Zen Spot #101 -- Mindfulness, meditation and reaching into a swarm of flies February 24, 2018 00:05
Carnival barkers crucified circa 1977
The walls of CBGB, the Punk music club in New York City’s Bowery, were true, ambitious, calculated, spiraling and unconscious. Control that could have been exercised over the crucifixion of cheap playbills was turned over to the gods and chance. The air and culture were saturated. That single, universal, never-ending, unanswerable, existential question floated between the walls while musicians, artists, writers and thinkers tried to grab it, like reaching into a swarm of flies. Philosophies, schools and ideas were smashed together, bash-printed on the cheapest crap available, then stapled to the plaster with hope.
The Eightfold Path
The walls of my temple, an anonymous destination in Philadelphia, are true, ambitious, calculated, spiraling and unconscious. Control that could have been exercised over the distribution of hymnals has been turned over to the children. The air and culture are saturated. That single, universal, never-ending, unanswerable, existential question floats between the walls while believers try to grab it, like reaching into a swarm of flies. Philosophies, schools and ideas are distilled, bash-printed in the mind, then stapled to our insides with hope.
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