/bauddhamata

The padlock keys

2008-07-25T13:23:00.012+08:00

In December 2007 I arrived back to Jasmine Hermitage, Singapore after an intensive month-long period of field research in Southern India. Much to my surprise, I found that the padlock on the front grilling of the premises was changed: not on the gate right off the street but on the grilling to the front hall itself. I normally only use the padlock when I go away anywhere for more than a day, for

A Sinic name 悉檀 (siddham)

2008-07-23T19:37:00.013+08:00

Some have inquired as concerns any possible Sinic rendition of Sritantra. We have found that Siddham (悉檀) functions fairly well, although I hasten to reiterate that in actual fact Sritantra is not a name at all, but a project-function that is fully alive in its own highly transitive and polyvalent morpho-semiological infrastructure. It has previously appeared both here and here. Refs. http://

a caravansary

2008-07-22T23:20:00.015+08:00

I am going through a rather unpleasant period in Singapore now. My peripatetic Jasmine Hermitage is feeling the force of a lot of unhelpful external energy. The very remote and malfunctionally hidden two-or-three-man executive board of "the premises" here is currently trying to deal with a colossal crisis, which points incidentally to my imminent relocation. This actually has very less to do with

I first met Rene on the beach at Puri (draft)

2008-07-21T13:46:00.011+08:00

I first met Rene on the beach at Puri, in Orissa Inda in 1983. It was late afternoon and he was standing on the shore wearing Bermuda shorts and a colourful shirt while talking to a German traveller. I was out in the water body surfing jerky meter-high curlers left and right across the faces of wave. But they were coming so fast that much of time spent diving beneath the foamy break. The tide was

Untitiled

2008-07-12T19:18:00.006+08:00

In the case of Wenlock Government Hospital knowingly and intentionally restraining René Laubiès without his consent, interfering with his liberty, and serially denying his legal right to representation; and knowingly and intentionally carrying out these acts in an aggravated environment that subjected Laubiès to grievous physical injury; and knowingly and intentionally subjecting Laubiès to

Desert airfield near LA

2008-07-07T08:49:00.021+08:00

I arrived at dawn with a perfect nothing but passport and shoulder bag. The sunlight was gold through slightly muted clouds as I stepped across the rain wet tarmac to passport control. The airport was very calm and serene. I was happy to be there. There was next to no commitment. But I needed to get to Malibu quick. Then something happened with my minimal belongings. They could not be retrieved.

In the Javanese Quarter

2008-07-04T09:41:00.025+08:00

I have done my best to shape a course that calls on as many ports as possible. I furthermore try to tender goods that appeal to the broadest array of tastes. If I fail to meet your shopping needs, please do note that I call here often and each time carry a fresh consignment. So let us convene in the Javanese Quarter, say, adjacent to the quayage.... You may find me sitting on the shaded planks of

Post-Bauddha

2008-07-03T08:32:00.020+08:00

The basis of my non-elite but "custom" education is as follows. I left my native land as an underage boy and hung around various foreign schools where female faculty found me adorable and took me home with them. Regarding my use of the term Post-Bauddha; well let's take Bauddha first. It generally denotes anything pertaining to or emergent from the cultural products ascribed to "Buddha"—yet

In the realm of disruptive patternization

2008-06-26T08:33:00.038+08:00

In search of a method: how does one proceed though the realm of disruptive patternization? By first going with, and then against the breath as a consequential practice that may under no circumstances ever condescend to the quirks of leisure time? How much less to the lure of public pandering? Or by the transubstantiation of aesthetic quandary as owning to a genus of poetical-yoga where for all

Skins of thought

2008-06-18T18:12:00.014+08:00

If words are transporters of communicative impulse, wardrobes of mentality, skins of thought, then what microbial probe might we lay to inveigle these stripped down grains of shadow, refracted, pearly, rinsed and stinging?

Facial gracilation

2008-06-17T10:07:00.033+08:00

Long bumpy journeys: windows down left bruised in the local coloration of tongues in panelled relief and sequenced stress of scum-wrench formulae dust and sun in the eye-squint search of a day of contour, hunger, thirst, tabulation and loss through the facial gracilation of patterned stain let jarred on trashy sweat-laced breezes skimming the lesser Sunda isles

Incessantly motionless

2008-06-15T10:19:00.020+08:00

Sunday morning breather on second-floor veranda, stranger in a strange town cursively bordered by forested hills, a rippling sea and swishing sounds from nearby traffic as the maid mops the patio and drive across the lane. House next door, they pile into a vehicle, maid to the back beside the spare tyre silently, the automatic gate rolls closed. Earth-tile roofing to forested hills under pale

Ingratiating kites: a poetic inquiry

2008-06-11T20:10:00.011+08:00

Looming dark cloud made me grab an umbrella as I stepped out to the porch of Jasmine Hermitage and slapped the grilling closed behind me. Then I passed through the gate and locked it. Walked to the bottom of Lorong 31 and crossed to the south side of Geylang Avenue where I waited for any of three numbered buses that would drop me at Lavender Street International Bus Terminal. The Malaysia-bound

Assembling notes around Paul Facchetti

2008-06-09T20:36:00.031+08:00

I would like to assemble some scattered notes in homage to Paul Facchetti (b. 1912). The spur of this account is very recent news that this exceedingly rare photographer and artist continues to flourish in Paris. I first came to learn of Paul Facchetti in the initial phase of my bio- art-historical investigation of nonfigurative painter René Laubiès (1922-2006). In the process of establishing an

for robert creeley

2008-06-08T16:09:00.002+08:00

...if "form is no more than the ex- tension of con tent" (as they said), then 'torRid zone shade' [<=click it] don't fill in applications. Originally published in torrid zone shade, 12.5.05.

Very less

2008-06-08T15:57:00.003+08:00

In proto-Laubiesan turn of phrase one creates a vacuum of the emptiness; emptiness is that which coextends with the wholeness. Form and either/or its absents or wanting is an irrelevancy. There is always much waiting in theorematic recourse as privileged over science and philosophy, say, where inexactitude, aphesis, chance and mistelling prove clever re-evaluating prompts to exemption. Whatever

The Laubies final days in India archive

2008-05-26T20:43:00.002+08:00

I have (re)launched The Laubies final days in India Archive. It is a relatively open source archive dedicated solely to the thorough and accurate amassing, recording and protection of historical, cultural and evidentiary data, entailing personal correspondence, official reports (their petitioning, textual and visual reproduction), supplementary notes, explanations, worksheets, etc.; and to the

Is historiography a valid discipline?

2008-05-23T18:30:00.017+08:00

Every academic branch of inquiry takes as read its personal style of writing and thinking in particular regard to points of methodology and product presentation. From a reading of Hayden White's "The Historical Text as Literary Artifact" (1978), I would extrapolate this, that to a large degree the historian's practice consists in measured manipulation of the meanings of events by stressing

Laubies, Aphorism No. 6

2008-05-21T17:22:00.006+08:00

The conservators in France are like all the French, they detest the painting and the painters that live. Deaths reassure them, but be on guard because the "second death" of official artists may prove definitive and these conservators will in the final analysis pass for idiots, which is in fact their secret terror. The zeal of these petty functionaries of art makes me laugh. They are as quickly

samsara baptismo

2008-05-17T20:35:00.011+08:00

samsara sara is sarasvati the gracious upper riverine reaches of oceanic knowledge divinity and bliss sam only means you're immersed in it wholly baptismo

Guo Xi as cultural toponym

2008-05-17T16:32:00.108+08:00

Guo Xi (c. 1020–90), the distant eleventh-century cultural figure, wafts as a buoyant toponmy on the mirage-like horizon of Laubiesian Studies. How disposed should we be to this ominous placement: this transferring of securities to a small group of investors? Spelt also typically "Kuo Hsi," "Khuo-Chi" et cetera, Guo Xi (郭熙), as legend has it, was a court professional landscape painter and

The Savage Buddha (my most popular article)

2008-05-12T09:54:00.022+08:00

1. Gautama's Early Protégés From viewing a number of my online articles, certain readers have formed the impression that I strongly identify with a remote class of Asiatic asceticism. They furthermore presume my "tradition" (yes, it is hard to get beyond this decadent term) to be essentially shamanic, but with a particular penchant for secreted oases. Finding this not too far off the mark, I

With Senora in Rome

2008-05-10T22:00:00.012+08:00

I dreamt I was with Senora in Rome. She saw me painting. I was standing near a table peeling small-flattened globs of paint off sandpaper when she offered me a nearby house or flat. "I can show you them tomorrow" she affirmed. "Are you serious?" I asked. "Of course" she said and cast her eyes downward and away. I was pleased with the prospects, but later while driving a motorcycle that belonged

Red packets, furnish and curl

2008-05-07T12:29:00.046+08:00

I believe it is important that we occasionally draw attention to certain troubled fields midst the greater academic grazing ground, and with the highest degree of refinement possible proclaim unmitigated bullox. I advance this remark as relates in particular to matters deficient of the slightest trace of agreed-upon, nor even volunteered procedures of verification. In the queue, we have as

What happened to Supañño?

2008-05-05T12:01:00.037+08:00

From his progressively stable hang out base on Phangan Island in the South China Sea (c 1992-94), the New Zealand-born, Australian-national and former monk Supañño began to explore cross-Isthmian trade links to Phuket, Phi Phi, Khao Lak, and back, in order to provide the up-market tourist scene along that lovely Andaman Coast with X, LSD, hash, little dhamma talks and smack. It was eventually the