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Summary

The text reflects on the pursuit of enlightenment and recognition through creative work, comparing the silence of the audience to a Zen Koan and the experience of enlightenment.

Abstract

The author of "The Zen of the Indifferent Promo" contemplates the spiritual journey of an artist or writer seeking validation in a world that often responds with silence. The prose poem uses Zen concepts such as Satori (enlightenment) and the Bardo (the intermediate, transitional, or liminal state between death and rebirth) to describe the struggle of finding meaning in the face of indifference. The author equates the silent reception of their work to a brutal Koan and wonders if this indifference might paradoxically be a form of spiritual awakening. Despite the silence, they find solace in the act of writing itself, suggesting a determination to continue their craft as a form of commitment akin to a Bodhisattva vow, which is traditionally an oath taken by Mahayana Buddhists to attain enlightenment for the benefit of all sentient beings.

Opinions

  • The author perceives the silence following their work's release as a profound, yet challenging, spiritual experience.
  • There is a sense of irony and resignation in the author's voice, as they liken the lack of response to their work to achieving a state of Satori.
  • The author seems to grapple with the desire for recognition (book sales) versus the spiritual pursuit of detachment and inner peace.
  • Writing is presented as both a personal quest for enlightenment and a form of service or vow to the world, suggesting that the act of creation has intrinsic value beyond external validation.
  • The text conveys a complex emotional landscape, where the author is introspective about their motivations and the impact of their work, yet also yearns for tangible success.

The Zen of the Indifferent Promo

a prose poem

Photo by Fabrizio Chiagano on Unsplash

If my work stares straight into the blank nothing face of the silent non-response to its bloody spasms has it achieved Satori? What is the sound of all hands ignoring? As this brutal Koan writes its truth can I sit on my pillow in a quiet room and count my slow breath as my day job’s laughter rings through my head?

I’ve have seen the white light the Lama’s speak of. The one you enter just before the Bardo sucks you along. The one you are given if you’ve sat long and hard and given up all. I’ve seen it in dreams and while on the cushion and I want to take a thick black permanent marker to it.

Resurrect me in book sales and let me write. Let that be my Bodhisattva vow.

Poetry
Writing Life
Zen
Illumination
Writing
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