OWS is not your new bicycle.
OWS is not a cute white killer bunny.
OWS is not a Christmas wish list.
It is a zen koan.
This seems like a point worth making, because people are getting confused. The issue at hand is not when to issue demands (if not now, … now?) nor how (with a smile or a menace) nor what demands to make.
This is not a negotiation.
A square is not a hostage.
Air time is not a concession.
And The People are not terrorists: they are the sovereign.
The occupation is a zen koan. A koan presented by the Ninety Nine to … occupy the One. It is a riddle without any particular right answer, but by One’s answer One shows whether or not One is on the way.
The young saffron-robed monk Timmy (or Timmeh for Coloradans) piped up first. “Handsignals must be deregulated, because high frequency hand-signals are good for liquidity”. Ah Timmy, you must meditate some more.
Then came the neophyte Barry, so full of promise. He understood the need to think things over and consider the big picture, as it were, to answer with obliquity:
“To look for hair on the back of a tortoise,
Or hunt for horns on the head of a rabbit,
Or seek redress for financial crimes,
All these things are futile, born of errant desire which is but suffering.”
Barry, you must think not just with your intellect and your financial backers in mind. The entire personality, mind and body, must be thrown into the solution. Only thus the solution shall you find.
Then the novice David o’ the Brooks, after day-and-night concentration, undergoing an increasing mental strain, thought he had unfolded the mystery and reproduced the state of consciousness of the Master:
“True enlightenment is cutting entitlement and freeing the entrepreneurial spirit from regulation and income taxes. Only thus will we be free of the suffering of deficits and market inefficiencies holding back growth.”
Young David, you show dedication to the task at hand, but you must move beyond the world of beltway budgetary illusion. Deficits in a liquidity trap are but fleeting figments of our imagination. Growth, efficiency, synergy, productivity, corporate profits, these things have no grip on reality when their fruits accrue to no one, but obtain merely as digital representations in a file folder in numbered Swiss accounts.
Then there was Orszag of the omb, who threw up his hands and responded, “There is no answer, no matter how many hands give the signal. Because greater than them all is the invisible hand signal that transfers income from labor to capital. It is thus, and always will be, as long as we don’t change the text books.”
Oh Orzag of the omb, despair not. Text books were made to be rewritten. And money need not always and only flow upwards.
And Koans were not made to be resolved in a day. It takes time and effort. And dear One, it is the Master’s role to ensure that the psychic tension induced by the Koan is neither too little nor too great. The Master cannot give you the answer, the Master is the questioner, and the sanzen – the process – will be arduous and unpleasant and surprising for the One. Since the Koan is impossible to explain – it is not a claim or a proposition, it is an understanding – the Master must resort to unusual practices to guide the student towards enlightenment, most notably through the innen – the incidents: the Master will be forced to tweak, shout, pummel the student with blows, or even cut off a finger or two. The innen, this variety of antics, are necessary in order to provide the final shock that releases the baffled mind caught in a state of psychic tension and lead to satori.
So dear One, persevere and ask not for our demands.
Our demands, like Truth, are both infinite and one.
(crossposted at kgblogz)



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Once again, Obey, I’ll say how proud I am to know you. This is just masterful, and I’d rec it a thousand times if I could.
And…welcome to the Lake, dear; great writers are such a benefit to us all. ;o)
Much of what you’ve written here has been pinging on all sorts of levels and tangents for me since, even though I know next to nothing about Buddhism or koans.
I wish you’d post the ‘The Land That Mistook…’ piece, too.
We’re engaged in those antics that will provide the final shocks now, eh? Who attains satori is up for grabs, but… ;o)
The greatest shock that the American people can deliver to the 1% in 2012 is to challenge them on their own turf by running against them as Independents.
One thing that is central to the Zen philosophy is work and I hope that all remember this too. Pai Chang was the Zen Master famous for establishing the Zen monastic rule. He was always very insistent on working every day.
There is a place esoteric thought and a time for hard work and action. The truth is that we do not have the luxury of time. We are sinking and it is critical that we work in a concrete way now to ensure that we have very real and viable choices for candidates in 2012. Begging the master to change is not the solution. Making lists of demands is fruitless. We’ve been following that path for at least 30 years.
It’s time to kick their asses out and replace the with members from the 99% who are not millionaires and who do not own Wall Street stock. And that takes work and action.
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The young disciple was sent away by the Master to sit atop the mountain until he gained enlightenment. The Master told him he was to meditate on the famous Zen koan, “what is the sound of one hand clapping.”
At first, the scenery was beautiful and, though no answer came, his task was nevertheless pleasing to him.
But then winter came… and then another and another and the years rolled by and the young disciple grew old and gray.
And finally, as if it was just the time for knowing, the answer came to him. “I can’t believe it was so easy.” He took his open hand and repeatedly began smacking the heel of his hand against his forehead. That, he now understood, is the sound of one hand clapping.
Perhaps those who purport to lead America should do a little less talking and a little more forehead smacking.
Great post, Obey… recommended!
Thanks for the recs guys. Much appreciated!
Hey Wendy. Thanks for the welcome committee!
;0)
Just gotta think up some good antics now…
I wasn’t intending to engage in esoteric thought. It was a roundabout way of saying that people shouldn’t worry too much about specific policy proposals or electoral strategy at this point. It’s far too narrow a conception of what effective action amounts to. Look back at past successful social movements – civil rights, gay rights, environment – and electoral strategy was hardly the first thing that needed to happen within … one month of their inception. We’ve got to think creatively in keeping up the pressure and maintaining the focus of the conversation.
That is just mho, of course.
See now, if WE just smack them around a bit, maybe they’ll get the idea…
;0)
LOL! Ah, shucks; in lieu of antics, we’ll just accept you and your Eames chair classin’ up the joint instead. Oh: and your writing, of course… ;~)
WelshT, did you get my emails?
OWS is two ragged skinny vultures in a tree. One says to the other – Fuck patience. I’m going to kill something. The West doesn’t have koans. We have Gordian knots.
*Masterfully* written Obey.
Hi Wendy.
Yes, I did… mucho appreciato. I haven’t visited over there mostly due to a lack of time. I’m hoping to write some sort of “intro post” later today.
I’m very impressed with the writers there.
- wT2
Good-o, welshT. Looking forward to it; we have a lot of fun, too, along the way. Blogging software extraordinaire. Kgb’s tech-pertise rawks.
And we blame everything that goes wrong on Obey…or moi. ;o)
LOL! Thx for that one.
I see you are more jedi than zen master. As per Yoda:
- Foreplay and cuddling, a Jedi craves not these things…
Yup. I am to Kgblogz what Kenny is to South Park.
;0)
Other People are Not Me
This sort of Zen fundamentalist worship gives me the runs (please excuse my French.)
I mean, so-called “Obey” (though I doubt that’s your real name), how do you know that if Zen Bhuddists didn’t rule the world, they wouldn’t trade in their staffs for AK-47′s and Drones and kick the tar out of the rest of the world?
Drive the poor, starving Christians from their last remaining holes in the hills?
Slaughter the Muslims by the millions – after making them pray facing North Northeast?
And harsh on the Jews?
Power. Just like Jesus said – it’s all about power. And if you gave Zen Bhuddists any power, they’d be worse than we Baptists have been, I can tell you that.
Go ahead – enjoy your false kaons.
While you can.
nice thought provoking post!
I often ponder on what it means to give a person regard. I think what is very powerful about OWS is its simple existence and visibility. The 1% must see them, must give them regard. OWS’ right to exist and be seen, in and of itself, is powerful and peaceful and offensive.
But, dude, that’s the whole point.
Who worries about corporate financing when you’ve got … Buddha’s palm!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHJM5ZS4dmQ&feature=player_detailpage#t=401s
I agree, would you mind not esoteric-ing so much? Keep telling you: ‘We’re late, we’re late…for a very important date!’ Why do you think I gave you that giant pocket watch for your bar mitzvah, anyway?
But no…ya just hafta keep tryin’ ta stick all this movement stuff into some framework that negates the idea of politics and normal institutional channels and all that.
You see? As soon as anyone – even a tiny individual voice such as mine – tries to question the motives of any of this mob of so-called “Zen” radicals, they turn to violence… and thoughts of violence.
Go ahead, Zen-dog, do your best to bully the minorities. They may only be 1%, the tiniest minority of all, but it’s this minority on Wall Street which does the heavy lifting, the job-creating, the innovating, the productivity-enhancing and the wealth-producing.
Remember the words of Jesus. “Bullies never win, and cheaters never prosper.”
Sleep tight, Zpug.
A true epic if there ever were one (I always love the slightly annoyed squawk when he bounces off the hawk). And think of all the construction jobs created.
Seriously, though – really love this one. Haven’t had much to add, but it really has been churning in my mind. Think Des & Q have it right about the amorphousness being a good thing. How could the nondescript amorphous nature of the current dissatisfaction manifest as anything but a nearly impossible to categorize stack of things people aren’t willing to sit by and allow to be neglected any longer.
The specific things we bring to the blogs and assemblies or write on our signs are really just symbols. Sure, they are important, no question. But the thing everyone has in common – from the far right Teapartier to the far left Firepup to the whereverandwhateverthehellIam – is that in the land ostensibly designed to be run by the voice of the people, the thing neglected most of all is our voices.
We CAN’T duke it out as people; argue and debate, decide and do. Our so-called wins and losses are meaningless. Those who invented money as a tool have declared money is the people’s voice and now they have declared their vehicles for consolidating wealth to be the flesh and blood. What other being has the breath to sufficiently raise money’s voice through mind boggling disgorgement that no matter how large always seems to be consumed again by the very organs from which they spewed forth? And if money is declared human voice, how can those who were elected to follow the voice of the people do anything other than respond to it’s commands?
At this stage, it doesn’t matter how clearly rational or seemingly insane the objective or how many take up it’s call – we’re ALL being told to go fuck ourselves. It seems we are demanding the right for our signs to actually mean something.
Well, shit. You just said so much better than me.
“It seems we are demanding the right for our signs to actually mean something.”
Thanks K.
You two are on a roll.
Surprised you’re not in prison, especially for insulting Timmeh, but there it is. The authorities… gone slack.
Might as well take advantage, eh?
OCCUPY PIE!
Bar Mitzvah? Well thanks a lot. Now everyone knows I’m a thirteen year old kid in his parents’ basement…
You’re ruining my street cred Ma!!