Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

What’s all the Rush about?

You don’t have to be an enlightened being to know that Rush Limbaugh is very skilled at Wrong Speech. His most recent epithet regarding a Georgetown University law student really should come as no surprise even when measured by Limbaugh’s standards. Neither should his non-apology apology. And of course, none of us would ever do or say anything like what Rush Limbaugh said or did, right?

OK sweeties, let’s take a step back for a moment and seriously contemplate this thing called speech, because as many commentators have said and written, most of our “bad karma” is created by speech, by what we say and not by what we do (although our actions create plenty of bad karma as well). And it may come as a surprise to some of you that the rationalizations Limbaugh went through in his non-apology apology are often the same rationalizations we employ when confronted with foot-in-mouth syndrome.

“What? Me as boorish as Rush Limbaugh? That’s simply not possible!” I know, some of you are shocked. But rather than look at the specifics of what Limbaugh said and how he “apologized,” let’s look at their elements and characteristics.

As mentioned in the Abhayarajakumara Sutta (MN 58) and explained in this post, there are three elements to Right Speech: (1) Whether the speech is true; (2) Whether the speech is beneficial; and (3) Whether the speech is pleasing to others.

It’s easy to see how Rush Limbaugh utterly failed on all three of these, but how easy is it for us to look at our own speech to see how it may fail as well? Granted, determining whether what we say is true is probably simple enough – or is it?

This brings to mind a mother of one of the students killed in a recent school shooting in an Ohio suburb. This mother forgives the alleged shooter despite the fact she lost her son. But she admits that she doesn’t know everything about the situation, particularly what drove a young man to take such desperate action and shoot inside a cafeteria filled with other students.

Like her, we often only know part of the truth, and that part is often what’s inside our head, colored and distorted by our mind. It’s also why the Buddha warned us that just because something is true doesn’t mean we ought to say it. There remain two other factors, whether the speech is beneficial and pleasing.

Limbaugh gave a rather pathetic excuse in his non-apology apology that he was attempting to be funny. We’ll just ignore that. Yet, his comment is very telling. How often do we find ourselves saying something that we know might be offensive, but quickly follow up with the comment, “just kidding”? And when our quip comes off lame, how often do we blame the listener for not “getting it,” and chide them for being unable to “take a joke”? I’ll be the first to admit that at times I can be thin-skinned, which is ironic given my career in editing. I have plenty of experience listening to irate people on the phone lambasting me and the publication I was working for over something that was printed. But when someone reacts to something I say in a manner that reveals that they were offended despite my intention to be playful, clever or whatever, who failed “to get it”? I suggest that it’s me, the speaker, that didn’t get it, not the listener. Which, despite this being about point 3 (is the speech pleasing to others), brings us back to point 2, whether the speech beneficial.

Determining benefit may not only be a bit onerous, but it may also be a bit unrealistic. Can’t we have a little fun? Must everything bring benefit? Well, yes, it should and it can because if we look at who benefits, as opposed to whether there is any benefit, things become more clear. Because most, if not all, of the bad karma we create is the result of actions or speech that were motivated by selfish ends.

If all I’m concerned about is how funny or sharp I appear to others, then I’m not thinking about the person I am teasing or making my comment about. I’m thinking about me. So it's perfectly acceptable to come with some quips that get people laughing or smiling at the least, provided that is my intent. But as soon as my intent is about how I will appear clever and be admired for what I say, my words will fail. I’ll be like the pretty boats in the photo with this post: nice to look at but the tide will have disappeared leaving me stranded.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Neil Young’s “Words” as a koan

I’m not a Zen practitioner. But if ever there was a koan, Neil Young’s “Words” from the “Harvest” release is a koan to beat all koans. At least that’s my humble opinion.

Look at the lyrics. They appear to make sense, tell a story, but there is definitely something else going on.

When I was in high school, one of my English classes took a look at song lyrics and their relation to poetry. For my project, I chose the song “Words.” It was such a powerful song, and at the time – the song was released in 1972 when I was 14, but it wasn’t until I was 16 that I really appreciated it – I wasn’t really quite sure what the song was about. But I thought I would take a stab at it for my class project.

And right in the middle of my presentation, I completely changed my mind. It came to me, it was so clear. I suddenly realized this song was about growing old and being lonely, and that sometimes the affection we show the aged can be perceived as contrived and meaningless. It was like shit, my god; and I know I must have stumbled in my presentation. I can’t quite recall how I began, I knew the song was about growing old, but I didn’t quite grasp the alienation of growing old; I completely shifted gears and went with the new thought. And it was right. Look at the lyrics.

Someone and someone
were down by the pond
Looking for something
to plant in the lawn.
Out in the fields they
were turning the soil
I'm sitting here hoping
this water will boil
When I look through the windows
and out on the road
They're bringing me presents
and saying hello.

The storyline of the song is at the start pretty straight forward. We have someone living alone, looking out the window at people digging for flowers or other plants. Further out this person sees workers in the field. And then we come back to the simple fact that this observer is simply waiting for water to boil. So mundane. And then out through the window, this person sees people coming to him or her, “bringing me presents and saying hello.”

Singing words, words
between the lines of age.
Words, words
between the lines of age.

Words, it’s all just words. And they are “words between the lines of age.” That line has always got me. It’s probably important to keep in mind that Neil Young’s album “Harvest” was largely about the generation gap; that’s what we called it kids, back in the 60s and 70s. The song “Old Man” is such a beautiful ode to closing that gap. But there is something about these words that come “between the lines of age.”

And then I think the real koan starts.

If I was a junkman
selling you cars,
Washing your windows
and shining your stars,
Thinking your mind
was my own in a dream
What would you wonder
and how would it seem?
Living in castles
a bit at a time
The King started laughing
and talking in rhyme.

Wow. “Thinking your mind was my own in a dream.” Shit, that’s like asking someone young to suddenly think about being old; what would they think about? How could they think about it? They are young, not old. But at the same time, are we not everything, if we just take the time to look?

This is probably my favorite Neil Young song. This video is totally kick ass as well, although I apologize for it ending abruptly. Well, why should I apologize? I didn’t make it. But here it is.