Wednesday, May 21, 2025

This Age is a Mirror-Civilization

 A quote from Meher Baba:

For better or for worse, the world of motion pictures has grown up extensively within the larger world of so-called realities. But the film world is not foreign to the "real" world — the two are affiliated so intimately that they can be seen, essentially, to be made of the same fabric. For everyone is, in a sense, an actor and the world has often been compared to a stage by poets and philosophers.

In point of fact, much of what passes for "action" in modern life can be called little but "acting"; and so the larger world has little ground to regard only the film world as being imitative. In the film world, the actor has to think, feel and act according to the pattern held before him; to mirror, though temporarily, the personality of the character being portrayed by him.

This can be said to be equally true, to a considerable extent, of those outside the world of motion-pictures; who struggle to follow the conventional pattern of living as they imagine it is expected of them, even if it cramps their inner individual expression. This is so not only figuratively but literally.

While looking in the mirror, people often see themselves more through the eyes of others than through their own. The reflected image evokes in their minds the impression they will make on others and the expectations which others have of them — and the best that most can do is to try to look the part they play.

Thus the mirror, literally and figuratively, has become such a seemingly indispensable part of modern life that we might almost name this age a mirror-civilization.

 

THE PATH OF LOVE, p. 124
1986 © Avatar Meher Baba Perpetual Public Charitable Trust

Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Two Poem-fragments

...from Phillip Whalen, who eventually became the abbot of the San Francisco Zen center and his old buddy, Gary Snyder, who was about to go to Japan to study Zen in formal fashion.  Both poems from late 1955, shortly after the infamous 6 Gallery reading in SF which kick-started the emergence of the Beats, hence the hippies, and all that....

First Whalen, from a poem entitled "Unfinished":


    A single waking moment

    destroys us

    and we cannot live without

    ourselves


    You come to me for an answer?  I

    invented it all, I

    am your tormentor, there is no

    escape, no redress


    You are powerless against me: you

    must suffer agonies until you know

    you are suffering;

    work on that.


And from Snyder, the same winter, 1955/56, about to embark on a momentous life change, crossing the Pacific:


    All America south and east,

    twenty-five years in it brought

    to a trip-stop

    mind-point, where I turn

    caught more on this land -- rock tree and man,

    awake, than ever before, yet ready to leave.

                damned memories,

    whole wasted theories, failures and worse success,

    schools, girls, deals, try to get in

    to make this poem a froth, a pity,

    a dead fiddle for lost good jobs.


    Granite sierras, shelves of books,

    all my friends, scatter

    aimlessly tumbling through

    years and centuries

    Aristotle's herd of formal stars

    stampedes:

    the diamond point mercy

    of this timeless rain.