Only my written word
I’ve sacrificed every thing, including sex and woman
– or lost them – to this attempt to acquire complete
concentration. (The con-
ventual.) “robe and bread”
not worry or have to worry about
either
Half Moon beach (“the arm of her”)
my balls rich as Buddha’s
sitting in her like the Padma
– and Gloucester, foreshortened
in front of me. It is not I,
even if the life appeared
biographical. The only interesting thing
is if one can be
an image
of man, “The nobleness, and the arete.”
(Later: myself (like my father, in the picture) a shadow
on the rock.
Charles Olson, 5/11/65
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wouldn't it be wonderfull and natural to bring this heart connection and communication into the place where they are so sorely needed - the love and relationship between man and woman?
and doesn't monastic life prevent (from a certain stage) this very thing from happening?
I'd love to hear that recording, if you've still got it! douglas.duhaime at gmail dot com
I'd love to hear the recording, if you still have it--douglas.duhaime at gmail dot com
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