Zinn is Dead

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Zinn is Dead

A dozen lies --
Does zen lie?
Surely not, it’s the point.
Zinn told us no less
in his eloquent realities,
zealous history -- beyond art.

We see it hear,
it listens and moans,
the sound: not “one hand
clapping” – no it’s simply
the stunned silence,
a mute monk sobbing

the yin and the yawn,
the wasted mediocre air
of koanless chants echoing
in a vast vacuum, nothing!
Zinn is listening, dead
for want of so much less.
 
 

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Bill DadaBill Dadaover 18 years ago
The Zinn is Dead

Long live the Zinn.

AnonymousAnonymousover 18 years ago
I'm in!

This is a wonderful poem. Count me in the fan club!

Flyguy

twelveoonetwelveoonealmost 19 years ago
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Oh most worthy

a laugh

may the small honour

of an H go with it

here is my small part