Musing on Creation


"From the Divine Pen fell the first drop of ink. And from a drop, a river."


I could almost buy a God writing us into existence..revising, editing, deleting. Almost. How many other stories are happening simultaneously?

Of course we create these things in our own image. Divinities born of human phenomenology and experience. Hence there are in some places divine mechanics, divine artists, divine potters, divine thinkers, divine lovers & all the patrons of the entries in the human catalog.

As below so above.

re-Occupying the Cabaret-short version

[a longer version of this post will appear on SBC]

I wanted to make a decision about an old blog site. Then I ran across something that reminded me of why I began it in the first place.

Bill Schwarz recently wrote:

When we shut up online, as Buddhists, in the context of people talking about Buddhism on the internet, we do more harm than we do in speaking about our respective practices. In the dharma center, the norm of minding your own business in this regard is perhaps a good idea. I am of the opinion that it is a bad idea for Buddhism online. I believe that we need to occupy this space, instead of conceding it to those who are here for commercial interests.

He had a little more to say than that. But it sparked or re-sparked a few ideas.


Over the past month or so I’ve been considering re-starting my old blog Smiling Buddha Cabaret. I stopped writing there almost a year ago for a bunch of reasons. Then I started this blog and the political one called Memeo. Now I want to keep this one for more personal and mostly non-Buddhist related stuff and that political one going since they provide a certain focus for topics that I have interest in.

On this one there have been a couple of posts that would have been better on the SBC site. More along the lines of the theme there.

A thing that has been kind of mystifying me is that people keep subscribing to that old blog even though there hasn’t been a post there in many months. As well the readership of it is currently higher than this one and my political one combined, again even though I don’t write anything there. That’s kind of odd.image

It’s just sitting there. Rather derelict. Not even squatters have moved in. That’s a bit of a thorn. A perfectly usable space going to waste, passersby looking for something to happen there, the owner an absentee landlord just letting it fall to ruin. OK, it’s my social responsibility to do something with it. Otherwise I might get some protesters outside. Better to keep them inside, in the comments section where I can keep an eye on them.  {image:Salvador Dali-Cabaret Scene}

It just so happens I also have a bunch of posts in the queue that seem to fit better there than here and I really do want to finish them. And since I’ve renewed my interest in performance and slam poetry I just might put some of that on YouTube and stick it there as well.

So tighten up your corset and put your fishnet stockings back on because the Cabaret is opening soon.


Words that Produce Silence

In an old interview with William Burroughs that appeared in the Paris Review he had this to say:

In Nova Express, you indicate that silence is a desirable state. 
The most desirable state. In one sense a special use of words and pictures can conduce silence.

Why is the wordless state so desirable? 
I think it’s the evolutionary trend. I think that words are an around-the-world, oxcart way of doing things, awkward instruments, and they will be laid aside eventually, probably sooner than we think.


It interests me, the kinds of words that produce silence in the listener. Not the silence of non-understanding or ignoring but silence as a response. Sometimes I try to find such words and write them down. They are rarely discovered.

Beyond that, silence as an action to which the only response is silence. The mutual silence of understanding. Sharing an emptiness that is simultaneously completely full.

The most profound experiences in human life are all beyond words…childbirth, the horror of outrageous suffering both collective and individual, orgasm, panic, encountering that which we believed was lost forever, terror, extreme natural phenomenon, loss of a loved one, our own deaths…

True creativity often starts where language ends.
~Arthur Koestler

A Bunch of Dystopias [book reviews]

In the past couple of months I’ve read quite a few dystopian novels and am working on another presently. It is a genre of SF that I’m really fond of. I wrote a very long piece called Dystopia last year on my old blog and delved into the whole concept from both a psychological and Buddhist perspective. [there’s also a bit about Russian Absurdist and Futurist art movements tied in as well-smorgasbord of ideas as it were]

So this is perhaps an Afterword to that previous piece of writing. In any case if you are a fan of such books as 1984, Oryx and Crake, The Handmaid’s Tale, Animal Farm or the like perhaps you might find something interesting here. 

The Unincorporated Man – Dani Kollin & Eytan Kollin

I’m tempted to call this one an economic dystopia. Everyone is their own corporation and a guy cryogenically frozen wakes up unincorporated. The chaos this causes in an completely economically regulated and connected society is massive. The first 50 pages or so were a bit rough and it took some time for the writing to hit the groove that a novel has to get into in order to move the story along. But once done-I’m glad I persisted with it-so many questions are presented from the issue of corporate personhood (or personal corporatehood) to the escapism of virtual reality to the nature of human life and its ownership.  I’m looking forward to getting the sequel The Unincorporated War whenever I encounter it.

Kraken – China Mieville

A giant calimari, I mean squid, becomes the object of religious veneration in a fantastical anarchic and magical version of London. Various groups from religious fanatics to scientists to criminal organizations attempt to gain control of the calimari (OK that’s my word not in the book) in order to stave off an apocalypse. I found the book entertaining, imaginative (as one comes to expect from a Mieville work) and a pretty good story. The only drawback I found was that in some parts the writing felt a little rushed, as if some portions were simply bridges to get to the next important scene and as such there were thin spots. It’s not a total dystopia but more of an alternate reality with some fairly gritty aspects but worth a read.

The City and the City – China Mieville

This is my second favorite Mieville work (after Perdido Street Station). A mystery involving a detective in a city that is within a city, but with a twist. Two cities exist in the same time and space however the inhabitants do not interact or even acknowledge each other. A kind of enforced social blindness ensues and the concept of boundaries on every level are explored as a police detective and his assistant attempt to solve a crime that reaches across both cities. It reminded me so much of the concept of “invisible people” in our own societies who we deal with daily or walk past on the street but never actually see. I read some commentary by the author on this book, because it impressed me so much, and he took his inspiration from physically divided cities like the old East/West Berlin or Jerusalem at present and brought out the more sociological and psychological elements of both conscious and unconscious boundaries within the same space. One could also take it as an examination of class and tradition as one city is modern and well off while the other is less developed and more traditional. It’s psychologically dystopic in that the kinds of mental contortions people have to do in order to ignore “the other” is like a self- and socially enforced mind control. I really enjoyed this one. And even if you don’t want to read it for the social commentary the detective mystery itself with the hard boiled world weary cop is a pretty compelling story.

Nexus:Ascension – Robert Boyczuk

People in cryo-suspension return home to their planet to find that the entire population is wiped out by a plague thought to have been manufactured by a distant group of advanced societies who want to bring every planet under their umbrella and benevolently (they say) dole out technology and help advance less technologically developed races. That’s quite a premise and it leads to quite an adventure. There are many long range ships carrying members of the population who are returning to the planet and two small groups of survivors join forces to try to get a cure from the dominant cultural group. In some ways there were reminders here of Lord of the Flies. People are rarely motivated by nobility even when their species is at stake. There are instances of betrayal, revenge, pettiness and stupidity that does reflect on what behavioral possibilities exist within desperate scenarios. This book didn’t leave me in any way happy, hopeful or viewing my own world in a brighter light as some dystopias do. It did make me look deeper into human motivation and psychological constructs of some very dark emotions. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I read it because it is a very different take on the social dystopia and reveals a lot about personal internal dystopian states especially from a psychological point of view.

The White Plague – Frank Herbert

This was excellent. Believable characterization, compelling story of a scientist turned misanthrope and myth and the incredible setting of Ireland during the times of the troubles. He really did his homework regarding the IRA and the situation in Ireland that spawned the protagonist’s angst and outrage. The descriptive portions of the narrative were almost cinematic for me. Felt like I was watching a movie as I read. The combination of folklore with the scientific and political and psychological is astounding here. The political sensibilities were really keen especially. Of course Herbert does that well in much of his writing ie Dune. The politics of science, including regarding things like recombinant DNA are also underscored. A real multi-layered piece of writing with human depth and great story telling.

Divergent – Veronica Roth

Young adult novels are not usually something I read but Roth’s take on a Utopian/Dystopian society that is caste based is quite believable. There are the dangers of technology gone awry-a frequent cause of most dystopias and the redeeming human qualities of loyalty and love that attempt to overcome it. And there are the dangers of social and political  idealism gone awry as well. A hero’s tale to be sure with a young female protagonist. The intertwined love story is sweet but not sappy.  It was a pretty quick read but in some parts difficult to put down. The society was not as well developed as the Herbert novel for example, but it contained enough detail and nuance so as not to appear like a cardboard cutout behind the actors. The ending is begging for a sequel, which I understand may be in the works. I’ll read it too.

Robopocalypse – Daniel H. Wilson

I’m currently working my way through this book. About half way through and while the story is compelling, all our smart machines in the not so distant future revolt against their creators, the characters are not well developed nor is their perspective. There are a lot of technical details that distract from the narrative so I feel like I’m reading a primer on robotics more than a novel. Some on the blurb compare this work with some of Heinlein’s but that’s a bit of a stretch. The characters all speak with the same voice and I wonder if the author, a scientist, actually knows people from the working classes as they sound like stereotypes a lot of the time. I also don’t understand why Archos, the AI (artificial intelligence) suddenly goes berserk after being created in the first place. There’s very little motivation given. I am chalking it up to the supposed nature of machine intelligence but that is my own reading which I have to make because there’s not much else to go on. And when dealing with AIs the most interesting thing usually is the chance for the author to explore the nature of consciousness. There’s little of that here even with the human characters. Most of the book consists of reports from people as the Robopocalypse develops and carries on. It’s like a collection of short vignettes that show a few facets at a time. This is a tricky story telling device and one that writers should not attempt early in their careers. (It ain’t no Rashomon in other words) But it’s interesting enough that I’ll probably finish it, though I’m finding myself skipping ahead from time to time to check if it’s more of the same-not a good sign.


Dystopian novels are the most fun I can have without actually damaging anything. I find them cathartic for my more melancholy moments and often conversely uplifting in terms of my own society in that they provide motivation for a certain amount of gratitude as well as activist activities. Attempting to create change before the worst possibilities are realized in other words. I don’t like utopia-inspired visions much (like many fantasy novels) because they are unrealistic and escapist and don’t deal with real issues on the ground. Dystopias do that much better by taking them to the nth degree often so we must examine our ethical positions vis-à-vis the issues.

I’d rather face suffering in the present than dream of utopias or heavens or “enlightened societies” of the future because what we’re dealing with now is developing into something of a dystopia already. Dream-like idealism leads to far too many dystopias-Waco, Jonestown, Heaven’s Gate, Aum-Shinrikyo and many more in development such as Dominionist Christianity and radical jihadi Islam.

At the same time too much dystopianism can lead to paranoia, distrust and despair if one engages them as believable escapes rather than as social commentary or simple stories. Perspective and grounding in the present are necessary for interacting with any imaginative creation whether it be novels, movies, games or a lot of the artificial and constructed scenarios we are faced with on a daily basis.

That’s it.