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one banana, my banana

I foolishly wandered into this part of my shelves.  There are neighbourhoods in my library which, like my mind, are dangerous places to be.  The gentrified shelves are in my study, refurbished condos of colorful renditions about this kind of Buddhism and that kind of Buddhablah.  Along one wall are books about calligraphy, haiku, homages to Stephen Addiss, Kaz Tanahashi, and translators of Hakuin, Ikkyu and Ryokan.  May Sarton, Emily Dickinson, James Merrill, Wendell Berry inhabit a sort of poet’s intelligentsia supporting their Asian counterparts. This is a safe neighbourhood where the crime rates are low.  Cognitive assaults rarely happen and the wide open areas are safe to meander through even in the darkest of soulful nights.

Yet, on this day, this chilly softened morning, when I managed to get out of bed at the moment my eyes opened and awareness of being awake registered, I found myself in the Outer Banks of bookdom where many a thought has been lured to its doom.  French philosopher and cultural theorist, Rene Girard’s concepts of mimetic desire are explored through a series of interviews in Things Hidden Since the Foundation of the World.  I’m drawn to his discussion of acquisitive behaviours and imitation, which he argues are intricately intertwined.

Imitation (or mimesis) is the mirroring of another’s behaviour and serves many purposes: an indication of commonality, a gesture of respect, a reciprocated aggression.  It can also become mimetic rivalry in which each person tries to outdo the other; think about that great cartoon sequence of “You first!” “No, no, I insist, you first.”  Aggression is also a form of mimetic rivalry, trying to outdo the other in strength of presence.  The neurology of mirrored actions is fascinating but that’s in a different neighbourhood of the City of Books.  Along with acquisitive imitation, Girard proposes there must be a prohibition of action in one of the participants otherwise the mutual reaching for an object creates conflict.  Implied in his argument is that the conflict transmutes into something beyond the desired object.  (OK, maybe more than implied.  He likely says that later in the book but so far, I’m only on page 9!  I’m going to write a book one day about things hidden in the first ten pages of philosophy books!)


What this means in plain language is that you and I can see a banana.  Initially, our reaching and prohibition of reaching too quickly (if we’re well-socialized or not too hungry) is about acquiring the banana.  The thought sequence goes something like this: I’m hungry, there’s a banana, taking the banana soothes the hunger, no wait, YOU want the banana too, oh, now what, I should let you have the banana, but I want the banana.  Then it goes something like this: you’re moving faster than I am, you’re going to get the banana before I do, hey, that means I lose, you can’t have that banana.

Did you see it?  It’s no longer about having the banana.  It’s now about being the one who has the banana.

Girard refers to the Pacific Northwest peoples’ ritual of potlatch as acquisitive mimesis inverted to a mimesis of renunciation.  By giving away everything in a ritual of generosity, we shape the clinging, grasping, self-centered “I” away from a fear of deprivation.  If the neurologists and neuropsychologists are on the right track, our neurology is available for these transformations through the practice of mindfulness.  And what is implicit in their results is the need to practice the precepts and paramitas in a way that is clearly perceived by each other.

In other words, we not only must bear witness but also reflect in order to effect transformation.

Thank you for practicing,

Genju

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back in the igloo

Well!

I certainly did not expect this to greet me on my return from far away places.

Best Buddhist Women Bloggers of 2009

I’m quite speechless.

Of course, thankfully, that was a brief moment of aphasia before John Pappas, intrepid householder practitioner, threw up this challenge:  Vote for the Hottest Male Buddhist Blogger.

Now, I’m fascinated.  Do I smell a cultural reversal?  Not that I’m complaining, mind you.  Other than a lack of …ahem…. “life-seasoned” bloggers, that’s a nice collection of  … er… intelligent young men.  My daughter might have been proud to partake in the poll if she wasn’t busy riding wild ponies in New Zealand.

And there are interesting statistics unfolding.  Within minutes of John’s Hottest Male post, the views soared to 302 with 11 comments.  The Women Buddhist Bloggers?  Interestingly, 73 views and 2 comments (as at 1343 today).  So, it would seem that even when we (playfully) objectify the men (karmic payback?) and extoll the intellect of the women, something doesn’t fire up the engines.  Sadly, I wonder what the numbers would have been if John had done a “Vote for The Buddhist Hottie Blogger of 2009” and linked it to Bitterroot Badgers’ self-portrait.  I’m willing to bet without mention of gender, the clicks would have melted laptops everywhere and expectations would have been trashed (Sorry, BBBB!  It’s an instrumental exploitation of your cute mug!)

Well, I’m glad The Dalai Grandma lead our pack.  We need some sane, steady Wise Women at the helm. I’m proud to be supported by and surrounded by the women in my life who have the strong back and soft front of practice.

In all seriousness (as much as I can muster):  Thank you, John, for your consistent support of everyone without discrimination or preference.  Zen Dust, Zen Dirt is an important vehicle for householder practitioners.  You do a great job being in service – and isn’t being in service the true intent of practice.


I leave you all, on this snowy day, with a piece of poem Hawthorn by David Whyte:

Our pilgrim journey
apart or together,
like
the thirst
of everything
to find its true form,
the grain of the wood
around the hatched knot
still
straightening
toward the light.

Thank you practicing,

Genju