Monthly Archive for May, 2007Page 2 of 3

Poetry in my Pocket

Waiting for my friend last night, and having nothing better to do, I rooted through my bag and pulled out this little pocket sized book of words and pictures 嘘をつけばよかった by local artist Ashida Mellow and the poet Esu Toyohara.

I picked this up in Neutron Cafe last weekend on the same friend’s recommendation. Now I find reading long articles in Japanese somewhat overwhelming, but these little thought-provoking poems are ideal for quiet study when you have a few moments to kill. Here’s one that I particularly liked, because I think we’ve all experienced this kind of pointless relationship:

勝ったり負けたりする会話私達はきっと
友達じゃないんだろ

Winning and losing conversations

We are not really friends at all are we?

Words

A bit of romance from poet Benjamin Zephaniah:

Nice!

Thought for Today

I picked up a little book of postcards in Neutron Cafe last Sunday. They are by local artist Mellow Ashida and wordsmith Esu Toyohara and this one in particular took my fancy:

馬鹿とピュアは - 違う

Stupidity and innocence - are not the same thing

鈴虫寺 Part 2

At the top of the stone tops leading up to Suzumushidera, is a statue of 幸福地蔵サン (Koufuku - or “lucky”- Jizo). He is a bodhisattva, or Buddhist saviour, and he looks like this:

Now, normally images of Buddha are barefooted, but if you look real close you might be able to see that our friend Lucky Jizo is wearing sandals. Apparently, this makes this statue unique in Japan. The reason why he wears sandals is because in order to answer everybody’s prayers he travels on foot to where-ever you happen to be. (Yes! Really!)

What happens when you visit this temple is you have to listen to a short(ish) talk about the temple, the bell crickets (all seven thousand of them chiming away in their glass cases) and about how to make your prayer to Jizo. First of all you have to buy one of these お守り - a kind of talisman or charm (they cost about 300 yen) with a little image of Jizo inside:


Then stand in front of the statue, holding the charm in an attitude of prayer and mentally tell Jizo-san your name, address (yes! really! he needs to know where you live…) and whatever it is you wish for. It is recommended that you don’t wish for something unrealistic like “world peace” or “marrying Richard Gere”… Then you keep the charm with you until your wish is granted and you can return it. Sounds a bit silly, doesn’t it? But this particular Jizo has a reputation for actually granting people’s wishes… so long as they are not too self-centred.

I’m not going to tell you what I wished for of course. That’s between me and Uncle Jizo.

Suzumushi Temple is located in Arashiyama and you can take buses directly there from Shijo/Karasuma just outside the Coccon building. It’s a nice trip out on a sunny day. And the gardens and the view over Kyoto are quite pleasant. Here’s one of those everpresent tanukis in said garden:

鈴虫寺

Let me correct a couple of mistakes from the last posting. I wasn’t going to a festival at Suzudera. I was going to Suzumushidera (鈴虫寺Bell Cricket Temple) and there was no festival. I read the message wrong because I was over excited about something… Anyway, nice place. Here as promised is a quick explanation of the zen of bell crickets.

Suzumushi temple is dedictaed to bell crickets, which you can see and hear here: BELL CRICKETS!. They make this lovely chiming noise in the autumn. About 60 years ago the Buddhist abbot of the time was sitting in zazen meditation one fine autumn evening when he had a sudden realisation while listening to the song of the bell crickets. Bell crickets don’t live very long; about 110 days and they spend about 40 to 50 of those days in constant song. The abbot felt that living such a short life but dedicating so much of it so selflessly and untiringly to song was a deep lesson in zen teaching. He was so moved by the single-minded innocent bell-cricket that he wanted to spread it’s message far and wide. He spent the next 30 years of his life researching and breeding bell-crickets and found ways to artificially breed them throughout the year so that they can now be heard at Suzumushi Temple in any season. Which is why when I went there on Friday, I could hear 7,000 of the little fellas all chiming merrily away. OK, tomorrow I tell you about Jizo’s sandals. Bet you can’t wait.

Tony Bleeeeaaaaiiiiiirrrrrrrrrgggggghhhh uurgh - ooh carrots!

I’ve just watched Tony Blair announcing his departure from government, so excuse me a minute while I wipe the vomit off of my keyboard.

“The greatest nation on Earth”?

Christ Almighty! Are we still allowed to say stuff like that? I hope the next guy’s more in touch with reality.

I’m going to a festival at Suzu Temple tomorrow. A temple dedicated to the humble bell cricket. I’m quite excited about it. I shan’t tell you why. But if your name is Rik Abel or Mike Joe then I might. (笑) I shall however take lots of pictures for you and post them up here along with a short piece on the zen of bell crickets (yes! really!) later.

Now I check my Google Analytics fairly often, which is why I can see that (faithful friend) Mike Joe (in Seattle) reads me almost as much as I check the analytics, and (Mr. Promises) Rik Abel (in the greatest nation on Earth) almost never does… And lately, I’ve noticed somebody in Arklow, County Wicklow (A little piece of heaven fell out of the sky and they called it:) IRELAND turning up fairly frequently. So I was just wondering if it was anyone I know or am related to. Hello Arklow person! Are you family? Sorry, if you’re a complete stranger and I’m freaking you out! Just curious see!

Here’s an old Jeff Buckley song for no other reason than I like it and I can.

In no shape or form should this be read as my salute to Prime Minister Smarm

Jeff Buckley-Last Goodbye (On MTV’s Most Wanted)


Add to My Profile | More VideosOoh! And I almost forgot! Happy Birthday to my youngest sister Sheila! Have a good day!

Sublime

One day I won’t be a vegetarian. I’ll be a multi-millionaire globe-trotting vegetarian and when I am, I’m going to Sublime.
The days of healthy but tasteless veggie food in a skanky hippy surround are OVER! Away with your beads and braids! Enough with the world music! We carrot-munchers deserve our cascading waterfalls and veggie caviar! We are vegemiliionaires! We want cake and fine wine! And we want it now!

Until such time as you are a multi-millionaire, you can watch the whole movie FOR FREE over here: Withnail and I

Pure Blog

Good day today. A lesson I thought would go well in one class today STANK so I made some changes (snipped a bit here, added a bit there, threw in some intuitive ad-libs on top...). And so then, the lesson I thought was going to be really horrible (because they were horrible the last time I taught them) and that I had been quietly dreading all week (I’m going to have to be Mr. Angry, aren’t I? I’m going to have to be Mr. Shouty, aren’t I?) actually went really well. And I found myself praising the class at the end. Everything I wanted to get done in class was done.

So I may get the hang of this teaching thing one day. It’s only taken me ten years. And I didn’t need to have worried so much about that class after all (kind of brings to mind yesterday’s meditation really doesn’t it?)

And then Taga-san (aka kindest man in Kyoto) lent me a bicycle from KCTP until such time as I get round to replacing the stolen one (someone else may be giving me one - a bicycle, yes). And I told him about the one stolen from my apartment building and he said:

“Was it a fixed lock? Because they are really easy to break. You just smack it and it comes off.”

And I said “What? So why is it when the police have stopped me previously, they always said the chain lock I had was unsafe and I should get a fixed lock?”

“Well, they stopped you because they think that if you have a chain lock, you must have smacked off the original fixed lock and stolen the bicycle.”

“Yeah, they used to stop me a lot.”

“The police are idiots, aren’t they?”

“Yeah, they really are.”

So that’s it. A pure blog today. No videos or pictures just words. And my final words are to my eldest sister, who probably won’t ever get around to reading them but anyway:

“Happy Birthday, Bernadette- and I’m really sorry about forgetting to send a card!”

I’ll call her at some impossible hour instead. Goodnight.

On Suffering and Bicycle Theft

I posted a few days back about how my bicycle was stolen from under the stairwell of my apartment building and how I thought that I may have left a key in the lock. Well, I found the other key, so I didn’t. Whoever took it would have had to break the lock, which was quite a tough one or alternatively, that same person (possibly the same person who was puncturing my wheels and putting porn in the basket a couple of years back) simply carted it off somewhere one dark and stormy night in order to spite me. So, that’s nice then. Here’s the latest meditation from Hozouji:


And here it is again, in kanji, hiragana and romaji:

自分より外に________じぶんよりほかに__________Jibun yori hoka ni
自分を___________じぶんを_________________Jibun wo
苦しめる__________くるしめる_______________kurushimeru
ものはない_________ものはない_______________mono ha nai

And the meaning? Erm…

There is nothing outside of oneself
That causes suffering
As much as oneself.

That, as always, is a loose translation. If anyone has any better suggestions then feel free to comment. I think the guy with the bicycle vendetta is putting this meditation’s message to the test for me a bit right now though.

What is the What

Kageyama-san suggested taking the Katou sisters out for lunch yesterday, so we did. Here are the self-styled “Soul 兄弟”.


And the Katou sisters. Other than my own, I don’t think I’ve met a nicer bunch of sisters. Look how nice they look.

After which we had a pleasant stroll round Shokokuji (here’s an elephant):

And of course no day is complete without Karaoke. We even persuaded Kageyama to sing one of his (in)famous Queen renditions.

Now in between teaching English, deciphering classical Japanese poetry, carousing and hanging out with the Katou sisters (who have now sadly gone back to Tokyo) I’ve been reading this:

What is the What is a novel by David Eggers, written in the style of an autobiography and based on the true account of Valentino Achak Deng of his life as a refugee in the Sudanese civil war. Here’s a brief synopsis:

Back in the 1980s, thousands of child refugees were displaced from their homes and wandered hither-and-thither in search of security, all the while in danger of attack by big scary animals and even scarier people… They went first to Ethiopia and then when war broke out there too, to Kenya where many of them were settled in a refugee camp for at least a decade. Finally, about 4000 of these “Lost Boys” were resettled in the USA where they dreamed they would find work, get an education and save enough money to help their families and friends back in Africa. But even then, the challenges they faced were immense….

This is a wonderful book. If you read it you will be amazed by the spiritual strength of the Sudanese refugees, who suffer terribly from hunger, disease, war and atrocity upon atrocity only to keep struggling, to keep walking, to keep offering each other the hand of kindness. Valentino Achak Deng himself comes across as such a likeable guy that by the end of the book I felt kind of lonely… So sad to say goodbye. Yes, a wonderful, if heartbreaking book. Heartbreaking beyond belief in fact. Read it yourself and see. I definitely recommend it. Oh and money raised from sales will go to help Sudanese refugees in both Africa and America. Only available in hard-back now though. But dead good. Go on, buy it.


Now from another corner of the African continent, Udo Bartsch has sent me some pictures of the kids he’s trying to build an orphanage for. I wrote about this before but so far only one person has voiced any interest, and that was Val Chew, (Malaysia’s own answer to Mother Theresa - only better looking… and alive). So maybe these pictures of cute chislings will stir some sympathy in your cold cold stony hearts. As I said before, you can email me if you want to contribute some money, and I can send you the bank account details, or you can email Udo directly here: udobart@yahoo.co.ukAnd remember, these children have no other place to go, some have been abused, even raped and they don’t always have enough to eat either. No children should suffer so much and I’m going to keep hammering on about it till you cough up some loot!