Tuesday, April 30, 2024

Poem: False Wing

 

False Wing

 

wind kicks, hurts, to box my head, taunts,

impossible to tame;

breaks out of the jail of my will,

ever since the genesis of this fear.

such a sorrowful skull’s failure

to imprison what eroded the loft of delight.

dents of sun scatter, diffusive to ingress.

my entreaties swing stale,

feckless among the heretical howls,

such is the Prospero of my pride,

hunkered as a gargoyle, pitted and pilloried

by the lash of whirled glares, this wind

that bucked the saddle soon after i laughed to decree

how far and high my ingenuity could matter.

it worries me everywhere,

gnawsome of solar canines--

such an indescribable lack-of-shadow.

goosebumps shudder my muscles,

remind me i assumed false wing,

when young brash mastery

succumbed to feathery ride.



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Friday, April 26, 2024

Poem: Abused Child Describes Their Driveway (warning: triggering poem)

 

Abused Child Describes Their Driveway

 

the crushed rock has every face

you never want to see, dislocations

and furies of the damned,

all crowded together and yet so alone,

ignored and caught

under the daily dull of black wheels,

a sisyphus plod which they are forced to watch

from their mass grave. 

 

how silently i imagine they horselaugh

in permanent extreme sobs,

these sterile broken bits of stone

who jumble in criss-crossing creases

of chin, nose, cheek, lip, brow,

noon’s hottest heat without warmth,

nude without love, no love

for these limbless lopsided disgusting brains.

 

how long before the wind whittles them down

or rain chokes them

or earth grinds them slowly to feed some fire?

they’re such a punching bag for anything that moves.

ants piss on them.  leaves gag them.  shoes crunch.

there’s a garter snake that comes out sometimes,

all oozy to flex across and stretch, easy and fat,

glistening and bloated on their useless rage.

 

 

 

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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

Op-ed: Godlike Technology Requires Democracy

 

Godlike technology requires democracy

 

Maybe every generation, throughout human history, has seen itself as embroiled with some myth-worthy foe, fighting for ultimate survival.  I suppose I would be remiss if I didn’t join the herd.  That said, in our times, there is a super-salient difference:  large-scale war will wipe us all out.  Today, we’re mortally interconnected.  The way things are going, full steam ahead, to use an outdated idiom still in use though things are changing so fast, we will have quite a menu of choices to exterminate our headlong species:  not only nuclear, but also biological, robot, quantum, or nano-conducted. 

 

How are we going to manage the vastly powerful tech, godlike really, that has and will come our way?  Quite soon, in a tick on the anthropological clock, let alone anything cosmic, humanity will have powers never imagined, just as you and I witness powers never imagined by recent generations.   Again, for imperative emphasis:  How are we going to manage these godlike powers?  It’s not just about the collapse of a nation state or even an empire anymore.  We’re talking the fate of humanity and the Earth itself.

 

As it stands, in our current woeful state, there are only two possible paths.  One is clearly dark.  The other is our only hope for planetary flourishing, even a paradise.

 

The first path available is fascism.  This is a strategy to maintain and expand power, centered on a cultish, charismatic dictator.  Think abusive control-freak husband whose wife is the entire population of a country.

 

History has suffered plenty of these malign egocentric thugs.  They consider themselves gods.  Misnomered as ‘strongmen,’ they are parasites, assailants with bottomless holes for hearts who ramp up their recklessness like drug addicts urgent to outrun a mounting physiological tolerance.  They suck up wealth and attention at everyone else’s expense.  Finally, in an unbridled fit of poor impulse control, it all goes over a lemming cliff.  Two words:  Napoleonic Wars.

 

Loosely, this is a continuation of what has pretty much always been.  It started with a bureaucratic theocracy in ancient Sumer (‘I am your God King!’) and paired with the upper body strength of war-bred masculinity.  This deadly duo has led to thousands of years of slaughterous chaos.  Fast-forward to where we are today:  macho egos who seek monuments and pinnacles while they bully the rest of us with might-makes-right. 

 

The Earth is flat.  The sky is red.  The election was stolen.  Bow down before me and embrace my beliefs and commands as your reality.  This is the loyalty test.  Pass it or suffer.

 

Let me play Cassandra for a moment, and state the far-too-obvious:  fascism, its primitive level of ethics tech, will take us into WWIII.    I say ‘ethics tech’ because ethics is a technology capable of advancing like any other tech. 

 

The only chance to advance our ethics tech, enough to properly manage our godlike powers, is democracy.  Adaptive and reasonable, a healthy democracy dares to face empirical truths (gasp).  One of these is that all sorts of humans are, well, human.  Humans think, feel and accomplish.  This has been quite a shock to over ten thousand years of god kings, superior races, males-should-lead, gays-as-evil, and so on.

 

Ten thousand years of this sludge.  Many generations in succession have passed down the curse.  The acculturative trap is deviously woven into social life at all moments and stages, effectuating an almost guaranteed trojan horse.  As soon as I was born, maybe before, I was being molded by this darkness.  You, as well.

 

Can we escape the acculturative trap?   We already have in part.  Women’s rights.  Gay Marriage.  Earth awareness.  Anti-slavery.  The very existence of human rights.  Without these huge, startling advances becoming more and more the norm, we are going to perish.  Control-freak narcissists will wither our souls into utter obeisance, then slay the whole species in a bellicose coup de grace.

 

Do you think world dictators will hesitate, when it becomes  practical, to put, let’s call it a ‘monitor & discipline’ chip, into the human brain?  When robot police and armies are economical and efficient to manufacture, assembled by other robots, do you think the dictators will wait a moment to put them on every street corner?  Better yet, why not a mandated ‘robot friend’ in every household?  Don’t worry, they can see through walls and hear the slightest whisper to better protect you …

 

Dictators want everyone to be thinking about them all the time.  They want puppet-applause and conspicuous approbation.  Guess what’s going to happen when they can ensure it by employing oppressive, omnipresent persistent surveillance?   I did that on purpose.  OOPS!

 

We have to plan now for the future of humanity and Earth.  Failure to advance our ethics tech means that we will be trapped, constricted more and more, as science allows greater control of body and brain.  This is a pivotal blip in time on which all future blips depend.  Choose democracy.  Make it our gift to the future.  A potential paradise or hell awaits our decision.

 

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Sunday, April 21, 2024

Poem: Late Hike

 

Late Hike

 

ants of sweat trek down my wrists.

cars flee quickly by, the pursuits of shiny colors.

a brushfire-sooted foothill, devonian of rictus,

gawks from the granite taffy-machine of time.

 

no mercy from young heatstroke.

this valley in the sky

orbits a bright black hole reeling with vultures.

torpid chameleons disguised as dunes

shuffle a stash of stone tablets over my leathery feet,

and they maunder:

 

“where are the laws? 

where are the ezekiels and daniels?

where are the lamentations

and ecclesiastes?”

 

 lost.  irreparable.

even sidewinders lose purchase in this cauldron,

simmery bubbles of sunset, ladles of shadow,

roiling in illimitable heat, 

a recipe of long sacrificed creatures,

jambalaya of sustenance and hunger, god and devil,

all answers, knowledge and code

gone to broth.

 




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Took lots of hikes in my 20s and 30s, many outside of the San Fernando Valley.  Santa Susannas.  Santa Monicas.  San Gabriels.  Verdugos.  Even a simple canyon annihlates the urban.  Such as Tujunga.  Sometimes the trail died and I relied on a compass, or my familiarity with the land--and its familiarity with me.

Friday, April 19, 2024

Poem: Whispery

 

Whispery

 

collected

into the urn of my lungs,

you become dust expunged by breath,

a canopic bloom,

 

uncertain

on a tightrope of hardbitten bluff,

then out over the sea,

 

vagrant on crumbling crests to sail,

masts of driftwood

scattered and shorn.

 

maybe some gruff isle awaits

where

cinders snuffed you sift stubborn sand,

 

endure its amorphous indifference,

and hear the distant drum and chant

of  my heartbeat--

 

not to say your name a final time

but rather over and over,

until meaning slakes,

 

and you thus whispery of wind:

vast yet forgotten,

always present yet no.





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Tuesday, April 16, 2024

Poem: Birches in Shadow

 

Birches in Shadow

 

silver-vert licorice

so fine it snares

a few twinkles of platinum,

cowl of branches,

bulbous with dusk,

mages, tatterdemalions

scrolled in the bark,

redolent and obvious

of insubstantial absinthe,

seductors bound

to haunt ivory cinders,

neither burnt nor regal,

draping love’s bones.





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Saturday, April 13, 2024

Potential Final Statement

 Potential Final Statement

As I write this, Iran has launched drones toward Israel, a giant escalation.  It is possible the whole region will enflame.  We can see where this will potentially go.  The next step is the US stepping in to help Israel, and that could bring in Russia, and then you have nuclear weapons on both sides of the conflict.  Iran, too, is rushing to develop nuclear weapons. 

If a single nuclear weapon launches, it will shake history and civilization.  By this I mean it will threaten their existence.

How did we get here?  The simplest answer is stupidity.  If you look at World War I and how it led to World War II, you see not only needless misery on a vast scale but also collapse of the ruling empires.  We seem to have learned nothing from this. 

Stupidity.

This leads to the second answer to ‘How did we get here?’  The answer is hate, fear and ignorance.  This triad is used by fascist dictators.  Such dictators marshal a cult-like following, which allows them to rise up and control entire nations.  To form a cult of hate they need scapegoats.  Inevitably, this includes vulnerable ethnicities and immigrants.  These are seen as subhuman:  wicked, filthy, dirty, infectious.  The dictators use demagoguery.  Skill at rhetoric misused to circumvent the cult-like followers’ reason.  It turns their irrational fury into a weapon of might-makes-right.

Stupidity.  Ignorance.  Fear and hate. 

A third answer is machismo.  This is currently the global standard of masculinity.  Boys are raised to bury tender emotions, resulting in poor psychological awareness and skills.  They are trained to see their worth as based on their ability to rise up a competitive hierarchy of other males, one that focuses on beating others down, fighting and violence.  A related and important factor is patriarchy:  macho males have ruled civilization since its beginning, for over 12000 years.  Women are seen as inferior.  LGBTQ is often seen as outrightly evil.


There is a now a fancy name for the crippled emotional expression related to masculine acculturation:  


Normative Male Alexithymia

  

Stupidity.  Ignorance.  Fear and hate.  Machismo.  Patriarchy.

Relate the above factors to the middle east.  You have Benjamin Netanyahu, a fascist dictator in Israel, who responded to a hate-fueled attack by Hamas, the terrorist government in Gaza (fascist patriarchy), by launching a hate-fueled genocide of the Gazan people. 

The Hamas attack occurred over a single day, a surprise attack, breaking through the security fences that wall off Gaza (Gaza has long suffered an apartheid, physically walled off and in many other ways controlled by Israel).  In a rage of hate by Hamas, about 1500 Israelis were tortured, killed, raped and, as well, 200 hostages were taken. 

Israel’s response so far:  80% of the people of Gaza displaced, over two million souls, their lands burned and razed.  They are currently in famine, suffer epidemics, chronic lack of electricity, water and internet, 33,000 dead and climbing, mostly women and children.  Hospitals reduced to rubble.  On and on.  This is ongoing.  More wickedness daily, more Gazan deaths.

The world looks at the ongoing Israeli genocide in vast horror and disgust.  It is Netanyahu’s vision, this infliction of hate.  He even quoted a genocidal passage from the Bible:  1 Samuel 5:13. 

And what of the United States?  Joe Biden, President, in his vast wisdom (stupidity) continues to supply Israel weapons for the ongoing genocide. 

Hamas acted in hate, killing, raping, and torturing.  Israel upped the magnitude of infliction to carry out an ongoing genocide of the whole region. 

The United States added a global superpower’s backing to the genocide.  This has infuriated people across the globe.

Hate upon hate upon hate ... 

In a way, it centers on Netanyahu.  For many years he has clung to power at all costs, wanting to avoid the felony criminal charges potentially waiting for him if he leaves office.  He was giving money to Hamas through Qatar to buy weapons.  Think about that.

Why?  A stronger, scarier Hamas means peace never comes and so there is more fear for the fascist dictator to stoke in Israel.  It may by now be obvious, but let me add this:  such dictators have no conscience.  They will do anything to maintain and increase their power.  They have no guilt, no shame.

This type of narcissistic psychopathic leader rises up all the time.  People bow down like sheep, offering their souls to them.  The acculturation of machismo makes it easier.  Insecure males seek security in a leader who tells them they are superior to women, to LGBTQ, to foreigners, to anyone else.  They are taught to revel in the thrill of being the bullies and expecting privilege.

Not so long ago, democracy arrived on the stage.  It has been something new in history.  An outlier, yes, but also a chance.  A hope.  A prayer.  A way to maybe escape the ancient cycle:

Stupidity.  Ignorance.  Fear and hate.  Machismo.  Patriarchy.

And yet, tonight may be my last blog post.  Nuclear war could erupt at any time.  The possibility is real.  The war in the middle east is expanding.  

I will leave this as my potential final statement.  My epitaph.  Maybe it will mean something somewhere, somehow, someday to somebody. Do not go down our path.  It is doom:

Stupidity.  Ignorance.  Fear and hate.  Machismo.  Patriarchy.



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Friday, April 12, 2024

Poem: Reagan Era

 

Reagan Era

 

amid the race to build seventy thousand atomic bombs,

during the reign of the izod alligator polo logo,

when feelings

expressed in silicon babbled from the retinas of video store screens,

a child roamed.

 

a gnat in galumphs of hydrocarbonal rhinos, this child,

squirted from the White culture syringe,

endured a delirium tremens of lonely withdrawal

while consumers caffeinated on narcotic prestige

in lanes of shopping pablum zoomed.

 

such a wealthy country this child lived in,

where all the awful drugs came from other countries,

bad places where filthy gangs beat the doglike citizens

and forced them to make the drugs.

 

this child, this casualty of twig-thin, fashion-starved hornets,

who bore the parting aorta-injected

sting of the poisonous orgasmic vogue, over and over

and over and over and over and over

until convulsing from the grip

dissolved into video games that found only a bouncing dot to admire.


this child.

 

in the next room

a mother baptized her fluorescent babe in a pool of Bugs Bunny;

and this child, with a lonely quick sob,

realized that honesty died weak,

viciously slaughtering and similarly slain,

no more invincible than this kingdom would be,

sown with its bloody showy shallow coins.


 

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Monday, April 8, 2024

Honorable Mention for my poem "Late March"

Someone has informed me that my poem "Late March" won an honorable mention in the Eastport Arts Center's inagural Charles Moore Poetry Prize Competition.   I posted this poem before, wrongly claming that it did not receive any remark: 

https://owlwholaughs.blogspot.com/2023/08/poem-late-march.html

I worked hard to craft this poem, including some underappreciated verbs.  The competition was judged by nationally known poet Heather McHugh.  Seeing as how I haven't submitted any poems anywhere, for years, except to this local Competition, I am happy to get some positive feedback, so to speak.

A big thank you to the Eastport Arts Center for being, well, yes, a center of art--and literature--in the Down East region.  Here's a link to the Competition annuoncement:

https://eastportartscenter.org/2023/09/poetry-prizes-presented-at-eac/


Owl


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Sunday, April 7, 2024

Poem: Coffin Nails

 

Coffin Nails

 

a chain gang of creatures

that never made it to the Ark,

sins not cleansed in the Flood,

raspy dinghies of thought and air,

 

each launched

from the phlegm-dock of the last,

rising on smoke rings of foreclosed death,

born to grapple and die

in wispy tentacle embers.

 

this shadow broth 

of poisonous gas mimes slow,

imps of twist which screw and strangle to cinch,

their incense rooty and frayed,

kelp-like brianchiae

splayed and left by dried out lungs.

 

another camel, another winston, another marlboro,

gone,

burned as the brief high of Icarus,

hissed from a pyre of puckered lips,

of rattle and ooze,

of torpid gestures from an old thrillseeker,

now a prophecy of throat.




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My grandmother was a chain smoker.  Constant clouds of smoke.

Friday, April 5, 2024

Toxic Peace in Every Step? Thich Nhat Hanh's flawed perspective on anger

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Toxic Peace in Every Step?  Thich Nhat Hanh’s flawed perspective on anger

Peace in Every Step (PES) is a classic book on mindfulness.  However, there are serious flaws in its ranking and treatment of psychological states.  Before I get into that, I want to underscore the brilliance and insight of the book, which introduced many people to the practice of meditation.

The first paragraph starts this way:

Every morning, when we wake up, we have twenty four brand-new hours to live. What a precious gift! We have the capacity to live in a way that these twenty four hours will bring peace, joy, and happiness to ourselves and others. [1]


Meditation has greatly increased my own appreciation of the miracle of life.  One moment occurred while I was simply washing dishes.  Standing at the sink, in the midst of my routine, I realized that I was carrying a lot of tension in my mouth.  It may sound absurd to those whose body sense was never so badly repressed, but for me it was a big deal, a ray of sun in a place of blindness.

Hanh’s clear and beautiful writing introduces a tremendous gift to the uninitiated:  the skill of mindful practice.  And yet his specific descriptions and prescriptions falter in the forest of human complexity.  Perhaps this is nowhere more clear than in his extensive discussion of anger.


Hanh On Anger

 Hanh employs a conglomerate of metaphors, analogies and stories to describe anger.  This is a wise way to go, but the various symbolisms greatly conflict, which calls for further explanation.  Hanh never clarifies.  Instead, he speaks in the singular generic, as if there is only one kind of anger, to be dealt with in one way.

Sometimes, he describes anger with brutal disparagement, even as horrific.  Maybe the most striking description occurs in the section titled Mindfulness of Anger:

 When someone is angry, we can see clearly that he or she is abiding in hell. Anger and hatred are the materials from which hell is made. A mind without anger is cool, fresh, and sane. The absence of anger is the basis of real happiness, the basis of love and compassion.

 

In another section, Hanh describes anger as a burning house, which needs to be put out first, before you go looking for the arsonist (the person who mistreated you).

 Anger can also be a psychological restraint, as when Hanh discusses it in terms of “knots.”  There are, though, more gentle descriptions.  One theme is that anger has the potential to transform into something “wholesome.”  In this sense, anger is like compost from which a garden can blossom.   Elaborating on this, Hanh likens the mindful practice to the sun, providing energy for the garden that arises from the compost.  Sometimes he shifts the analogy a little and contrasts two kinds of seeds:  “seeds of anger” as opposed to “healthy, wholesome seeds.” 

 The most divergent section represents anger as a younger sister who is in need of management:

Our awareness of our anger does not suppress it or drive it out. It just looks after it. This is a very important principle. Mindfulness is not a judge. It is more like an older sister looking after and comforting her younger sister in an affectionate and caring way.

 

Working with themes of compost and gardening, as well as the symbol of a younger sister, Hanh promotes the idea that wonderful things can grow from anger, if it is allowed to "transform" itself properly.  This also occurs in his ‘raw potatoes’ analogy.  The analogy includes a pot with a lid over a fire:

 The fire is mindfulness, the practice of breathing consciously and focusing on our anger. The lid symbolizes our concentration, because it prevents the heat from going out of the pot … After half an hour, we know that we can eat our potatoes now. Anger has been transformed into another kind of energy—understanding and compassion.

 

Hanh’s method for dealing with anger

 As we see from the above, Hanh’s way to approach anger is to “transform [it … ] into something more wholesome.” The way to do this is to “observe it with love and attention,” that is, mindfully.  By doing so, the anger is replaced by something totally different.  

It is also important to get to the root causes of our anger.  Here Hanh shifts to the metaphor of anger itself as a flower, yet one from which we must free ourselves:

Mindfulness, if practiced continuously, will provide a kind of transformation within the flower of our anger, and it will open and show us its own nature. When we understand the nature, the roots, of our anger, we will be freed from it. 

Dealing with anger, then, is a process of gaining knowledge:

Anger is rooted in our lack of understanding of ourselves and of the causes, deep-seated as well as immediate, that brought about this unpleasant state of affairs.

 

Problems with Hanh’s view

I agree with Hanh that mindful meditation can help us with difficult emotions, and that we should not run away from anger but instead validate it.  Hanh, though, misconstrues the nature of anger.  He demeans the emotion and the source.  I say ‘source’ because anger can be seen as coming from intelligence as, say, from a spirit guide, an archetype, or one’s conscience. 

There is an old cartoon, and I am dating myself here, where a character is tempted by a devilkin siting on one shoulder, while being scolded by an angel in the other.

A quick web search reveals that Disney is still using this fanciful chesnut:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmOc4GLq8xM

I say more about the importance of this in the sections below.

 

There are many kinds of anger

By avoiding direct acknowledgement of different kinds of anger, Hanh buries important questions.  Here are some:

Are some forms of anger normal, healthy expressions (not simply abiding in hell)?

Is anger a blind force (a burning house, compost …) or can it be a source of wisdom in itself?

Is anger ever right? Can it be urging us to do the right thing in the right way?

Can anger, in itself, be liberatory? (as opposed to a restraint or knot)

Can anger be a muse?

Can anger and other emotions, such as joy, co-exist?

Can you love someone and be angry with them at the same time? 

Can anger be an evaluative judgement, a kind of thought?

 

This last question derives from the work of one of the greatest philosophers of the 20th century, Martha Nussbaum.  Her paper, “Emotions as Judgments of Value and Importance” is a classic that jumpstarted the discipline of psychological philosophy.  She argues that some expressions of emotion, including anger, are not blind and irrational; rather, they are essential aspects of moral reasoning itself.

Importantly, anger of this sort is a kind of thought.  Nussbaum discusses this most fully in her book, Upheavals of Thought.

Nussbaum acknowledges, of course, that some expressions of anger can be dumb, blind or destructive.  But not always.  As an evaluative judgement, anger can be reasonable and wise. 


Hanh versus common sense 

Hanh doesn’t address most of the questions listed above.  When he does, his answers conflict with experience.  Most of us think we can love someone and be angry with them at the same time.

Hanh, however, writes, “Understanding and love are not two things, but just one … When you understand, you cannot help but love.  You cannot get angry.”

It also follows from his stance that if we do not understand someone, it is not possible for us to love them. 

These conclusions chafe against daily life.  We shake our heads at the eccentric, annoying behaviors of our loved ones; and yet we love them anyway. [2]

In succinct retort to the idea that love requires understanding, I hereby state that, yes, I love my cat.

 

Hanh’s own parable works against him

 Common sense boggles at Hanh’s own parable in PES.  He tells the story of a boy who wakes up his younger sister, so she can prepare for the coming day.  She gets “grumpy” with him for waking her up, which in turn causes him to get mad.  The boy, however, remembers that his sister had a cold the night before.  Voila, suddenly he is no longer mad.  The boy’s understanding, Hanh claims, transforms the anger into something else.  It is gone.  It is eliminated.  In fact, it cannot coexist with the understanding:

At that moment, he understands, and he is not angry at all anymore.  When you understand, you cannot help but love.  You cannot get angry.

 To all you parents out there:  do you think the boy would not be mad with his “grumpy” sister, after remembering that she has a cold?  For myself, I'd say possibly.  But possibly not.

Hanh might emphasize that the boy is not just remembering.  He is 'understanding.'  And once you understand, in love and peace, that your sister had a cold, it means your anger must dissipate.  This sounds great, but in terms of argument, it assumes what it is trying to prove.  In philosophy, this is called 'begging the question.'

Love transforms anger? 

From a common sense perspective, the boy might well continue to be mad at his sister, despite acknowledging her woes, or even feeling sorry for her.  Switch up the situation a little:  a parent frustrated, ready to pull their hair out, at the behavior of their child.  Children can be incredibly draining and foot-stomping.  Sure, the parent gets why the child is mad (say, potty training); and yet they are still frustrated--while still deeply bonded with the child all the while, including compassion.   

Hanh, again, says this is impossible.  If there is anger, you do not love.   But simple experience controverts him.  Daily life provides a reductio ad absurdum of his prescription.  


Anger as a second-class citizen 

Is anger like living in hell?  Or compost?  Or a younger sister?  Or raw potatoes?  Or dark seeds?  Generally, we might think of a murderer as living in hell, whereas a rankled spouse might be in the ‘raw potatoes’ camp.  Hanh, though, writes as if there is only one generic sort of anger.  Maybe he takes this approach due to the common themes that run through his various metaphors:

(a)  Anger is a lesser, intermediate or immature state

(b) Anger is to be observed and contained to transform (eliminate) it

(c) Anger impedes the way to something better 

(d) Anger is not encouraged as an end in itself

(e) Anger is the enemy of self-control

(f) Anger is unpleasant to experience

(g) Anger is to be kept at a distance (observed)

(h) Anger and love are incompatible

(i) Anger involves a state of ignorance 

 

Developing a counter narrative

The above criteria apply in some cases.  And yet not always.   Hanh’s attempt to cram all manifestations of anger into one box leads to rips and tears.  Some expressions of anger simply don’t fit his model. 

To make this point, I develop a counter narrative below.  The starting point is Nussbaum’s idea of anger as an evaluative judgement, an expression of moral reasoning.  Evaluative judgements can be wise.  They can be cathartic and bring new insights.  They can foster positive expression, including art and writing. 

Substitute “evaluative judgement" for “Anger” in (a) through (i).  If you do, those criteria are revealed as much more shaky.  Is an evaluative judgement the enemy of self-control? (criterion (e))

Perhaps, yes.  Judgements can be biased, for sure.  But we can now see, thanks to Nussbaum, that anger, in its role as a kind of judgement, might be something that draws from the wisdom of the heart; it can thereby help us to maintain self-control. 

The counter narrative below spells out a case where anger, properly respected and expressed, is cathartic.  It is somewhat akin to a pressure dynamism that maintains a health balance of expression.  Not so much a homeostasis, everything the same, but seeking the Golden Optimal in every moment.  

Remember, Nussbaum specifically analyzes anger in her work, including passionate forms, such as those related to grief.  In any case, when you insert ‘evaluative judgement’ into (a)-(i), the failure of those criteria to respect anger’s versatility and message becomes manifest.

 

The counter narrative

Consider a college student, Ms. X, who takes an oppression-studies course.  She learns that women have typically been acculturated to ‘bury their anger.’  Women are supposed to ‘keep on smiling.'  Traditional virtues for women and girls include those of Aristotle, the ‘Great Philosopher,’ who assigned them obedience and silence.  Such ‘virtues’ transition into the Christian tradition, which includes a wedding vow to obey.  Even today, the Southern Baptist Church expects women to obey their husbands and male leaders.

This knowledge leads Ms. X to realize that she has been expected, all her life, by her family and community, to bury her anger and to smile instead. She has a breakthrough:  not only is it okay for her to feel anger, but she can and should express it.  She joins a women’s protest for abortion rights and is thrilled to find that other protestors embrace their anger as well.  They even have a method:  to channel a blend of catharsis and anger into effective action, a 'Golden Optimal.'  Ms. X feels joyous as she marches along forcefully, speaking out, chanting at times.  This is a new kind of freedom. The freedom to feel and, as a result, to learn, analyze and question.  As a writer, she draws on her outrage and finds a wellspring of inspiration and wisdom.   

One of her professors called the famous writer Adrienne Rich "a poet of towering rage [actual description]".  This had baffled her at the time, but now she gets it. 


In summary 

Hanh’s view of emotion as an inferior state to be corrected by understanding is quite traditional.  Plato held a similar view.  In The Republic, Plato employs the metaphor of a chariot with two horses.  One of those horses, the black, unruly horse, is emotion.  The other horse, the white one, is willpower.  The driver of the chariot represents objective, detached reason.  Reason and willpower work together to keep emotion in line, and so the chariot travels true.

Hanh, too, sees anger as something that needs shepherding by a superior state.  Unlike Plato, however, who seeks to harness the emotion, Hanh seeks its elimination.  For both thinkers, emotion is inferior to something better:  a detached state of reason and understanding.

Emotion as inferior.  This has been the sanctioned view of patriarchy for thousands of years and, not surprisingly, women have been associated with emotion.  Woman have been seen as unruly creatures in need of guidance by rational males.  As late as the 1930s, Sigmund Freud was arguing from the loftiest levels of academia that women’s moral faculty was inferior to men’s.  This continued on as the main theme in canonical psychology, at least until the 1980’s, when Carol Gilligan’s In a Different Voice disputed it, empirically demonstrating that moral reasoning can proceed, not simply by detached reductive logic, but instead through a narrative, holistic consideration of unique contextual relationships.  In such ‘over determined’ contexts, that is, the normal flow of daily life, emotions serve well as a guide.

Today, the ancient bifurcations (women/men, emotion/reason) have started to crumble.  Research has revealed the cognitive depth and creative verve of the "negative emotions.”  One  article has a section called, “Embrace Your Anger.”  It starts like this:

Many of us have been taught to push away our so-called negative emotions and focus on the positive. But experts say that being relentlessly positive and leaning on happy platitudes, also known as “toxic positivity,” can harm us.” [3]

Yes, talk of peace and love can be toxic.  But not always.  Sound familiar? 

Both anger and love are multifaceted.  It is not an all-good or all-bad thing.   A person’s ways to express and manage their emotions can be generally positive and healthy, but still need some fine-tuning.  None of us ever reaches perfection. 

It is a mistake to demean anger as Hanh does, labeling it as inferior and stuffing it into a traditional bifurcation, lower in a mental hierarchy than reason and understanding.  We need to transcend this model.  Global society desperately needs new ways of thinking, including basic skills in psychology.  Women are breaking out of the box assigned to them.  The psychic wound inflicted by machismo, on the other hand, still rules the world and perilously threatens us with WWIII. 

 A solution would be to foster a culture where boys learn healthy ways to embrace their vulnerable and caring feelings, instead of repressing them.  Boys and girls alike (and other genders, too) need instruction on healthy ways to dance with the powerful mentalities of anger. 

 

 

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Footnotes

 

(1)  All quotes from PES come from the following source.  To find the passages quoted in the essay, simply go to the source and do a word search (ctrl+f):

https://terebess.hu/zen/mesterek/Thich%20Nhat%20Hanh%20-%20Peace%20Is%20Every%20Step.pdf

(2)  This is tangential, but Martin Luther King Jr. was asked how it was possible to love racists while being hated and attacked by them.  He said you should love them in the higher sense of agape, even though you don’t like them. 

(3)  See the following articles.  Feminists have been saying similar things for decades 

Don’t Shut Down Your Anger. Channel It

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/11/02/well/mind/anger-benefit-motivation-goals.html


Lean Into Negative Emotions. It’s the Healthy Thing to Do

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/04/21/well/mind/negative-emotions-mental-health.html

 

 

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