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WD_242/ 2006
(  Satoshi Kinoshita )
| Series: | Works on paper: Drawings 3 | | Medium: | oil pastel on paper | | Size (inches): | 30.1 x 21.3 | | Size (mm): | 765 x 542 | | Catalog #: | WD_0242 | | Description: | Signed, date and copyright in pencil on the reverse.
KEROUAC - Excerpts with comments:
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live,
mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn,
burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across
the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and
everybody goes “Awww!”
"And I buy Buddha, who said, that what he said was neither true nor
untrue, and there's the only true thing or good thing I ever heard and
it rings a cloudy bell, a mighty supramundane gong -- He said, 'Your
trip was long, illimitable, you came to this raindrop called your life,
and call it yours -- we have purposed that you vow to be awakened --
whether in a million lifetimes you disregard this Kingly Heeding, it's
still a raindrop in the sea and who's disturbed and what is time--? This
Bright Ocean of Infinitude sails many fish afar, that come and go like
the sparkle on your lake, mind, but dive into the rectangular white
blaze of this thought now: You have been assigned to wake up, this is
the golden eternity, which knowledge will do you no earthly good for
earth's not pith, a crystal myth--face the A-H truth, awakener, be you
not knuckled under the wile of cold or heat, comfort or unrepose, be you
mindful, moth, of eternity--by you loving, lad, lord, of infinite
variety--be you one of us, Great Knowers Without Knowing, Great Lovers
Beyond Love, whole hosts of unnumberable angels with form or desire,
supernatural corridors of heat--we heat to hold you woke--open your arms
embrace the world, it and we rush in, we'll lay a silver meeting brand
of golden hands on your milky embowered brow, power, to make you freeze
in love forever-- Believe!and ye shall live forever-- Believe, that ye
have lived forever--overrule the fortresses and penances of dark isolate
suffering life on earth, there's more to life than earth, there's Light
Everywhere, look--'"
"Man," she finally says, and goes over and gets a stick of tea, and
lights up. I can't believe it and finally in walks a three-year-old boy
who says something extremely intelligent to his mother like "Mama, can I
have a bathtub with baby eyes, man?" something like that, or , "Where's
my baby toy I can go be a boy with," actually-- Then her husband walks
in, a cat from the Cellar, that I saw there milling around and running
around. I am supremely tested by this situation, and trying to get out
of it I pick up a book (Zen Buddhism) and start reading. Cody doesn't
care, but we're ready to go, we'll drive her right out to her
photographer. They rush out and I follow them but the book in my hands,
and have to run back in re-ring the bell (while Cody armarounds pretty
Mizzus O'Toole) and her husband stares at me down the stairs and I say
"I forgot the book" and run up and hand it to him, "I really did," and
he yells down "I know you did, man," completely cool and perfect couple.
"What will I do when I get to Frisco? Why first thing I'll get a room in
Chinatown" --but even nearer and sweeter I daydream what I'll do Leaving
Day, some hallowed day in early September, "I'll walk down the trail,
two hours, meet Phil in the boat, ride to the Ross Float, sleep there a
night, chat in the kitchen, start early in the morning on the Diablo
Boat, go right for that little pier (say hello to Walt), hitch right to
Marblemount, collect my pay, pay my debts, buy a bottle of wine and
drink it by the Skagit in the afternoon, and leave next morning for
Seattle"--and on, down to Frisco, then L.A., then Nogales, then
Guadalajara, then Mexico City--And still the Void is still and'll never
move--
But I will be the Void, moving without having moved.
The simplest truth in the world is beyond our reach because of its
complete simplicity, i.e, its pure nothingness-- There are no awakeners
and no meanings-- Even if suddenly 400 naked Nagas came solemn tromping
over the ridge here and say to me "We have been told the Buddha was to
be found on this mountaintop-- we have walked many countries, many
years, to get here-- are you alone here?"-- "Yes" --"Then you are the
Buddha" and all 400 of em prostrate and adore, and I sit suddenly
perfectly in diamond silence-- even then, and I wouldn't be surprised
(why be surprised?) even then I would realize that there are, there is
no Buddha, no awakener, and there is no Meaning, no Dharma, and it is
all the wile of Maya.
-www.nonduality.com/jack.htm
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