AG: The next (Bodhisattva vow) is “Dharma gates are endless”. The gates of dharmas are endless, “I vow to enter every gate”, I vow to enter all. By “dharma gate”, that means situations are infinite. There are an infinite number of situations – this classroom, the question you asked me, each is a dharma or a “thing” (dharma means really a “thing”, not just the law, the whole Buddha dharma or the dharma, the law of nature but dharma, in a technical sense, means just a … Read More
[…’though passions are numberless, I vow to cut them all down”]
AG: The next one [of the Bodhisattva vows] is a little more fishy (and) difficult. Something sticks in the craw with that, which is often translated as “Passions are endless, I vow to cut them all down” – Well, that’s pretty tough! It means you’ve got to cut off your balls – or what?
AG: I don’t know if Reggie (Ray) went over the Bodhisattva vows – all four? – did he? (I think he went over three or something) but I’ll go over it once (not as Buddhism, but just as ordinary mind thoughts, the sort of thoughts that you’d have as a kid, or that you’d find expressed in (Jack) Kerouac or in (Percy Bysshe) Shelley. Remember we began with Shelley’s, the end of, “(Ode to) the West Wind” – “Drive my dead thoughts over the universe/ Like withered leaves to quicken a new … Read More
The tape begins in media res with Steven Taylor on guitar accompanying Allen (on aboriginal songsticks) in a version of “Put Down Your Cigarette Rag“. This is followed, at approximately three-and-three-quarter minutes in, (“for loud voice, oratorical “), … Read More
AG: So we move from there [Robert Creeley, William Carlos Williams, Vipassana “focus on detail of the physical world”] to some expansion. Okay, we’ve already got it focused. We’ve got microscopically fine precise detail, grounded. (We’ve) burnt away, to some extent, dependency on fantasy ( or, at least, even if we don’t want to work totally with that, at least we understand that theory..). Or – as (William Carlos) Williams said, “And resolve to dream no more”. Remember the beginning poem, “Thursday”? – I have had my dream.. /and it has come to nothing, so … Read More
AG: Then Peter (Orlovsky) and I went from (Alfred) Stieglitz‘s wife, Georgia O’Keeffe, (a) great painter who had simplified and clarified her sight, to Robert Creeley‘s house in Placidas (New Mexico) , where Creeley gave me a book of new poems (Creeley also being a student of (William Carlos) Williams.) So I thought this same recovery of our own space in Creeley’s work has equivalent terminology. His word, I always thought, for space was “place” (like, he’s got a little poem about “when we get to heaven we will all have places, they’ll be a … Read More