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    Be Here Angry Now Paid Member

    As practitioners, we sometimes feel as if we must behave as diplomats for Buddhism, always acting gentle and not getting angry. Do you think Buddhists have more trouble expressing their anger than non-Buddhists? More »
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    Awakening to Anger Paid Member

    Lojong is usually translated as “mind training,” but “mind refining” is also an accurate description. In the Mahayana tradition, mind training doesn’t try to “deal” with the problem of anger. The whole Mahayana bent is on dealing with the present. Anger is the fastest and probably the most powerful reaction to the fear of not existing, of having your sense of self bashed by the opposition you’re facing. Mind training is about learning and knowing that you don’t exist the way you think you do. Anger ceases to arise because there’s nothing to defend. In anger, you destroy your relationship with whatever is threatening. But if you can stay present with the whole experience, you can circumvent anger. More »
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    from FUCK, YOU CANCER and other poems Paid Member

    NOI CAN’T STAND IT ANYMOREI CAN’T STAND IT ANYMOREPure explosion of rageBig bangPrimordial furyAtoms of angerExplodingStreaming out from chestLungsStreaming photonsLightYou don’t turn the lightOff in the bathroomCritical voiceYou don’t don’t don’t don’t don’tNO! STOP!I CAN’T STANDITNO - the great NoThe primordialNoI don’t want to stayI want to goooooYou don’t touch meYou don’t love meNoI scream yell shout belLowNoI don’t love youNOGreat NoPrimordial NoI don’t love you NoCosmic NoLet the lightGoooooFury spew forthPhooooo TonsBoiling starsMoltenBig BangBlinding flash of lightOut of darkest deepest NoA universeA childIsTornNooooooooIs born More »
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    A Streetcar in Your Stomach Paid Member

    Anger was carefully modulated in my family. As a small child, my supreme act of rage was to hurl my father’s toothbrush to the bottom of the carpeted stairs. For a long time, looking back, I saw this as a rather pathetically impotent gesture. But now I can see the power in that small act: for it involved the displacement, the desecration of something quite intimate. There was also a curse that had come down to me from the Russian greatgrandmother I never met: “A streetcar shall grow in your stomach!” When I shouted this at my friends in the heat of anger, they laughed at me: “Astrika? What’s astrika?” Now I can see the power in that seemingly ridiculous curse. A streetcar in the stomach. It was a curse of barrenness, no doubt—but here, too, a radical displacement: the inner invaded by something foreign, hard, metallic. More »
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    What To Do When The Anger Gets Hot Paid Member

    What makes me angry? That’s an interesting question. I don’t get angry. If you ask the monks and teachers who were with me in Tibet or India, I’m sort of known for not getting angry. I do get irritated sometimes. Especially being diabetic. If I explain something and people don’t understand and then I try my best to talk to them and they still don’t get it, then I get a nervousness within me, and I’m thinking, “What is the use of talking? I better shut up.” Or physically, I start sweating. Is it a diabetic effect—when the sugar is low—or is this really irritation? More »
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    Summer 1985 Paid Member

    The new neighbors were hidden from view by the spruce that covered the rise separating our properties. From behind the trees came the buzzing of saws, and the banging of nails. Through my kitchen window I watched their truck struggling up the steep incline toward the building site, weighted with lumber and gyp rock. Sometimes I watched them walking on the road. A man, a woman, a kid, a dog. More »