By Henry Blanke
The fact that Western Buddhism makes a virtue of anti-intellectualism has been well critiqued here by Glenn Wallis and others so I will make my remarks brief. Think of the banal platitudes of Thich Nhat Hanh (aka. Think Not Hanh). These are gobbled up by gullible X Buddhists as if they were new Sutras penned by a resurrected Buddha. Western Buddhism, perhaps Zen in particular, is experiencing a pandemic of mindlessness passing as some sort or wisdom.
My best friend Chris has lived a good chunk of his life in a Zen monastery in upstate New York. This is the place founded by Eido Shimano of sex scandle notoriety and now presided over by Shimano apologist Abbess Sherry Chayat. It is one of the oldest and most well established Zen monasteries in the country. Now Chris is one of the sweetest, kindest people I have ever come across. He offers a sympathetic ear and gentle counsel to anyone who asks. I send him many of my essays and poems and he responds with praise and encouragement. But his gentle criticism is almost always along the lines of “don’t complicate things. Keep it simple.” Especially with my more philosophical stuff, which I write in accessible everyday language, his comments don’t jibe with my intentions or the matters I wish to address. Responding to one of my pieces titled “Fragments and Reflections on Suffering, Revolution and Enlightenment,” he responded “your point gets lost. Maybe more direct.”
Chris is by no means stupid, but he insists on dumbing down his verbal and written expression. His gnomic Zen utterances mimic teachers from centuries ago and often come across as, well…dumb. Chris specializes in a kind of blandly noncommittal neutrality which insists on contortions so to always relate to others and see their side (Have you ever seen Tibetan monks in fierce dialectical debate? They try to aggressively best their opponents and their points of argumentation are punctuated by sharp hand claps.) This especially irritates me when we discuss political matters. If Chris tells me one more time to empathize with Trump or that billionaires suffer like everyone, I will yank his rakasu and slap his shaved head.
A lifestyle of frugality and relative austerity may not be my cup of chai, but for Buddha’s sake Chris, indulge a little. For my part I enjoy a fine meal followed by a fat cigar and cognac. And God knows I revel in a woman’s voluptuousness. My motto is everything in moderation including moderation. But this is a digression. My point here is that fetishizing simplicity and making a virtue of willful ignorance and passive-aggressive see-the-other sideism leads to a bland uncritical acquiescence rendering one incapable of hard critical thinking or challenging the powerful ideologies of our unjust and oppressive socio-economic structure.
My friend Chris’ life of cloistered disengagement and uncritical acceptance of things as they are really harms no one. But this is a virus which has infected the body of Western Buddhism and elides the radical potential of Shakyamuni’s way.
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Henry Blanke is a Soto Zen Buddhist and Marxian socialist. He had a nearly 30 year career as a Bataille inspired academic librarian and now counsels those struggling with substance abuse. He has written on Herbert Marcuse, the politics of information and most recently on the possible intersections between Zen practice and socialism. He lives in New York City and fancies himself a bohemian cosmopolite, a flaneur and a passionate jazz lover, poet, and home cook. See also, “A Thought Experiment for X-Buddhists“
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