

現代俳句 April 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton


April 2017

Saturday April 01, 2017
Dress depends
Shoes wearing.
More style

Sunday April 02, 2017
Never heard
From again. 
Bene fit

Monday April 03, 2017
Saint Bene
Dick arnaud.
Eagle wings

Tuesday April 04, 2017
She projects
Intuitive me.
My authenticity

Wednesday April 05, 2017
Further back
Tracks away.
No surprise

Thursday April 06, 2017
Not being
Truly open.
Close door

Friday April 07, 2017
Old frame
New view. 
See clear

Saturday April 08, 2017
Don’t get
Angry even.
The creedo

Sunday April 09, 2017
Pole dancing
Madly alone. 
Square won

Monday April 10, 2017
Passion fashion
Consultation fee.
Being you

Tuesday April 11, 2017
Cut her
Art fair.
So slow

Wednesday April 12, 2017
Last love
Affair long.
Far away

Thursday April 13, 2017
Block jock
Key riding. 
Finish line

Friday April 14, 2017
In formal
Exit out.
My way

Saturday April 15, 2017
Oka Okta
Tata OkTa.
Hola Ola 

Sunday April 16, 2017
Father’s cross
Gently walled. 
Shadow show

Monday April 17, 2017
Even game
Day playing. 
Legs aplenty

Tuesday April 18, 2017
Man without
Women ban.
Use illusion

Wednesday April 19, 2017
Every inch
Pinch me. 
Past due

Thursday April 20, 2017
Old freedom
Back again. 
Eros erased

Friday April 21, 2017
Third person
Present tense.
Staying away

Saturday April 22, 2017
Ice so
Late on.
Very alien

Sunday April 23, 2017
Condo can
Do time.
Cold gin

Monday April 24, 2017
Three our
Time zone.
No show.

Tuesday April 25, 2017
Fire drill
Down out.
Know show

Wednesday April 26, 2017
Looming dead
Line drawing. 
Tracing again

Thursday April 27, 2017
End stumbling
Briefly planned.
Another reminder

Friday April 28, 2017
SAM elle
Décor bare.
Deep hints

Saturday April 29, 2017
Artistic stranger
Friction brother.
Fashion frames

Sunday April 30, 2017
Con so
Late on. 
Capital H

Friday, 31 March 2017

現代俳句 March 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton


March 2017

Wednesday March 01, 2017
Go fast
Her show.
Slow down

Thursday March 02, 2017
Hers not
Her knot.
Step step

Friday March 03, 2017
Steps always
Ahead taken.
Pain laden

Saturday March 04, 2017
Forty days
Nights fast.
Track her

Sunday March 05, 2017
Effect it.
Cut line

Monday March 06, 2017
Touching real
Deal another.
Careful now

Tuesday March 07, 2017
Very far
Near dear.
Little angel

Wednesday March 08, 2017
Soft hard
Ball pitch. 
Switch hit

Thursday March 09, 2017
Stay far
Away day.
Other work

Friday March 10, 2017
Sub zero
Cold out.
Boy dining

Saturday March 11, 2017
Alive dead
Kennedys kill.
Still born

Sunday March 12, 2017
Tata knows
Now always.
Dream visions

Monday March 13, 2017
My stick
Sick body.
Soul train

Tuesday March 14, 2017
Love born
Sorrow again.
In sincerity

Wednesday March 15, 2017
Old grey
Beard man.
Not liked

Thursday March 16, 2017
How emotional
Turmoil striking.
Reminded again

Friday March 17, 2017
Well heeled
Message me.
Fitness fit 

Saturday March 18, 2017
Work weak
End game. 
Play after

Sunday March 19, 2017
Hail saint
Mary mother.
Death hour

Monday March 20, 2017
Good buy
Buddha man.
Into mystery

Tuesday March 21, 2017
Take two
Again in.
Old order

Wednesday March 22, 2017
Her attack
Back again.
Haus hermit

Thursday March 23, 2017
Feels bad
Badly played.
Another nudge

Friday March 24, 2017
So bless
Sing sing.
Prison song

Saturday March 25, 2017
Her almost
Over time.
Six days

Sunday March 26, 2017
Learn turn
Kehre yearn.
Volk wagen

Monday March 27, 2017
One week
Left weak.
Last purge

Tuesday March 28, 2017
Old man
Hex files.
Skin him

Wednesday March 29, 2017
From zero
Two too. 
First cut

Thursday March 30, 2017
Set haus
In order. 
All most

Friday March 31, 2017
Her last
Day done.
Hail Mary

Tuesday, 28 February 2017

現代俳句 February 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton


February 2017

Wednesday February 01, 2017
Close down
Down move.
Ice water

Thursday February 02, 2017
Enemies closer
Closest retreat.
Release hopes

Friday February 03, 2017
Find true
Calling it.
Herm it

Saturday February 04, 2017
Maternal offering
Comfort coming.
Fraternal obscurity

Sunday February 05, 2017
Dream weave
Her machine.
Need relief

Monday February 06, 2017
Curse over
Time Heals.
From behind

Tuesday February 07, 2017
Feels nice
Ice king.
Bring it

Wednesday February 08, 2017
Moving back
Forth down.
First goal

Thursday February 09, 2017
Final days
End game.
Cat power

Friday February 10, 2017
Comic relief
Brief grief.
God's laugh

Saturday February 11, 2017
Awake shake
Head shave.
Infant steps

Sunday February 12, 2017
Our song
Sung again.
Waiting here

Monday February 13, 2017
Levi leaving
Home nice.
Feeling it

Tuesday February 14, 2017
In this
Lane again.
No parking

Wednesday February 15, 2017
Heavy sigh
Steady now.
Memory lane

Thursday February 16, 2017
Her mit
Out me.
We be

Friday February 17, 2017
Life form
Less time.
My fault

Saturday February 18, 2017
Strange bed
Fellow low.
Down town

Sunday February 19, 2017
Grizzly bare
It consumes.
Resume vow

Monday February 20, 2017
Wreck less
Impulse sieve.
No wholes

Tuesday February 21, 2017
Solo demo
Show doh.
So dope

Wednesday February 22, 2017
Hit ball
Out park.
Batter in

Thursday February 23, 2017
Long distance
Dancing again.
Reckless relief

Friday February 24, 2017
Unique friend
Found style.
Real Gucci

Saturday February 25, 2017
Make peace
Piece price.
Her silence

Sunday February 26, 2017
Family dinner
Inviting me.
Two slices

Monday February 27, 2017
Red nails
Rip nice.
De tails

Tuesday February 28, 2017
Have luck
Will travel.
In sides

Sunday, 12 February 2017

The Imitation Of Chuang Tzu

The Way Of Chuang Tzu
Thomas Merton
New Directions

Reviewed by Rory A.A. Hinton

The Way Of Chuang Tzu

“Last night I dreamed I was, temporarily, back at Gethsemani. I was dressed in a Buddhist monk’s habit, but with more black and red and gold, a "Zen habit," in color more Tibetan than Zen . . . I met some women in the corridor, visitors and students of Asian religion, to whom I was explaining I was a kind of Zen monk and Gelugpa together, when I woke up.” (Thomas Merton)

Merton's Mountain composed
In youthfully undisciplined prose.
Hinayana hyperbole. But yana still
Born under the sign of the water bearer.
Bourn along the seal of the earth sharer
Imitating The Way Of Chuang Tzu
In some former life.

Never offering a Jesuit apology
Accepted just as he is what he is:
A buddha recluse reclining
While refusing to go dining
With this slumbering world.
The highest submission lies
Beyond Trappist ambition.

"...when I woke up."

Thomas Merton. The Asian Journal Of Thomas Merton. New Directions. 1975.
Thomas Merton. The Seven Storey Mountain. 50th Anniversary. Mariner Books. 2001.
Thomas Merton. The Way Of Chuang Tzu. New Directions. 1969. 

Tuesday, 17 January 2017

現代俳句 January 2017

By Rory A.A. Hinton

January 2017

Sunday January 01, 2017
Last weak
End game.
Lame duck

Monday January 02, 2017
Day off
On again.
Not aware

Tuesday January 03, 2017
Sun down
Paris kings.
Rusty breeze

Wednesday January 04, 2017
Feeling fully
Complete it.
Time tells

Thursday January 05, 2017
Concert dropout
Dilettante man.
Digitally domestic

Friday January 06, 2017
Frozen food
Section off.
Winter region

Saturday January 07, 2017
Pay meant
Went through.
Paying pall

Sunday January 08, 2017
Necessary sell
Off merchandise.
Almost finished

Monday January 09, 2017
Play fast
Loose it.
Playing all

Tuesday January 10, 2017
Must be
True free.
More often

Wednesday January 11, 2017
Coffee con
Template on.
Strange thing

Thursday January 12, 2017
Rock enroll
Role call.
Fall guy

Friday January 13, 2017
Always never
Enough flow.
Blow dough

Saturday January 14, 2017
Fed up
Start it.
Pit bull

Sunday January 15, 2017
Walt white
Man her.
West turn

Monday January 16, 2017
Anxious axis
Evil economy.
Theonomy man

Tuesday January 17, 2017
Praxis axis
Prime evil.
Laugh tub

Wednesday January 18, 2017
Pent house
Bound breath.
Furnished fully

Thursday January 19, 2017
Temporary office
Space occupant.
Staying away

Friday January 20, 2017
Honestly worst
Mistake spoken.
Connect again

Saturday January 21, 2017
Glass foyer
Water walls.
Last best

Sunday January 22, 2017
Still desk
Think US.
Wait mate

Monday January 23, 2017
Pro teen
Eat right.
Best effort

Tuesday January 24, 2017
Back out
Again in.
Input less

Wednesday January 25, 2017
Liberal guilt
Sore losers.
Over rated

Thursday January 26, 2017
First due
Date late.
Not well

Friday January 27, 2017
Out side
City limits.
Bored walk

Saturday January 28, 2017
New lease
Release me.
South ward

Sunday January 29, 2017
Replace BMW
ATS refaced.
Under ground

Monday January 30, 2017
Money transfer
Accepted lease.
Release keys

Tuesday January 31, 2017
My knock
Knock door.
Open up