(The Photo te Ching is my most recent contribution to beatzen literature based loosely and informally on the works of Lao Tsu and his writings, The Tao te Ching. To make matters worse, the Photo te Ching is vaguely disguised as a practice, which it isn't. The piece was written, re-written, re-edited and rewriten again between the country backroads of Nashville, TN and the big city fog of North Beach, San Francisco during April 2009 while I was staying at the St. Paul Hotel. May it be as useless to you as it is to me)
Those who take photos don't always know and sometimes the images aren't true. So let the photo blur and be wise. Open the lens, soften the light, let go possessions: you don't need them anymore. The eye can't be ignored. It doesn't hurt and it doesn't help. Because there's no disgrace in a slow shutter, it opens and closes. Let go controlling the image. Let go fixed ideas, concepts: the image takes care of itself. The more you know, the less you know. The more opnions you have, the less interesting you'll be. Let go rules and photos will be honest. Let go tecnqiue and you won't be ignored. Let go idealism and desire for the common image. Let go intolerant images: they'll be despised. Let go mysteries. Let go power. Let go the unnamed name in the darkroom, because patience is centered in limitations. Without knowing, unmoved by wind, photos have no purpose. They are empty and meangingless; they're always changing into non-doing and non-being. Nothing is impossible: everything happens eventually and then the image has nothing left. Because it's fixed with opinions and beliefs, it may not be the shape of things to come. Let go judgements and power to bebop hard driving jazz and zen literature. Jazz changes the spaces running into spaces being moved with a beat becomes a great jam session, because the camera has no shadow. And what if it did? Because it's at the center, who would fight for it? Because it has no race, who would write speeches for it? Let go values and let go names of standards songs with chords. Because it's easy and simple, it transforms things. (Dawn of a Noir Day)
The unnamed name makes no mistakes, apparently. (Nude on Meds)
But efforts are sometimes flawed without doing anything to make it happen. Like a jazz ballad with bitterness and humor on a large scale, it passes great moments because they're easy and they don't cling and it's not hard. Some men and women make an effort to hate themselves; they talk too much about things that don't matter as if they had secrets about the soul and the spirit, but the blood is the source of simplicity and patience. (Self-hatred and Ambiguity)
There are three simple actions: (1) exercise (2) think (3) be space The image is a mirage. It's not patient and has problems because the image is everywhere being and non-doing nothing. Let go doing anything or let go doing everything. Without moving, nothing is expected and nothing anticipated because it's not real. It's full but it's not filled up. Let go intellect, teaching and learning: the three parasites of imagination. Religion locks them up and plays old christian music from the old rugged rock of old ages: the hemmoroied of sexual repression. Religion is the bad breath of artificial intelligence. (Room #72, North Beach Hotel)
When I'm sleeping on morphine I let go the room past-present-future: I let go finding the Great Physician. I let go, meaning, I let go mind from the broken healing storm of unceasing movement, understanding nothing about disease. What is simple is easy to pronounce: I can say everything and nothing and speak it softly, but let go-prove-a-point because there's no control anywhere. Let go possessions of spirit because there's no forever and blues just makes it tender, bitter, brittle and dry. The Photo te Ching is self-taught and self-mastered: the perfect balance between brittle and dry, soft and yielding and other forms of imperfection. It's easy to see whats missing: simple structures like a painted desert of colorful illusions. Let go doing anything: let go doing unexpected things because there's no new meanings...... there's no new meanings, because there's no new meanings. (Tattooed Arm)
Photos don't necessarily come with humor on a large scale. They have too little or too much to see and too little to do in such a short time. Let go more giving. Let go more missing. Let go more heart because the heart hides in the quiet room. Let go time let go thinking and listening in the darkness of the darkroom, not knowing whether or not to care, or whether or not they should be caring too much either way. (At Vesuvio's)
If the hard attitude struggles in an effort to be gentle, or to overcome the gentle with jazz, let the jazz overcome the gentle, let it overcome the "somethings-better-than-nothing" because jazz overcomes the 'nothing' that is better than then 'something' it overcomes! It's the bebop of the hard beat around on a wheel of fortune saying words like "life time" ... what do you think it means? Life time? ... The sax has sleepy jazz eyelids falling against the hard time and the hard sleepy eyes of overcoming loud laughter, loud noise, hot wind in the lungs high temperature, heart whipping up too much dry parched wind emptying mind, emptying heat, emptying too much fake tranquility without blame, without an edge. Let mind go looking if it wants to. (At Vesuvio's 2)
Let truth go be truthful. Go be idealistic with no time to wait, no time to sleep, no time for rituals and beat salvation poetry. The garden was burnt around the edges and infections spread like a demand. I let go fear that cannot be named, because I had an expectation that if it could be named it would be a mystery and if it couldnt be named it would be lost like a purple scarf. So I moved away and it had no other puropse. No meaning. I let go tensions and time, because it was easier to break a habit. I let go talking too much. I let go thinking and creating the mind with gas, rituals, ceremonies, stale plastic tomatoes. Twilight time cannot be named, but I know it has a name. I let go sorrows, moved by the wind: sorrows had no real purpose, no real meaning, no real experience, no state of mind only excuses which were empty, so empty, as a matter of fact, they're an empty nothingness: they have nothing to them. (Untitled)
They aren't worth much, of course. And so the Tao of Lao Tsu is easy to let go. It doesnt matter, because its philosophically empty.
Those who take photos don't always know and sometimes the images aren't true. So let the photo blur and be wise. Open the lens, soften the light, let go possessions: you don't need them anymore. The eye can't be ignored. It doesn't hurt and it doesn't help. Because there's no disgrace in a slow shutter, it opens and closes. Let go controlling the image. Let go fixed ideas, concepts: the image takes care of itself. The more you know, the less you know. The more opnions you have, the less interesting you'll be. Let go rules and photos will be honest. Let go tecnqiue and you won't be ignored. Let go idealism and desire for the common image. Let go intolerant images: they'll be despised. Let go mysteries. Let go power. Let go the unnamed name in the darkroom, because patience is centered in limitations. Without knowing, unmoved by wind, photos have no purpose. They are empty and meangingless; they're always changing into non-doing and non-being. Nothing is impossible: everything happens eventually and then the image has nothing left. Because it's fixed with opinions and beliefs, it may not be the shape of things to come. Let go judgements and power to bebop hard driving jazz and zen literature. Jazz changes the spaces running into spaces being moved with a beat becomes a great jam session, because the camera has no shadow. And what if it did? Because it's at the center, who would fight for it? Because it has no race, who would write speeches for it? Let go values and let go names of standards songs with chords. Because it's easy and simple, it transforms things. (Dawn of a Noir Day)
The unnamed name makes no mistakes, apparently. (Nude on Meds)
But efforts are sometimes flawed without doing anything to make it happen. Like a jazz ballad with bitterness and humor on a large scale, it passes great moments because they're easy and they don't cling and it's not hard. Some men and women make an effort to hate themselves; they talk too much about things that don't matter as if they had secrets about the soul and the spirit, but the blood is the source of simplicity and patience. (Self-hatred and Ambiguity)
There are three simple actions: (1) exercise (2) think (3) be space The image is a mirage. It's not patient and has problems because the image is everywhere being and non-doing nothing. Let go doing anything or let go doing everything. Without moving, nothing is expected and nothing anticipated because it's not real. It's full but it's not filled up. Let go intellect, teaching and learning: the three parasites of imagination. Religion locks them up and plays old christian music from the old rugged rock of old ages: the hemmoroied of sexual repression. Religion is the bad breath of artificial intelligence. (Room #72, North Beach Hotel)
When I'm sleeping on morphine I let go the room past-present-future: I let go finding the Great Physician. I let go, meaning, I let go mind from the broken healing storm of unceasing movement, understanding nothing about disease. What is simple is easy to pronounce: I can say everything and nothing and speak it softly, but let go-prove-a-point because there's no control anywhere. Let go possessions of spirit because there's no forever and blues just makes it tender, bitter, brittle and dry. The Photo te Ching is self-taught and self-mastered: the perfect balance between brittle and dry, soft and yielding and other forms of imperfection. It's easy to see whats missing: simple structures like a painted desert of colorful illusions. Let go doing anything: let go doing unexpected things because there's no new meanings...... there's no new meanings, because there's no new meanings. (Tattooed Arm)
Photos don't necessarily come with humor on a large scale. They have too little or too much to see and too little to do in such a short time. Let go more giving. Let go more missing. Let go more heart because the heart hides in the quiet room. Let go time let go thinking and listening in the darkness of the darkroom, not knowing whether or not to care, or whether or not they should be caring too much either way. (At Vesuvio's)
If the hard attitude struggles in an effort to be gentle, or to overcome the gentle with jazz, let the jazz overcome the gentle, let it overcome the "somethings-better-than-nothing" because jazz overcomes the 'nothing' that is better than then 'something' it overcomes! It's the bebop of the hard beat around on a wheel of fortune saying words like "life time" ... what do you think it means? Life time? ... The sax has sleepy jazz eyelids falling against the hard time and the hard sleepy eyes of overcoming loud laughter, loud noise, hot wind in the lungs high temperature, heart whipping up too much dry parched wind emptying mind, emptying heat, emptying too much fake tranquility without blame, without an edge. Let mind go looking if it wants to. (At Vesuvio's 2)
Let truth go be truthful. Go be idealistic with no time to wait, no time to sleep, no time for rituals and beat salvation poetry. The garden was burnt around the edges and infections spread like a demand. I let go fear that cannot be named, because I had an expectation that if it could be named it would be a mystery and if it couldnt be named it would be lost like a purple scarf. So I moved away and it had no other puropse. No meaning. I let go tensions and time, because it was easier to break a habit. I let go talking too much. I let go thinking and creating the mind with gas, rituals, ceremonies, stale plastic tomatoes. Twilight time cannot be named, but I know it has a name. I let go sorrows, moved by the wind: sorrows had no real purpose, no real meaning, no real experience, no state of mind only excuses which were empty, so empty, as a matter of fact, they're an empty nothingness: they have nothing to them. (Untitled)
They aren't worth much, of course. And so the Tao of Lao Tsu is easy to let go. It doesnt matter, because its philosophically empty.
(Nude Smoking Opium) I opened the lens and there was nothing to fear: not insomina, not peace, not silence and not Nietzsche. Nothing gets better: life has no lessons. There's nothing to learn. The heart cannot be moved real or not, what it is and what isn't cannot be moved. I've had plenty of crosses, crowns and assumptions. I've had different identities and enough of the best things in life for free. I've had candles, incense, and clowns too bored to care. So I let go spirit and intutiton. I let go cosmos conceptions and infinite means, because its easy and there's nothing to lose. There are no "states of change"..... no dimensional points of view. I let go looking for the image. I let go looking for being, doing, non-being and non-doing and I listened and waited for them to become shadows.
