Category Archives: Asia

Death

Lughnasa                                         Waxing Back to School Moon

The thing about death is, it is forever, unlike life.  Once entered there is no return.  It is that one way disappearance that creates the chaos of grief, the sense, the realization that something has been done that cannot be undone.  There is no longer any action to take, no remedy to try, no act of contrition that will change things.  There is here, the living, and there, the dead.

Death comes to humans, dogs, mice, birds, lizards, fish, death comes.  We living things are alike in facing the cessation of our agency, the end of all the striving.

Life has death as its forever dance partner, the danse macabre.  It is a dance like those marathons from the 30’s where the dancers slump along near the end, barely holding each other up as the sun rises and the music slows.  The dance hall begins to take on its daytime character, the cracks in the ceiling come out, the floor has not been mopped, the romance of the contest and the hall slip away and we are left with the one partner who will never let us go.

Death is not life, whatever else it may be.

Tibetan Buddhist thought has a wonderful, I would even say exemplary, way of approaching death.  The photograph here, a partial of a Yamantaka statue, illustrates it iconographically. “Yamāntaka is a Sanskrit name that can be broken down into two primary elements: Yama, the name of the god of death; and antaka, or “terminator”. Thus, Yamāntaka’s name literally means “the terminator of death”.”  This statue shows Yama in cosmic embrace with his consort, thus wisdom and compassion become one.

Meditating on Yamantaka, so I was told by a Tibetan Buddhist, involves imagining your own death in as real a fashion as possible.  The intent of the meditation is to eliminate the fear of death, either in the body or in what Buddhists call the subtle body.  When we achieve an acceptance of our own death, we become free.  This is, if I understand the Buddhist thought correctly, also a path to enlightenment.

Of course, a Buddhist would see this in the context of Buddhist doctrine, with which I am not familiar, but I have embraced this image and this understanding as an important part of my own spiritual journey.

The Buddha

Lughnasa                                   Full Artemis Moon

No.  Not that Buddha.  A small, bald, slightly pudgy baby Buddha.  That was what we called my sister when she was still an infant.  Mary had an inscrutable baldness going for her.  Now she lives in the land of the Buddha, the oldest Buddhism of all, Theravada, and has long since shed her Buddha appearance.  She’s traded the robes, or the diapers, of the Buddha for academic regalia, Indiana for Singapore, North America for Asia.

She’s been over there a while now, a long while, living a good part of her adult life on the Malay Peninsula, first in Kuala Lumpur and now in the Air Conditioned Nation of Singapore, a city state like days of old.

The life of an ex patriate had no texture, no reality for me until first Mary, then Mark ended up in Southeast Asia, both spending at least two decades there, plus a little.  That left me the only stay at home, still rooted in the Midwest.

As things go, however, I developed an ongoing interest in Asia art and from that Asian history and, in particular, Chinese philosophy, so we all share a common fascination with the Far East, though mine is more bookish and museum oriented while theirs is everyday life.

Mary has gone faraway and built a life in a land with lifeways and assumptions often very different from our own.  It’s an impressive achievement and as she nears her 58th birthday I wanted to acknowledge it.  Happy Birthday!  Dr. Sis.

Departures

Lughnasa                             Waxing Artemis Moon

Spoke with the folks at Dadant.  They found my order and have begun to ship the honey extractor and other parts of the Ranger extraction kit.  5 boxes from different locations.  Sounds like they’ll arrive before I have to pull the honey.

A wet, cooler morning with a hot day later and tomorrow to follow.  We continue on our stormy way.  Minnesota, that’s right, our Minnesota, leads the nation in tornadoes this year.  By a lot.  We have had 50 more than either Texas or Oklahoma.  Maybe tornado alley has found me and wants me back.  Paul Douglas says it’s due to a blocking slump in the jet stream that holds weather patterns here that would normally be further south.

Kate and I watched a Japanese movie the other night, “Departures.”  In it a young cellist gives up the cello after his orchestra dissolves.  He and his wife move back to his home in a small town by the ocean.  There he applies for a job listing seeking a person to help with departures.  A misprint.  It should have read departed.

I don’t know how common the rite of casketing is in Japan, but it involves, in essence, performance of what we consider an undertakers job (the cosmetic part, not the embalming which seems not to be part of the job) in front of the mourners.  The body is then placed in a coffin, also called encoffining, and transported to the crematorium where the equivalent of a graveside service occurs.  The whole process seems humane, accepting of death and the reality of grief.

As with most Japanese movies I’ve seen that have funerals, this one has a comedic side, too.

The movie pulls the heart, not in contrived ways, but in its honest depiction of difficult human moments, sensitively portrayed.  Highly recommended.  Available on Netflix.

Kids, Chinese Heritage and Sheepshead + Buddhism

Lughnasa                          Waxing Artemis Moon

Whew.  Into the MIA for tours with kiddies from the Peace Games at the park across from the Museum.  I had two groups, one a group of girls mostly who were sensitive, responsive and imaginative.  A pleasure.  The second group was all tween boys who wandered, posed, paused and were harder to engage, though the sword did get their attention.

When finished, I knew I had to return at 5:45 and I had the option of staying, but I chose to drive back home and take a nap.  After an illness, I like to get as much rest as possible.

So, turn around at 5:00 pm and go back to the museum for a tour of the Matteo Ricci map with the Chinese Heritage Foundation.  They were a lively, bright group who could read the map!  That gave more insight into it.  Lots of good questions, conversation.

I left the museum at 6:45 and headed over to St. Paul to sheepshead.  The card gods smiled on me tonight.  After a slow start, I got some better cards.

Then, back home.  A long day.  On the drive I’ve been listening to more of the Religions of the Axial Age lectures.  The ones right now focus on Buddhism.  I’ve never found Buddhism appealing though certain elements seem helpful.  Since I’m a not a big believer in reincarnation or kharma, the Buddha seems to be solving a problem I don’t have.  After listening to the notion of no-self, I began to have a distinct puzzlement.  I don’t get how the notion of no-self and continuing rebirth co-exist.  I must be misunderstanding something.

Emperor of Ten-Thousand Calendars

Lughnasa                                     Waxing Artemis Moon

Two very different tours today:  Peace Games with small children in globs of 15 or so for 15 minutes and a Matteo Ricci tour for Chinese folks.  The first one is about fun, questions, seeking treasure and oh by the way this is art.   In the first room I have, a collection of modern Japanese ceramics, not very promising for  young kids, I’m going to have them look for something that looks like it came off an airplane and some flowers.  Then, if they seem interested, we’ll put together a group story.  In the next room there is a very cool piece in which an artist who is under pressure from the law is defended by characters from his prints.  I’ll tell the story there.  In the ukiyo-e gallery, we’ll be looking at netsuke.  The kids will decide which one is most like someone in their life.  In the next to last gallery I’ll tell the story of the Minamoto battles on the big screen, we’ll look at the samurai armor and swords.  If there’s time, we’ll hunt for animals in the last gallery.

The Matteo Ricci is something completely different.  This is an exhibit honoring a Westerner, Ricci, who visited China as a Jesuit, landing in Macao in 1583 and dying in Peking in 1610 while serving as court mathematician to the WanLi emperor.  While in Peking, he created a huge map in six large panels, a map of the world, the first to use Western and Chinese cartography.  Though Ricci had hundreds of these maps printed only 5 survived to the present day.  At least that was what was originally thought.  A London rare maps dealer found this map, the one on display at the MIA, in the collection of a private party in Japan.  It’s discovery caused one map scholar to name it “the impossible black tulip.”  The James Ford Bell Library at the university of Minnesota purchased it for $1,000,000.  It will complement their collection which “documents the history and impact of international trade prior to ca. 1800 C.E.”

It represents an interesting historical nexus, reformation and enlightenment era Europe visiting China in the final years of the Ming Dynasty, at a point when the Chinese had turned away from sailing in the age of sail and had begun to deemphasize foreign contacts just as European traders from the Dutch and Britain began to show up alongside the earlier and better established Portuguese and Spanish.  They were not alone.  It was in the early 1600’s that Japan closed the country to foreign trade and foreign visitors.

The Wanli Emperor, the Emperor of Ten Thousand Calendars, was in the last years of his reign when Ricci finally made it to Peking becoming the first Westerner in the northern capital established by the Yongle Emperor in the 15th century.  The Wanli emperor had started his reign well, executing military matters and administrative concerns with some skill.  He became disenchanted, however, with the infighting and moral attacks back and forth among Neo-Confucian scholar officials.  In response he essentially gave up the running of the country, leaving China with a faction fractured central government compounded by his imperial inaction.  The effect was to remove China from the world scene just as European exploration, commercial avarice and technological advancements grafted itself onto Europe’s own imperial ambitions.  The result of these two forces moving in opposite directions would change the course of world history, a change only now beginning to right itself from a Chinese perspective.

It was into this volatile mixture that Ricci brought European science, mathematics, art and, of course, religion.  Ricci became a literati, a member of the scholar-official class, mastering Chinese and the mores of the governing class.  His acceptance in those circles propelled him close to the Imperial court and found him buried in Peking after his death in 1610, an honor accorded to few Westerners.  He did not, however, convince many Chinese to become Roman Catholics.

Congratulations, Mary Ellis

Lughnasa                                            Waning Grandchildren Moon

A big shout out to sister Mary.  She got her degree!  Dr. Mary Ellis.marygetsdegree670 How about that hat.  She owns all that regalia now.  This was in Singapore last week.

Heard an interesting theory today on Favre’s ankle angst.  Allison’s husband thinks Favre has plans to come back after the first game of the season.  Why?  It’s against New Orleans.  New Orleans is the home team for the Mississippi fan boy.  Who knows?  I do know this.  Favre’s played football for many, many years.  At this point he knows his body very well and he knows/has known the impact of the ankle surgery.  In addition this is a guy who makes split second decisions on the field, about football.  He’s not indecisive.  My guess at this point is that his wife is leaning on him to quit.  He has enough money, a pick-up truck, a dog and a farm.  What more does a country boy need?

Spoke with a docent who taught political science at U of Wisconsin in Eau Claire.  Neither one of us have a clue what’s going on in this election, either at the state or federal levels.  These are peculiar times in American politics, unlike any I have seen.  Right wing nutjobs in ascendancy within the Republican party.  An African-American President.  A recession that will not die and unemployment that will fall away.  Environmental catastrophes and congress can’t even consider a bill on climate change.  Health care legislation at the Federal level challenged at the state level.  Arizona comes out as a state of anti-immigrant bigots.  A California judge overturns prop 8 in California prohibiting gay marriage, a decision that will almost certainly send this lightning rod issue all the way to the Robert’s Supreme Court.  I know I missed a few things.  Who ever said politics were dull?

Kate spent the day with her sister Anne going to quilt shops in the southwestern burbs.  She got home about 7:00 and went almost straight to bed.  Exhausting.

Tomorrow more gardening and maybe bees.  Probably bees.  We’re getting set to order extracting equipment.  That means I gotta keep these lil buggers alive and producing for years to come.  Artemis Hives.

Tours

Lughnasa                                                Waning Grandchildren Moon

Back from a long day at the MIA. Got there for the ten o’clock tour only to discover they didn’t need me.  I used the time to prepare for my 1:30 tour with the Campfire Girls.  I wandered through the museum in a leisurely way, seeing the cho ken garments, the ukiyo-e prints, the MAEP galleries with the wonderful bojagi bags and the Amada pieces on the brevity of life.  I also looked in on the Basins, Bowls and Baskets collection of work by women artists in those genres.

It was fun and, as often happens when I wander by myself, I found sparks flying for work I’m doing here at home.

Allison and I ate lunch at Christo’s, a pleasant diversion, the came back for the tour.   I was ready for girls, but my group included four young men.  Not to worry.  We had a fun time going through various parts of the museum looking at some things I had in mind and stopping at some things that attracted the group.  The hour went quickly.

Back home, let the dogs out and fed them, caught up on my e-mails and now I’m ready for a nap.

Camp Fire Girls

Lughnasa                                     Waning Grandchildren Moon

Last night over edamame and potstickers I discussed gardening with a fellow docent who had just seen Ran.  We agreed it had been a peculiar gardening season with plants blooming two weeks to a month early.  We also agreed no one could care for our gardens like we do and produced examples to prove it.  Hers:  a $10 an hour weeder who took up Astilbe instead of the stinging nettles.  Mine:  ok, I didn’t have one since only Kate and I weed here.  August finds our gardening spirit on the wane, too, and we both look forward to the blessed onset of snow.  She plants no white in her garden because winter provides it.  Don’t have many occasions to discuss gardening with somebody else obsessed by it.  Fun.

Kate has really done a knockout job on the orchard.  We’ll have it in tip-top third growing season form before the end of August with mulched paths, new plants for the guilds and mulch on the mounds around the trees.

Finally back to resistance work and it feels good.  I need to get stronger, both for personal stability reasons and for ability to do the gardening tasks I want to do.  Bee keeping requires strength with full honey supers at 50 pounds and honey laden hive boxes heavier than that.

Got a tour together for the Camp Fire girls tomorrow.  We’re going to look at how artists have represented women and women artists:  Woman of La Mouth (20,000 years old), Lady Teshat (the mummy), a japanese dancers garment from the Noh theatre called a choken, a Japanese woodblock print showing beautiful women, the Lakota fancy dress, the MAEP’s gallery with women artists and finally, if we have time, the clay and wood gallery, all by women artists.  Should be fun, too.

Worth Seeing. Again.

Lughnasa                                          Waning Grandchildren Moon

Saw Ran yesterday.  The film’s remastering did not make it as crisp as I imagined, but it was good.  The storyline is similar, though not identical to Lear.

The lead character, the Lear equivalent, is Lord Hidetora, the terror of the Azusa plain in yesteryear, now old and wanting to lay down his reign.  He chooses his eldest son, Taro to replace him.  Primogenitor lies at the heart of many classic tales and Ran shares this theme with Lear and the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.  Why?  Well, passing over the eldest son created an automatic schism based on traditional expectations.  Choosing the eldest son, however, is not a meritocratic approach and can yield, as it does in Ran, a weak leader at the top.  Result?  The same as the other option.  Oh, well.  You’d think they’d figure this out.

Hidetora finds Taro and Jiro, his eldest two sons, unwilling to have him in their homes, spurred on by Lady Kaeda, the scheming and heartbroken daughter born in Hidetora’s first castle to the father and mother he killed in taking it.  Her scheming drives the movies plot dynamics as male pawns shove soldiers around the chessboard in response to her plans.

I said she was an evil woman.  Sheila said, no, she was avenging her family.  Not exclusive ideas.  Yes, she avenged her family with the tools she had available to her, sex and inside knowledge of power politics, but that doesn’t excuse her from judgment.  You could say, in fact, that Hidetora, Jiro, Taro and Lady Kaede were all evil in their way, while the third son, Saburo, who plays Cordelia to Jiro and Taro’s Goneril and Regan, dies an innocent, loyal to his father.  The quadrumvirate hacked and murdered and intrigued their way to power.  They died, each of them, as a direct result of their behavior and, in turn, killed the only filial child.

This is a movie about power, violence, loyalty, existentialism, group and family honor and angst.

Here is a key moment, early in the movie, with Saburo speaking to his father, Lord Hidetora:

Sabour:  What kind of world do we live
in?

One barren of loyalty and
feeling.

Hidetora:  I'm aware of that.

Saburo:  So you should be!

You spilled an ocean of blood.

You showed no mercy, no pity.

We too are children
of this age...

weaned on strife and chaos.

We are your sons,
yet you count on our fidelity.

In my eyes,
that makes you a fool.

Later, the Jester says:  Man is born crying.

When he's cried enough, he dies.

Later:

Hidetora:  I'm lost.

Jester:  Such is the human condition.

Hidetora:  This path...

I remember...

We came this way before.

Men always travel the same road.

Ran

Lughnasa                                      Waning Grandchildren Moon

Got too much sun.  A bit woozy this afternoon.  Us fair-skinned Celtic types can’t stand much of our nearest star and I exceeded my dose.

Going to see Ran this afternoon in Edina.  Akira Kurosawa’s Lear. I haven’t seen it, though I’ve seen many of his others.  This is a remastered edition supposed to be in spectacular shape.  Afterward we will eat at Raku, a new Japanese place in Edina, with Matt Welch, curator of things Japanese and head of curators at the museum.  Matt is a great communicator and educator so it should be a fun evening.