t.k. doesn't give too many public talks, so if you are interested in hearing him teach, they will be a great opportunity!
Right Livelihood ! The craft of bread with mindfulness and love. After a year of work the new bakery building is up and running with its beautiful oven imported from Italy. White Lotus Farms bakery will once again be producing top quality organic artisan bread.
Trinle Tsomo head baker and his two mighty cohorts Tupko and Chris; much love to you guys and grand new adventures in this marvelous bakery on sacred land.
80 people from around the world gathered this winter, the week of February 7, to receive Vajrayogini transmission and teachings that Major John Perks had requested from t.k. Mr. Perks brought Trungpa Rinpoche's riding boots as an offering. There was a removing the obstacles of the old year bon fire, tsog dances, endless wonderful intimate moments between t.k. and Johhny Perks and a ceaseless flow of teachings from t.k.
Twice a month, One Pause Poetry camera operator / video editing volunteers Clarissa & Clementine will go through the vaults of footage, introduce and share highlights from poets reading their work. This first installment features some outtakes from Ken Mikolowski reading at Metal in October of 2012.
When considering why the idea of poetry is sometimes alienating, I am reminded of Neil Gaiman's defense of comics: we value good drawing and good writing, but put them together, and suddenly it's an inferior art form. Poetry, it seems, skews to the other end of the aesthetic scale: we value evocative descriptions, and and we value storytelling, but make us step back and consider the language itself, and suddenly the words have been placed out of our reach: it's too hard, we're too stupid, the poet is trying to trick us, or is in on some poets-only joke.
Because it is humorously accessible, Ken Mikolowski's poetry is a great (re)introduction to the craft. In October 2012, Ken gave a reading as part of our One Pause Poetry series. The reading was held at a studio/workshop space called, appropriately enough, METAL—appropriate, because Ken's work strips poetry down to an elemental simplicity, as these three examples show.
His poems are deceptively bald and straightforward. But, is poetry allowed to be this "simple," or, heaven forbid, funny?! Well, why not? No, Ken's may not be the type of verse typically chosen to commemorate an event, but (and, yes, I do like Robert Frost), thank goodness, poetry isn't all roads diverged in a yellow wood.
Sometimes, especially in very short works such as these, the meaning of a poem lies in wait until the silence after the words, then there's a sensation like a pinprick, or a stray strand of hair falling across your forehead. "I am not now, nor have I ever been": take these tired words from the mouth of a crooked politician on trial in a television drama, and, instead, dangle them in front of an audience at a poetry reading: some new, humorous truth emerges. Just like when you take poetry out of the textbook, away from the ceremony, and plop it in an industrial art workspace—some fresh, new insight is born.
Ken doesn't trick you with his poems, beyond the usual tricks of humor and wit. They are efficient and open faced, even as they invite second and third considerations. At this sweet meet-and-greet, poetry bats its eyes and says, "Hello." And it's rather attractive. Yes, it's beautiful. Beautiful and with a sense of humor, too—that's an ideal combination.
— Clementine and Clarissa, One Pause Volunteers