[MD] Awareness and consciousness in the MOQ

[MarshaV]

recast your expectations...  



"Man looking into the sea,
taking the view from those who have as much right to it as
           you have to it yourself,
it is human nature to stand in the middle of a thing,
but you cannot stand in the middle of this;
the sea has nothing to give but a well excavated grave.
The firs stand in a procession, each with an emerald turkey-
           foot at the top,
reserved as their contours, saying nothing;
repression, however, is not the most obvious characteristic of
           the sea;
the sea is a collector, quick to return a rapacious look.
There are others besides you who have worn that look --
whose expression is no longer a protest; the fish no longer
           investigate them
for their bones have not lasted:
men lower nets, unconscious of the fact that they are
           desecrating a grave,
and row quickly away -- the blades of the oars
moving together like the feet of water-spiders as if there were
           no such thing as death.
The wrinkles progress among themselves in a phalanx -- beautiful 
           under networks of foam,
and fade breathlessly while the sea rustles in and out of the
           seaweed;
the birds swim throught the air at top speed, emitting cat-calls
           as heretofore --
the tortoise-shell scourges about the feet of the cliffs, in motion
           beneath them;
and the ocean, under the pulsation of lighthouses and noise of
           bell-buoys,
advances as usual, looking as if it were not that ocean in which
           dropped things are bound to sink --
in which if they turn and twist, it is neither with volition nor
           consciousness.". 
 
 
 







On Apr 23, 2012, at 1:11 PM, Andre <andrebroersen at gmail.com> wrote:

> Marsha to Andre:
> 
> "April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring
> Dull roots with spring rain."
> 
> Andre:
> Yes Marsha, and this is your response to my disappointment at your behavior on this discuss, where you are deliberately maintaining your slippery sliding attitude, your non committal to any suggestion put forward by anyone for that matter? Your dismissal of anything latched in learning. Your attitude in general regarding Pirsig's MOQ, which, it was hoped by its author, would attempt to make this world a little bit better.
> 
> And now you are citing from Eliot's The Waste Land, a poem written partly in an attempt to regenerate the contemporary wasted lands as they are reflected in its modern and postmodern discursive versions where deconstruction, nihilism and narcissism play a leading role.
> 
> Don't you find it rather odd and ironic that you should post this?
> 
> Upon reflection I do not.
> 
> You appear to see yourself above such discourse, perhaps too good for such discourse which despite your denial of having one looms above all of this discuss as a huge shadow of flimsy daisies: your ego!
> 
> And, of course I was too low for an exalted person such as yourself to suggest different ways of interpreting your experiences. How dare I ???!
> 
> Mindfulness? Ha! Don't make me laugh: mind closedness/mind vacuum.
> 
> Whatever you do, do not commit yourself. See yourself as truly above all this illusory mundane conventional stuff.
> 
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