Caveat: 絶學無憂

I ran across this in my Dictionary of Buddhist Terms.

絶學無憂
절학무우
jeol·hak·mu·u
stop-study-no-worry
Stop studying and be happy.

Somewhat related to "Ignorance is bliss."

This phrase is apparently from the Tao Te Ching (도덕경 [dodeokgyeong] in Korean). A lot of Taoist aphorisms and concepts were incorporated into Chinese Buddhism, as Buddhism spread into China from India (via the ancient Indo-Greek civilization of the Indus valley and Afghanistan and the Kushan Empire). Hence also they ended up forming a part of the Korean Buddhist heritage. Taoism is not really practiced in Korea separate from those elements that it loaned to Confucianism and Buddhism, but no less an item than the 태극기Korean nationalist flag incorporates Taoist symbolism.

[daily log: walking, 5 km]

Caveat: Best. Day. Ever.

That title is tongue-in-cheek. I indulged my anti-social self today. I shouldn't do that.

…But I have such strong tendencies that way. Perhaps I should just give up and find a monastery that will take me.

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[daily log: walking, 1 km]

Caveat: Hambre interior

Tal vez lo siguiente subraya el hecho de mi depresión reciente. Sea lo que sea.

Ésta canción siguiente es producto de la otra ciudad que ha integrado mi alma: la gran podrida del mero méxico.

Lo que estoy escuchando en este momento.

Hocico, "Odio en el alma."

Letra.

Afliccion por no saber
cuando llegara el ocaso
las almas rien
y el espiritu miente.

Sin sentimientos de si
hemos oscultado el limbo
tanto hemos mirado hacia atras
que el pasado nos ha alcanzado

Esta enmienda voraz
se revolcara en nuestros traumas
donde la inocencia resulta
inconmensurable ante nuestros ojos
siempre tratando de esconderse
en la casa del debil.

Escucha nuestro afan
por quedar en la inclemencia mundana.

Entierra este diente en su quijada
y sabras cual es tu destino
escupe en su ojo mas humillado
y sabras cual es su nombre.

Hemos llegado sin fe
tambaleantes en confusion
y hemos salido hambrientos
sin poder siquiera digerir
el aire que nos cubre
lamentos de inanicion
sin poder comprender al fin.

Hambre en el alma
Hambre interior
Hambre en el alma
Hambre en mi interior.

[daily log: walking, 5 km]

Caveat: I’m walking a line-just barely enough to be living

Yesterday, it dawned heavily overcast and about 10 C (50 F). This was an exact replica of the eternally overcast dawns of my youth in Humboldt, and put me into a moody, nostalgic state of mind as I sat and tried to read on my couch after waking and being unable to get back to sleep – a frequent enough occurance these days. It's a common type of weather on the Humboldt side of the Pacific, but not really that common on this side, in Korea, except during the monsoon, when if it's overcast it's always stickily 10 or 20 degrees C warmer.

Today dawned less overcast, more just that spring Seoul smog (outsourced from Beijing, mostly) that I like to complain about. It was warmer. I walked to work without my overcoat for the first time since last October or so. Buds had appeared on some of the trees.

At work today, Ken commented that I looked miserable. I reckon so.

I'm unhappy on several fronts. There's the increasingly permanent-feeling post-cancer reality of my seemingly fragile and unpleasant health condition. It still hurts to eat – I suspect it may never be an enjoyable experience again  for me. There's the new arrangement in the staff room at work, which frankly sucks. I'm particularly put out by what seems to be a neglect of attention to the fact that of everyone's new spot, mine and Ken's are the only spots without conveniently adjacent shelf space. Is the fact that he and I both have tended in the past to complain about a need for more shelf space linked to this? Are we being punished? Do they think that native-speakers don't need shelf space? In the previous arrangement, I had finally won some shelf space after nearly a year of requesting it. How long is it going to take this time? Small things of this sort affect my mood profoundly. There's the 30+ teaching hours and concommitant shitloads of correcting. There's the never-ending litany of unrealistic parental complaints. There's the fact that despite having some great debate classes recently, I just discovered this morning that hours of video that I've taken are unusable due to technical glitches involving the microphone I was using. There's my perennial laziness vis-a-vis my efforts to study Korean, despite my equally perennial tendency to point out to myself that if there was a single thing that would improve my quality-of-life in my current circumstances, it would be to improve my Korean. Why must I be so lazy?

Anyway.

What I'm listening to right now.

Talking Heads, "Houses in Motion."

Lyrics.

For a long time I felt without style or grace
Wearing shoes with no socks in cold weather
I knew my heart was in the right place
I knew I'd be able to do these things.

And as we watch him digging his own grave
It is important to know that was where he's at
He can't afford to stop…that is what he believes
He'll keep on digging for a thousand years.

I'm walking a line-i'm thinking about empty motion
I'm walking a line-just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-no time to begin
This isn't the time-so nothing was done
Not talking about-not many at all
I'm turning around-no trouble at all
You notice there's nothing around you, around you
I'm walking a line-divide and dissolve.

Never get to say much, never get to talk
Tell us a little bit, but not too much
Right about then, is where she give up
She has closed her eyes, she has give up hope

I'm walking a line-I hate to be dreaming in motion
I'm walking a line-just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-no time to begin
This isn't the time-so nothing was done
Not talking about-not many at all
I'm turning around-no trouble at all
I'm keeping my fingers behind me, 'hind me
I'm walking a line-divide and dissolve.

I turn myself around, I'm moving backwards and forwards
I'm moving twice as much as I was before
I'll keep on digging to the center of the earth
I'll be down in there moving the in the room…

I'm walking a line-visiting houses in motion
I'm walking a line-just barely enough to be living
Get outa the way-no time to begin
This isn't the time-so nothing was done
Not talking about-not many at all
I'm turning around-no trouble at all
Two different houses surround you, 'round you
I'm walking a line-divide and dissolve.

[daily log: walking (a line), 5 km]

Caveat: 남이 떡 먹는데 떡고물 떨어지는 걱정한다

This is an aphorism from my book of aphorisms.

남이 떡 먹는데 떡고물 떨어지는 걱정한다
nam·i tteok meok·neun tteok·go·mul tteol·eo·ji·neun geok·jeong·han·da
other-SUBJ ricecake eat-PRESPART ricecake-powder fall-off-PRESPART worry-PRES
[Like…] Worrying about the powdered covering falling off another person's cake.

This is to worry about another person's affairs that have nothing do do with one's own. People worry too much about other people's affairs.

vocabulary

고물 = powdered bean or sesame or pea used to coat a sweet rice cake, traditionally eaten as a type of candy.

[daily log: walking, 5.5 km]

Caveat: Flesh may empaire, but reason can repaire

"O but," quoth she, "great griefe will not be tould,
And can more easily be thought, then said."
"Right so"; quoth he, "but he, that never would,
Could never: will to might gives greatest aid."
"But grief," quoth she, "does great grow displaid,
If then it find not helpe, and breedes despaire."
"Despaire breedes not," quoth he, "where faith is staid."
"No faith so fast," quoth she, "but flesh does paire."
"Flesh may empaire," quoth he, "but reason can repaire."

– from The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser (c.1552-1599)

[daily log: walking, 1.5 km]

Caveat: chaos and bachatón

2014-03-22 12.06.54At least I'm appreciated by my students. I found this message (at right) on the white board after a class, from two students from whom I wouldn't have expected. I'm glad they seem to appreciate me.

The staff room today was a chaotic nightmare – they've decided to rearrange the desks… something about a need for the team members (i.e. middle-school team and elementary team) needing to be grouped together and facing one another. But!… well, 4 of the 8 staff members are on both teams, so the whole undertaking seems stupid, to me – a waste of time and effort, and I can almost guarantee that I will have a smaller, less comfortable work-area than I had before.


What I'm listening to right now.

MJ feat. La Sista, "Teorías de amor."

[daily log: walking, 6 km]

Caveat: 지옥행

My student, Clara, age 7, created this narrative involving me, a policeman chasing me, my eventual death by drowning, and subsequent descent to hell (where she writes 지옥행 [bound for hell] in Korean at the end). Should I be worried or flattered?

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It reminds me of a repeating nightmare I used to have while in highschool.

[daily log: walking, 5 km]

Caveat: I ate a doughnut

Some kid's mom brought doughnuts to Karma. I don't normally eat food at work, since my surgery, since eating is such a fraught and even painful undertaking, but I decided to try a doughnut, because I have this fond recollection of doughnuts. Further, the other day I'd managed to eat a slice of pizza successfully that had been bought for some students.

It was a mistake. I felt like I would choke on it – it was too dry. I had to drink a lot of water.

Oops, wait. I said I wasn't going to complain about food anymore.

Oh well, I already wrote this. I guess that was the highlight (lowlight?) of my day. Classes went well, though.

[daily log: walking, 5 km]

 

Caveat: silencio sin rubor de cocodrilo

YO SE QUE MI PERFIL SERA TRANQUILO

Yo sé que mi perfil será tranquilo
en el musgo de un norte sin reflejo.
Mercurio de vigilia, casto espejo
donde se quiebra el pulso de mi estilo.

Que si la yedra y el frescor del hilo
fue la norma del cuerpo que yo dejo,
mi perfil en la arena será un viejo
silencio sin rubor de cocodrilo.

Y aunque nunca tendrá sabor de llama
mi lengua de palomas ateridas
sino desierto gusto de retama,

libre signo de normas oprimidas
seré en el cuerpo de la yerta rama
y en el sinfín de dalias doloridas.

– Federico García Lorca (poeta español 1898-1936)

[daily log: walking, 5 km]

Caveat: 아는 길도 물어 가라

This is an aphorism from my aphorism book.

아는 길도 물어 가라
a·neun gil·do mur·eo ga·ra
know-PPART road-TOO ask-INF go-IMP
Ask too about the known road.

 Ask the way, even though you already know it. Seek counsel from more experienced elders.

I'll try.


We had 회식 (business dinner) after work to say goodbye to long-time Karma employee Gina, whose reliability and friendliness in the staffroom I will miss.

It was 회 (hweh = raw fish i.e. sashimi), which is hard for me for textural reason. I ate a piece of kimchi. It was too spicy, but just the fact of trying to eat it represents progress, of a sort, on the food front.

[daily log: walking, 3 km]

Caveat: the hollow sound of silent people

I took my standard Sunday internet holiday, but I did not accomplish much. I have these drawings I want to work on… and my writing, too. But I haven't progressed much. Mostly I graze various philosophy books and kill time with mind-numbing games.

What I'm listening to right now.

Kris Kristofferson, "Casey's Last Ride."

Lyrics.

Casey joins the hollow sound of silent people walking down
The stairway to the subway in the shadows down below;
Following their footsteps through the neon-darkened corridors
Of silent desperation, never speakin' to a soul.
The poison air he's breathin' has the dirty smell of dying
'Cause it's never seen the sunshine and it's never felt the rain.
But Casey minds the arrows and ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clickin' of the turnstiles and the rattle of his chains.

"Oh!" she said, "Casey it's been so long since I've seen you!"
"Here" she said, "just a kiss to make a body smile!"
"See" she said, "I've put on new stockings just to please you!"
"Lord!" she said, "Casey can you only stay a while?"

Casey leaves the under-ground and stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet to wipe away the chill that's on his bone.
Seeing his reflection in the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for any thing they can to keep from goin' home.
Standin' in the corner Casey drinks his pint of bitter
Never glancing in the mirror at the people passing by
Then he stumbles as he's leaving and he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that's in his belly, or the tear that's in his eye.

"Oh!" she said, "I suppose you seldom think about me,
"Now" she said, "now that you've a fam'ly of your own";
"Still" she said, "it's so blessed good to feel your body!"
"Lord!" she said" "Casey it's a shame to be alone!"

[daily log: walking, 1 km]

Caveat: Stinging

So tired.

As some of you know, my tongue is mostly numb since my surgery. Today, it was "stinging" – a hard-to-describe sensation that is halfway between pain and just discomfort. It's a bit like the feeling you get when your limb goes "to sleep" and then you shake it out when you shift positions. I don't know if this is a "ghost" sensation that is a consequence of the cut nerves, or some kind of restorative activity. Regardless, it's a bit … annoying.

More later.

[daily log: walking, 6.5 km]

Caveat: Había rosas

Está bien lo que está

Está bien lo que está:
Sé que todo está bien.
Sé el nexo.
Y la razón.
Y hasta el designio.
Yo lo sé todo,
Lo aprendí en un libro sin páginas,
Sin letras y sin nombre.
Y no soy como el loco
Que se quema los dedos trémulos
Por separar la llama rosa de la mecha negra.
Pasó volando y me rozó la frente.
Era buena la vida:
Había rosas.
Unos minutos antes me había sonreído un niño.
Pasó volando y me rozó la frente.
No sé por dónde vino
Ni por dónde se perdió luego pálida y ligera.
No recuerdo la fecha.
No sabría decir de qué color era ni de qué forma;
No sabría, de veras, decir nada.
Pasó volando -había muchas rosas-
Y era buena la vida todavía.

– Dulce María Loynaz (poeta cubana, 1902-1997)

[daily log: walking, 5.5 km]