Sunday, July 28, 2019

Lotus with Eco Thoughts


Project Statement:

Lotus with Eco Thoughts

The Lotus Flower is a metaphor for the propagation of seeds of enlightenment. As this display chants Nam Myoho Renge Kyo, it invites us to join in and summon what already exists within ourselves in this present moment: a supreme life state of boundless courage, wisdom, and compassion. An assemblage of salvaged materials, Lotus with Eco Thoughts critiques mindless consumerism. Its repurposed composition reflects the  Buddhist axiom of turning one’s poison into medicine, our societal discards into agents of hopeful change. Interspersed with daimoku, eco hop verses, and aqueous sounds of tranquility, this piece hopes to stir our spirit while providing subtle doses of medicine to integrate new information. Champion of world peace and president of the Soka Gakkai, Daisaku Ikeda says “Knowledge alone cannot give rise to value. It is only when knowledge is guided by wisdom that value is created.”


Personal Statement

I am a graduate student in the Environmental Studies department. I believe that each individual has a storehouse of treasure and potential within. While earth--and the eco-social havoc we wreak on Them--are undoubtedly material, where non, low income, and minority human beings are disproportionately impacted by material scarcity and environmental toxicity, ultimately our material problems are symptomatic of a deeper spiritual poverty of those that persists across a power gradient. My personal mission is to help humans see our interconnectedness, not just amongst other humans both near and far, but across species and landscapes. Through conscious consumerism, combined with a respect for life, we can allow each individual to mobilize around justice, equity, and environmental safeguarding. 

Texts -

The Buddha does not look down on living beings from up high. They lift them up to the same level as themself. She teaches them that they are all equally treasure towers worthy of supreme respect. This is the philosophy of the Lotus Sutra. It is true humanism.

Nam myoho renge kyo.

I am your worst nightmare that you despise and fetishize, unaware that you and I are one. I am not human. I am manimal. Dehumanize me. Because I am a beast. You can try to hunt and tame me. Repopulate and sustain me for your sport. Protect me. One day you will hang me above your dining room table, embalmed. Permanent. This body is just a vesicle for the inevitable. My feces fertilizes with microbes that de, I mean, recolonize your diabetic soils. The virus will spread through all the caged beasts shitting. Consume me. One bite. My parts will organize your molecules to open, revive. The dams choking your spirit will be broken, revive. We know one another. Recite. You fear yourself. You fear the future without yourself. Without me. Free the beasts, though the damage’s already done, we must now let the course run.  Earth is me, as is the sun. We are one, you and me. You are me. Carbon calls for a return to the sun. One light. The journey has just begun. 

Nam myoho renge kyo.

Does any one ever consider
how the word “litter” is inadequate?
Can we radically shift, how we think and how we have shit? 
Like, only after we consume the contents of a bag or bottle
do we see the discards of our products as problems
I stroll down the grocery lane 
rows of names try to seduce my brain
Tomorrow these goods will be exchanged for cash
And the next day they’ll be a buffet of trash.
Litter. I see no difference in trash in the landfill, the street or the ocean.
Even recycled synthetics break down in slow motion.
We create bounds of waste receptacles, where waste is then acceptable. 
Outside we complain but within it’s just the same, no?
A social fabrication. Trash bins normalize
the pace of waste creation.
On a weekly basis we purge to the lethal oasis.
Landfill. A mirage of removal,
did that Black community give its approval
to be dumped on with the whole county’s refusals.
Nah. 
An unsustainable, unjust model, that’s for certain. 
our consumption coddled, costs cloaked behind the curtain. 
You are the X factor. each one of us is needed, 
the best actors and agents to activate the seeds of,
You see zero waste is the way of life
Pre-industrial race, we walked lightly.
We left no trace, left no blight.
Every time we buy we can recall the dump site. 
Search for value, we can rewrite. 
Don’t be discouraged, there are hopeful solutions:
The most alluring of which is bulk distribution. Blessings.

Nam myoho renge kyo.

Materials - 

gatorade bottle
plastic container
cardboard
homemade glue - water, whole wheat flour, brown sugar
Living Buddhism magazine
metal produce wire 
SONY headphones
ZTE 831 cell phone
audio composed through garageband
audio recorded through cell phone
metal popcorn bowl - gong bell

Ode to an expansive Us & to communal refusal

the revolution starts with ingestion
a discerning mind to bring Our ascension 
dissolving disease, hypertension, depression
interdependent, without any question 

the revolution begins in the stomach
but raises the Mind to its peak like a summit
if surroundings define our defeat, we may plummet 
by grounding in Trees, there’s no need to be flummoxed

the revolution ignites with refusal
we’re bound to the Stuff that is bound to bamboozle 
it can’t decompose, does it have earth’s approval? 
discarding on mountains is not true removal

where does it go? let’s do a perusal
being Black and/or poor, without our approval
it might be next door, the county disposal
stopping the source requires refusal

toxins breed sickness and death all the more
a slow form of violence interlocks with our stores
how the plastic was made, first extracted off shore
refined into products, lines pockets. not yours 

this pattern repeats across modes of pollution
industrial ag, CAFO contributions, 
an oil-based culture leaves odd distributions 
of Toxic Waste by Race, read Bullard’s Invisible Houston 

plastic is drastic, it kills in our sleep
surrounding the package, the “foods” that we eat
preserved to last longer, withstanding the heat
and yes, even vegans fall into the cheat

I take problem when vegan is meeting convenience
and businesses “greening,” not giving us meaning
half of them team with the meats we’re demeaning, 
gleaning for profits with products in sheen

there’s no excuse for animal abuse
not tradition or taste buds or clothing we choose
the workers who slaughter, expendable too
undergoing the trauma to feed me and you 

there’s no undoing the amounts of refuse
not bags, nor bottles that choke like a noose. 
the air. a stench of sickening fumes
our dependence can only be fixed through reuse

plastic and meats have been braided together 
disposables fall on a spectrum of better 
Us, our existence contingent on “Tethereds”
animals, ourselves, caught up in the nether

like many before me, I question the human 
who fits the description? who gets the shoe-in? 
a project of power deriving exclusion
denying acumen to the Others, the Womb-an

in an era where Black-and-male means “criminal”
a sleeping giant wakes in the collective Black Minimal
withdrawing our dollars from all prison labor, 
boycotting pollution, and animal disfavor

the revolution requires utmost allegiance
not to the flag, but the land and her Beings 
transactions can bind us to bondage of regions
or liberate the planet, designing our Freedoms

by Christopher Allen Lang