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He’s a woman! (via bobster855 share alike cc)
Original caption: .. Above is pictured Michael Higgins, who for six years was employed as a man. ‘He’ was married. ‘He’ was facing trial on grand theft fraud charges. Then ‘he’ was arrested again as a forgery suspect.
Taken to jail, Higgins was revealed to be a woman. Police blushed. Higgins had twice been arrested and booked as a male. Present at time of the arrest was Higgin’s ‘wife,’ pretty Betty Higgins, just returned from an extended stay in Phoenix. Said Higgins: ‘Sure I’m Mickey Higgins,’ she allegedly declared. ‘But I’m not married, and I only wear men’s clothes when I go on a trip. I’m going to Phoenix today; that’s why I had them on.”
From the San Francisco Public Library.
Welcome to Lascaux
What I’d like to suggest
are chimney swifts and charm quarks
pinochets, jaruzelskis
the upanisheds
What seeped into the cave of your brain
while you weren’t looking?
What did they manage to sketch on the walls, drop
on the floor:the street
art, the railroad ties, the graffiti: FUCK YOU
and the way you always want
to lay something down.
What I have decided is to choose
only the good things:
they way he used a blowtorch
as a means of prayer, the way isinglass
is an adhesive, an agent
that clarifies. The way she told time
by checking a mirror, then checking
on her arms.
-Olena Kalytiak Davis
Lascaux Hall of Bulls: Sisse Brimberg/National Geographic via travellinglight:
madlangbayan:Philippines ‘witness’ recounts killings - 26 Nov 09
Most people know more as they get older:
I give all that the cold shoulder.
I spent my second quarter-century
Losing what I had learnt at university
And refusing to take in what had happened since.
Now I know none of the names in the public prints,
And am starting to give offence by forgetting faces
And swearing I’ve never been in certain places.
It will be worth it, if in the end I manage
To blank out whatever it is that is doing the damage.
Then there will be nothing I know
My mind will fold into itself, like fields, like snow.
Santa, it’s kind of cool to send models to Chile’s Andes Mountains and all, but really, even though the girl in the coat looks adorbs as she “poses” or drunkenly weaves through the snow, the dude in the poncho and hat in the back looks more interesting. Bad-ass, even. Even the horse is like, “Bish plz. Nay.” (via Dear Santa: Have You Seen The December J. Crew?)
My own lil’ hypothesis, if I might even attempt to assert a point of view, is “Buddhism” in the US, in its mainstream presentation, seems to be more concerned with meditation as only a relax and bliss out experience as opposed to doing the deep and dirty work of confronting selfishness and unexamined, unmindful habits. Transformation at the base, says Thay. Transformation is the ultimate offering, adds Rinpoche. (This description of Buddhism in the US is of course not the only expression of dharma practice in the United States. There are genuine communities of practice for sure, taking refuge and practicing to experience the fruit of inner and outer freedom.)
Sometimes, the spiritual marketplace of the US represents Zen, Yoga, Buddhism, Tantra, Meditation as an exotic escape, a retreat, a getaway from everyday life’s stresses versus actually confronting the causes and mind states within and without that perpetuate moments of unhappiness and dissatisfaction. All of this to say that I think the body of Dharma teachings that I like (or more accurately, NEED) is the one that fearlessly calls things out and asserts TRUTH & CLARITY moment to moment. The dharma that bites!