2 thoughts on “no more zen

  1. Love your quote here Jesse. The heading “no more zen” also put me in mind of a poem by James Tate, called “The End of Zen”:

    There was a very tiny frog sitting on a fallen
    leaf staring into space and hoping for an aphid to
    fly by. A boy spotted it and picked it up and took
    it into his house to show his mother and sister.
    They loved it and made a little home for it in an
    insect box. Nobody thought about the little frog’s
    family. Two days later they returned the frog to
    the very same leaf upon which they had found it.
    It was a day of solemn, good news. An hour or so
    passed, and then a golden mayfly flew by. The frog
    jumped and swallowed it.

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  2. Excellent!
    I wrote Tate a fanboy note almost 30 years ago, smitten by the early collections, Viper Jazz, Rowing With Your Hair, et al.

    The Buddhists have the ball field. Then the teams
    arrive, nine on one, but only three on the other.
    The teams confront the Buddhists. The Buddhists
    present their permit. There is little point in
    arguing it, for the Buddhists clearly have the
    permit for the field. And the teams have nothing,
    not even two complete teams. It occurs to one team
    manager to interest the Buddhists in joining his
    team, but the Buddhists won’t hear of it. The teams
    walk away with their heads hung low. A gentle rain
    begins. It would have been called anyways, they
    think suddenly.

    ~ James Tate, The Buddhists Have The Ball Field

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