WW: Lion's mane jellyfish

(Cyanea capillata. We've always seen these from time to time here in the North Pacific, but lately it's one of several species we're suddenly getting a great deal more of. And this one isn't even remarkably big.)

Good Song: Japanese Bowl

If you don't know Peter Mayer, you should know Peter Mayer. He's one of those artists (like Sherman Alexie and Regina Spektor) who deserve much wider play than they get. Peter, whose spiritual preparation is Roman Catholic, is sometimes described as a "Christian artist". I'd call his genre (if so narrow a vein can be called that) "Authentic Christian"; his faith is strong enough to be strengthened by other traditions (including Buddhist), and his work is carefully universal, accessible to all, free of recruitment slogans. He even writes a few of that kind of song that name-brand Christian musicians most detest: those with no religious content whatsoever. Just wise, witty, and fun. Well hell, you might as well listen to Judas Priest.

By way of introduction I offer the here-above. I chose this track for two reasons: it's one of the few selections from Peter's catalogue you can find on YouTube, and it perfectly encapsulates my feelings about myself. In fact, it's my new business card. From now on I'm just sending people the YouTube address, with "Hit 'reply' if these terms are acceptable" underneath.

And if any Buddhist artist has better described the relationship between dukkha and enlightenment, just you send me the link.

(By the way, this track comes off the CD Heaven Below. There is no padding anywhere on it. Just go ahead and buy it sound-unheard. You'll feel smart you did.)


JAPANESE BOWL
by Peter Mayer

I’m like one of those Japanese bowls
That were made long ago
I have some cracks in me
They have been filled with gold

That’s what they used back then
When they had a bowl to mend
It did not hide the cracks
It made them shine instead

So now every old scar shows
From every time I broke
And anyone’s eyes can see
I’m not what I used to be

But in a collector’s mind
All of these jagged lines
Make me more beautiful
And worth a much higher price

I’m like one of those Japanese bowls
I was made long ago
I have some cracks you can see
See how they shine of gold

WW: Gorgeous salal berries

(Gaultheria shallon. Beautiful, almost grape-sized
specimens, growing in full sun. One of the season's
sweetest blessings.)

Koan as Vaudeville: Nasrudin

Zen is famous for its koans, those quirky, inscrutable Chinese stories that make no sense but are somehow profoundly true. My own devotion to it is rooted in this classic literature: the thunderous wisdom encoded in The Blue Cliff Record, The Book of Equanimity, and The Gateless Gate.

But the Sufis (Zen Muslims, more or less) may have us beat; not only do they have a prolific koanic tradition of their own, theirs are funny. All while sacrificing none of the point.

These teaching stories, collectively known as The Tales of Nasrudin (نصر الدين خواج , خواجه نصرالدین‎ , نصرالدین جحا‎ ; Nasrudeen, Nasreddin, Nasruddin, Nasr ud-Din, Nasredin…), chronicle the continuing misadventures of an Islamic scholar of that name. Like all academics (to say nothing of religious leaders), Mullah Nasrudin can be long on theory and short on practice, but his gift for brilliant, backhanded insight always makes for a worthwhile visit.

Back in November 2012 I ran one of my favourite examples in Rusty Ring's Kyôsaku series of observations by noted teachers. Others include:

• The host of an elegant feast required all guests to wear fine clothes. When Nasrudin arrived, he began stuffing food into his shirt and trousers. The host confronted him angrily:
  
  "What do you mean by this?"

"Since clothes are more important than people," Nasrudin answered, "they should eat first."


• Two children arguing over a bag of marbles came to the mullah to settle the matter. "Would you like Man's justice or Allah's?" asked Nasrudin.
  
  "Why, Allah's, of course," replied the children.
  
  "Very well," said Nasrudin, and gave three marbles to one and nine to the other.


• "Mullah," asked a townsman, "is your theology orthodox?"
  
  "That depends," said Nasrudin. "Which heretics are in charge at the moment?"


• "Nasrudin," said another, "four years ago you told me you were forty. Today you still say you're forty. How do you explain this?"
  
  "I am an honest man!" said Nasrudin. "Whenever you ask me a question, you shall always get the same answer."


• One day Nasrudin was walking along a river when a man cried out to him from the far bank:
  
  "How can I get across?"
  
  "You are across!" shouted the mullah.

(Note that there's a classic koan virtually identical to this, but not the least bit funny. The Sufis took the same wisdom, employed exactly the same imagery, and added a rimshot.)

In Sufi tradition, contemplators are frequently invited to offer commentary of their own, in the form of a suggested moral. In some fora, the list of these responses can be longer than the actual story, each one subtly spinning the punch-line into new – even conflicting – teachings. (Indeed, scholars as august as Idries Shah have even mined the humour of other cultures for that nugget of sanity that all comedy contains.) What a refreshing challenge to our own tradition, where only recognised scholars are permitted to comment.

My man Nasrudin has left his tracks all over the Internet – a medium made for him if ever there was one – and that's good news for his fans. Fertile starting points include The Inimitable Mulla Nasrudin, NewBuddhist.com, WrongPlanet.net, Godlike Productions, and WikiQuote. Load 'em up and laugh.

All the wisdom, half the pomposity.

(Photo of the Nasrudin statue in the Lab-i Hauz Complex, Bukhara, Uzbekistan, courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and a generous photographer.)

WW: Beach fires

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WW: Old growth stump

 

(Western red cedar. About 7 feet in diameter and 15 feet tall. The notches are for the springboards they stuck in to reach the narrow part with their crosscut saws. This stump is about 100 years old; the tree was about 700 years old when cut.)

Rock Groups 2014

It's July, the month when blog readership drops to single digits and (by sheer coïncidence) I upload another year's worth of rock group names. As I pointed out last year, I have a certain unearned talent for this, which I share with the world once a year. Any group that wants one can have it at no cost or obligation.

Be advised that people sometimes steal one without telling me (often even before I come up with it, which is really uncool) so run a search on any you like to make sure someone else isn't already using them.

Where a name suggests a possible genre I've included that information as a serving suggestion.

Enjoy.


Rock Group Names 2014

The Glyptodonts

Sawhorse

Lowest Common Dominator

Hammerstar

The Aquatic Ape Hypothesis

Bail of Hey

Wheelhaus

Hellhouse

Grout

Krankenwagen

Bad Banana

The Forbs

horizontal hold

Queequeg

Assault Ladder

The Jomon Pacific Cluster

Zenocide

Bring the Pig

Ciupaga

Prosthetic Soul

Death Crüller (nerdcore)

The Boom Seals

Lizard Love

Odd Mitzvah

Diaspora

Zebra Disease

Cartoonishly White

Dumb Banana

Bufflehead

Steel Bonnet (Scottish metal)

Long Pig (British folk punk)

Quee the Bean

Virtual Friends

Squid Rectum (punk)

Cubic Z (white trash rapper)

Chicken Tractor

Buy the Monkey

The Belligerent Blork

One Potato

The Jetty Cats

Title IX (punk-metal grrl group)

Bad Brazilian (see above)

Gary Goodenough and the Personal Best

The Hellsnakes

Dysleksik Ele

Bloodgroove (war metal)

Farquahar (Gaelic rock)

Squish

Jesus Johnson

Topinambour (Québécois folk rock)

Frinton Flash and the Offshore Pirates

Psychotic Elf


(Photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons and a generous photographer.)