People don't change ...

One more lap might just do it ... ha!

Maximus, to Gloucester: Letter 2
By Charles Olson

. . . . . tell you? ha! who
can tell another how
to manage the swimming?

he was right: people

don’t change. They only stand more
revealed. I,
likewise

Gina's Back (with blisters)

Big Frank was out on the trail yesterday with Gina and Laura. Gina is back for a break from college. We took a short hike in the Spokane area. It was fun, but Gina started getting blisters and so had to finish the hike in her socks, but she finished it.

Blake and Watts

Big Frank was listening to an audio tape of Alan Watts talking about Zen. Watts in his explanation of Zen makes an interesting statement about following through on what you know, and the wisdom that can come in this way. He ends with a quotation from William Blake: “If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.

Here are some more in this line from Blake:

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom;

Prudence is a rich, ugly old maid courted by Incapacity

He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.

The cut worm forgives the plow.

He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.

No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

Improvement makes strait roads;
but the crooked roads without improvement are roads of genius.

You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough.

Here is Alan Watts: from “Spirituality and Sensuality”

Not to cherish both the angel and the animal, both the spirit and the flesh, is to renounce the whole interest and greatness of being human, and it is really tragic that those in whom the two natures are equally strong should be made to feel in conflict with themselves. For the saint-sinner and the mystic-sensualist is always the most interesting type of human being because he is the most complete. When the two aspects are seen to be consistent with each other, there is a real sense in which spirit transforms nature: that is to say, the animality of the mystic is always richer, more refined, and more subtly sensuous than the animality of the merely animal man.

The Happiness Hypothesis

[Photo: Big Frank Dickinson]

Big Frank is reading (again) Jonathan Haidt’s great book, "The Happiness Hypothesis. Haidt takes as his central metaphor for humans an small lawyer riding on top of an elephant. The elephant is the sum total of all of our unconscious urges, desires, thoughts, and feelings. The lawyer then creates explanations for what the elephant does. It has little to do whatsoever with the truth, but it creates the illusion of understanding. The book then through references to a number of psychology experiments and stoic and eastern philosophy attempts to show how pervasive our unconscious is and how we better maintain happiness while riding this the wild beast that we inhabit. Here are a few quotations that Big Frank likes:

“man is an animal suspended in webs of significance that he himself has spun"

Sen-ts'an, an early Chinese Zen mater, urged nonjudgmentalism as a prerequisite to following 'the perfect way' in this poem from the eighth century:

The perfect Way is only difficult for
those who pick and choose;
Do not like, do not dislike; all will then
be clear.
Make a hairbreadth difference, and
Heaven and Earth are set apart;
If you want the truth to stand clear
before you, for or against.
The struggle between ‘for’ and
'against' is the mind's worst disease.

"Buddhism and Stoicism teach that striving for external goods, or to make the world conform to your wishes, is always striving after wind. Happiness can only be found within by breaking attachments to external things and cultivating an attitude of acceptance."

Reason

Ben Franklin said concerning reason: "So convenient a thing is it to be a reasonable creature, since it enables one to find or make a reason for everything one has a mind to."

Now, Big Frank, was thinking the hinge there in Franklin's quotation was what "one has a mind to". Reason is utilitarian, its job is to do your bidding. It starts early - just ask a kid why the sky is blue, or why water is wet, or any other question and they will give you an answer. Look out at a beautiful scene in nature and ask yourself why it is that you like it - you'll get an answer, but it probably has little to do with why you were asthetically pleased. Ask yourself why you are in love with someone (there is no reason for that - one loves whom one loves) and your reason will supply you with a laudry list of characteristics and traits - none of which, most likely have anything to do with your attraction.

There have been studies on this. People are asked difficult questions, like whether the minimum wage should be increased. Most people have an immediate preference, and then they call their reason lawyer to supply them with some support. Reasons doesn't decide it backs up the position or preference that the person alreay has. Where does that preference come from - who knows?

C.K. Williams

Big Frank has been reading from C.K. Williams: Collected Poems. Here are a couple of them that he likes:


The World's Greatest Tricycle-Rider

The world's greatest tricycle-rider
is in my heart, riding like a wildman,
no hands, almost upside down along
the walls and over the high curbs
and stoops, his bell rapid firing,
the sun spinning in his spokes like a flame.

But he is growing older. His feet
overshoot the pedals. His teeth set
too hard against the jolts, and I am afraid
that what I've kept from him is what
tightens his fingers on the rubber grips
and drives him again and again on the same block.

Wasp

Hammer, hammer, hammer, the wasp
has been banging his head on the window for hours;
you’d think by now he’d be brain-dead, but no,
he flings himself at the pane: hammer, hammer again.

I ease around him to open the sash, hoping
he doesn’t sting me because then I’d be sorry
I didn’t kill him, but he pays me no mind:
it’s still fling, hammer, fling, hammer again.

I’m sure his brain’s safe, his bones are outside,
but up there mine are, too, so why does it hurt
so much to keep thinking—hammer, hammer—
the same things again and, hammer, again?

That invisible barrier between you and the world,
between you and your truth… Stinger blunted,
wings frayed, only the battering, battered brain,
only the hammer, hammer, hammer again.