Prayer of calm written in white man's jail. but he was killed and went to paradise to see with his own eyes ancestors making cargo to be shipped to the islands and see with his own eyes fight men changing all the labels. Oh, Father Cancel, you are so sorry. You are so sorry for us Canacas. You can help us. We have nothing, no planes, no jeeps, no ships, not even hammers, not even pants, nothing at all, because fight men steals everything. And you are so sorry, oh, Father Cancel. Now you send them. So sorry. Here is how it all began, he says, in the Karukas. An old anna made him some man and woman, along flowers, animals, trees, fish, put them in a garden, along plenty, canned beef, rice, bags, promise, instant coffee, tobacco, matches, and candy bars. Old man and woman, no pants and lots of whiskey. By and by, they got him, make him plenty trouble. No good. Old anna took away all the canned goods. All the canned goods before they could even find the can opener. Quick lock up garden and hide all whiskey.

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You want them inferno, old man Adam? Suppose you speak. I got no inferno. Bye-bye, you go along in. Noah was a good fellow, so old Anu showed him how to build a steamer. Make him strong color top. Get along steamer with tiny cargo along all animals and quick. I make him rain long time, no can finish. Noah had a thick cap, white shirt, short stockings and shoes. The rain came down, and Noah rang the bell, and off went the steamer with all the animals. That's all. Steamer belonged. Plenty of canned beef, rice bags, polished instant coffee, tobacco matches, and candy bars. No whiskey. Old Noah, always properly dressed. Next pick-up. Next trough. By and by, rain stops and the steamer lands in Australia. Old Noah finds a bottle of whiskey lying around Sydney. Bad news for everybody, that's all. Noah wanted one drink. Work him trouble, no can find. One drink takes off shoes, two drinks takes off the socks. Son Ham belonged to Noah. Watch and laugh, an old boy takes off his pants.

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For this, Ham is deprived of cargo, canned meat, razor blades, and so forth, and sent to New Guinea to be a black man. Shem and Jacob remain white. Keep the cargo and remain in Sydney. Ham belong longtime taro garden in New Guinea without cargo, canned meat, razor blades, et cetera, but surrounded by friendly Satan who produce good crop. Satan's promote much dancing, and although there is no whiskey, they can work pretty good love magic. Plenty of trouble. but just being a lot worse inferno. Food, however, too simple. Nothing but roots and pig meat, none of it canned, and no instant coffee, candy bars, college, rice, Coca-Cola, and so on. Suppose you want them canned food, you better get rid of Satan's. Harass, rassum Satan. White fella come along from Sydney to help rassum Satan's with less dancing and more work. Also, trouble with Bible is incomplete. All the instructions about cargo turn out. Best part, all missing. Rewritten bunch.

[03:07]

Correct information. The ancestors are alive and well in the sky immediately above Sydney, Australia. Taught and supervised by the god of the Catholics, they are putting meat into cans and sending it to New Guinea, correctly labeled for the natives. Also flashlights, razor blades, cameras, and so on. Plenty for everybody, black and white alike, while the cargo is at sea, the white crew spends all its time changing the labels and re-addressing the new shipments to planners, missionaries, government officials, and policemen. The problem now is to get cargo direct without recourse to ships and planes longing to fight me. Jesus Christ is now in Sydney waiting to deliver cargo to natives without the intervention of white men. He has a steamer, and it's all loaded, but he does not yet have the proper clothing. Jesus Christ is waiting in a hotel room for someone to bring him a suit. Word travels fast. I can't even see anything. Down the coast, large gatherings are dispersed by the police.

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Families are arrested and put in jail because they have arranged bouquets of flowers for the coming of Jesus with the cargo. In 1940, rumors of distant war. A local leader in Madang, after two hours of silent prayer, stood up and announced that the king was coming to take over. Another declared that he was the Apostle Paul and had a radio like the Australians. One who announced the advent of the king was immediately arrested, but he was released after questioning and became clear that he was not referring to the Germans. But the people understood why he had been arrested. Henceforth, his message was taken very seriously. Flowers were on display everywhere. And those who displayed flowers were arrested. Bouquets were made in secret and hidden under baskets. As soon as Jesus appeared with cardboard, they would lift up the baskets. Their world would be all flowers. So that reflects back to the flowers in the Mexico section, I suppose. And then he says, and here we've got John the Volcano. John Froome was one of the people in the book about the cargo company, was one of the leaders at one period.

[05:16]

Volcano ancestor, he says. My brother here is Joe. Everything is near to me. See us too, Joe Captain Cockleshell. My three sons come down out of sky in long robes and jackets. They are invisible to women except to Gladys, the little girl. My three sons show themselves under the banyan tree giving orders to boys and girls who do not understand. If you put a sack of stones under the banyan tree, the divine children will come down. My three sons are Isaac, Jacob, and Lestuan. Isaac does all the talking. Gladys, age 12, does the translating. You boys and girls are ropes of John Froome. You live together in a woody cabin, and the night is for dancing. Tell the other people, these are my desires. Bathe together in a lake of calm water. heavy buying in the stores, day of rest, Friday, Monday, other days for recreation. My planes are coming with prefab houses for all, with radio salaries for teachers, means of conveyance.

[06:19]

I, Nelloya, give John Froome King a level amount in For my planes will come. I am king of American flyers. I can arrest the British with my telegraph. Will they declare me insane? I am the instigator, just one of the ropes. But Isaac, the voice, speaks to me direct in secret bushes, banning colors on Thursdays only. Red, yellow, and blue, strictly forbidden, since red is blood, blue is sickness, yellow is death. Isaac commanded with a man's voice, Pull the tickets. We went together to the store. We moved the people out of our way. We climbed over the counters. We carried out all the instructions. Tore off the price tags. The tags all gone. The store was cleaner. It had to be made cleaner with preparation. Now John Prum can come with his army and cargo. The action was defined by the police as the affair of the tickets. The defendants entered a European store of white sand, leaked through the counters, and pulled the tickets off the goods.

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I am only one of the ropes. I communicate instructions. Isaac is the one who commands. Sundown Thursday with a man's voice. Armies, cargoes coming by jet plane. Then there appeared to be another uprising by these fanatics. Those who had been exiled to Malakula for a lot of coconuts back to their home village, eager to be carefully planted on the site of their home. And so on. And this all makes a whole lot of trouble for everybody. And this thing keeps reappearing. And Merton says that he thinks that a lot of the black Muslim thing In the United States, we reminded him of the, you know, some had some funny cross connection in his mind with cargo. Where everybody was, for a while, was wearing white clothes and cleaning up their act, getting into a whole new way of living and trying to get a turn away from white society and make their own world and their own trip, rejecting the

[08:38]

the outside. Gladys is a little drunk. And then the last part about the West is partly, but wonderfully, this airplane. ride across from Louisville to San Francisco to deny linoleum badges to ride the false tile field floor of the great Illinois bathroom letters over a busy sequence. not seeing his thought to be over Sioux Falls getting hungry, not seeing his thought to stay sane, it is here. Family, combination, shelter, and fun room are all that's possible. So he mixes all this up with various quotes from Indians and various other

[09:50]

It says, four secret presidents with stone ideas who mumble over gas our only government has provided free. And it says, this mildly toxic invention can harm none but the enemy. Mirabelle, secrets, deadly plans for distant places, and all high males are flying far west in a unanimous supermarket of beliefs, seeking only one motto for l'imagination guireuse. Why not try everything? At this precise moment of history, he says, with goody-two-shoes running for Congress, we're testing supersonic engines to keep God safe in the cherry tree. When I said so in this space last Thursday, I meant what I said, power struggle. You would never dream of such corn. The colonials in Saddlewood, like running wide open and available for protection, you can throw them away without a refund. 3.

[10:58]

Dr. Hempstengel, who was not called Puzzi except by those who did not know him, is taped in the National Archives. J. Edgar Hoover, he ought to know and does know, but calls Dr. Hempstengel Puzzi nevertheless, somewhere on tape in the archives. He, Dr. H., is not a silly man. He left in disgust about the same time Shirley Temple sat on Roosevelt's knee and accomplished a pianist. He remembered personality. He Dr. H. began to teach immortal anecdotes to his mother, a queen bee in the American colony. What's your attitude toward historical subjects? Perhaps it's their size. Putze Hempfstein became a functionary in the Nazi government at some point. So he says... I don't know... Voice of little sexy ventriloquist mignon.

[11:58]

Well, I think all of us are agreed, and sincerely, I myself believe that honest people on both sides have got it all on tape. Governor Reagan thinks that nuclear wampums are a last resort that ought not to be resorted. The little mignon went right on to the point with, we have a commitment to fulfill, and we better do it quick. No, did she. All historians die of the same events at least twice. I feel I ought to open this case with an apology. Dr. A certainly has a beautiful voice. He is not a silly man. He is misunderstood even by presidents. You people are criticizing the church, but what are you going to put in their place? Sometimes sit down with a pencil and paper and ask yourself, what have you got that the church hasn't? Nothing to add but the big voice of the detective using the wrong first names in national archives. She sat in shocking pink with an industrial zipper specially designed for sitting on the knees of presidents in broad daylight. She spoke the president's mind. Quote, we have a last resort to be resorted and we better do it quick.

[13:02]

He wondered at what he had just said. It was all like running wide open in a loose gown without slippers, at least someplace. Then finally he winds up with the ghost dance where the Indians are telling each other that the... Buffalo and the ancestors are going to come back and drive the white men away. And so these quotes from various anthropological reports about the different Indians who were leading the ghost dances in various parts of the West. And some of it was happening out here in Oregon. and they kept arresting the Indians for stirring each other up. But the movement went all through northern, went all through western Oregon and Nevada and part of California, Utah, and the Indians were really nervous and the white people were scared that the Indians were going to start killing people.

[14:10]

And there was a, I guess, One of the last things that happened was the MODOC wars up there in the lava beds up in Southern Oregon at the last moment in the eighties, seventies or eighties. A quote from the Cornwallis, Oregon Gazette for January 4th, 1873 says, Scarcely an Indian on the Siletz agency did not express perfect confidence in the prophecies they had gathered. Gathering upon the reservations, they engaged in war dances and decorated themselves with pink feathers. Hi there. Yeah, there's a lot to it. They are governed by messengers and spies from other tribes. That lady, what's her name? I saw her Saturday and she told me she wasn't going to come because she was going to take a class at John Kennedy University all about all about all about something psychological.

[15:16]

Which lady was that? That lady who used to be a nun. Very nice. I don't know where she came from. St. Louis. Well, I mean, how did she come to the class? Did she just come out of the blue? Never mind. I never know where you guys come from, for God's sake. You know where we come from. We hang around here, but I never see her anywhere. Well, I saw her Saturday, and she was at the lecture. Oh, okay. That's the first time. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. The old chocolate hat was head dreamer for Captain Dick. He stayed with us until he died. Um... So anyhow, all through this thing, there are these scripts of mystical and political numbers coming down from all these various sources and times.

[16:18]

And then somewhere in these notes or in some other place, Merton says, or maybe it's in the introduction to it, that he says that the cargo thing It also reminds him of Marxism, communist Marxist-Leninism, about how it's the same thing. It's all going to come if we behave right and reject capitalism and reject all this bad stuff and purify ourselves, then the ancestors are going to come with the cargo and we're going to be all right. And of course it hasn't happened yet somehow. Poor Russians don't have many pants, matches, axes, Coca-Cola, what not yet. Aspirin tap. somewhat restricted, like there were many things that he couldn't do? For a long time, yeah. Yeah, but then he kept contriving to fall ill, so he got to get out and spend time in the hospital in Louisville once or twice.

[17:22]

He had some terrible... They did one of those dreadful... vertebra fusing operations on his back at one point. And then there was, he was always having the tooth trouble and having to have his teeth worked on. He had some other condition, I forget what it was, that got him into the hospital and said, Also, he kept fretting about how he wanted to meditate and pray all the time, and they kept telling him to make cheese and shut up and to do his translations and write poetry and do anything else except to do his priest practice and his hermit practice. He wanted to be a hermit, finally. And they said, well, being a hermit isn't our practice. Our practice is being cenobitic monks. You know, we eat together and stay together and do everything together at the same time. And Merton says, well, I want a hermitage. I want to live out in the woods and be quiet. And so they finally let him build this funny little house. There are pictures of it in this little book. Away from the main monastery grounds, often little piney woods out there.

[18:28]

Then they wouldn't let him go there for a long time. Then finally they let him go there, but they wouldn't let him have a fire in the place. It was freezing as cold. And finally I think they did let him have a fireplace or do something to try to warm it up. But by that time he was ready to go to Asia, and he never got much good out of the place, except the satisfaction of actually having it. But he wanted, you know, he kept saying, when he was first a monk, he... kept fretting about how he was in the wrong order, and how he really should belong, because he thought that Trappist was a real contemplative order, and he didn't understand that the activity was contemplation, just like they tell you that working in the grocery store is practice. Well, in a way it's true. In a way it's true, because you're not just practicing in the sandal, you have to practice all the time.

[19:31]

And that's the whole point of Mahayana Buddhism. You appear in the world and hang out and do things, and you're not cloistered and special and set aside and cut off from everything, but you're mixing all the time with the world and everybody. At the same time, you're not distracted by it. You're not soiled by it, stained by it or whatever. I think that if that's true, then there's no difference. It's not more useful or effective to work in university if you just work at Standard Oil. Right. You could work at Standard Oil. I mean, what was his name? Glassman Sensei. Tetsu gen, shmetsu gen, he'll always be Bernie to me, his mother says. Work for IBM. Worked for some huge computer factory down in LA and while all the time he was training That's again sensei is my one of my Zimmy Roshi's when he was my Zimmy Roshi's first Dharma era and is now in charge of the of the Riverdale Meditation and hoopla Center over there in Uptown, New York For cousin cousin Linda.

[20:51]

We're staying at his place or near this place. Well, I and going to sit with him while they were living in New York, and Linda had that teaching job just finished up. He worked all the time outside in a spy tech job? Yeah, at least for quite a while before he finally got absorbed into, completely into being made into a Zen teacher. The original question about reading was that how did, did he have any trouble with all these theoretical things he was saying, or did he even need quotes? I don't think so, because people, I think that the church authorities figured nobody was going to read, nobody's going to read this stuff. And for one thing, and for another thing, he comes pretty much out and says that they were heretics, but he thinks they were interesting, because of the social connotations of it all, and the political connotations of it all, and how it all matches up with the present day mess. which was rather thoughty of him, considering he was supposed to be thinking about God all the time.

[21:58]

And the little flower of Jesus and a few decorative things and singing the Holy Office and saying Mass, all sorts of stuff. But apparently, later in the last ten years of his life, he had time to read all these marbles. rake up all this marlin material from someplace and think about his little brother climbing all over louise and so on uh and right as the whole time yeah it's it's an interesting stew and then the other long form the cable to the aces again another weird collection of babble and slobber and funny lines and weird takes and word plays and so forth. It's very entertaining. At least I think so. I was surprised that the latest, from about 1963 onwards, from the original Child Bomb poem on to the end of the book, except for the translations, which this includes a big chunk of the book as translations, but his own material from there until he died was very funny and got funnier as time went on.

[23:14]

and more entertaining as a livelier collection of words jammed together in funny ways than they had ever done before. So he's at least goofy in many ways. by the time he died, he was at least as goofy as Gregory Corso, anybody. And that was an interesting change in him, I thought. Although he became more and more convinced that monasticism was a good idea, and that maybe they could, by observing the the Eastern monastics, they could pick up on an idea about how to revivify and make lively the Catholic monastic orders and orders of nuns and monks and things and get people interested in doing it and stay with it.

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Is he regarded by the monastic community as just being a nut? I don't know. I don't know. The people that he worked with at the Abbey and whatnot, Patrick, the brother Patrick and some other guys who were friends of his, all liked him. There were a lot of other people there who loved him and believed in him. But his ideas, I mean... Well, they don't think they could understand his ideas. They liked him. I don't know if they... They cared one way or the other. All he knew was that he didn't like cheese. He says in the very last part of the book there, he has a couple of slams about the cheese thing. What's the chance of a piece? I don't know. See, toward the land, toward the very end here, he's doing concrete poetry, something like this.

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Yeah. But I think he got it out of the European trip. Yes. You think they're from someone in Pittsburgh? Is that so? Hmm. Hmm. Well, I think the thing about how it's all one is Feeble-minded.

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Feeble-minded nonsense. Cheese. Joyce Killer Diller. I think that we should never freeze, so such lively assets as our cheese. A sucker's hungry mouth is pressed against the cheese's caraway breast. A cheese whose scent like sweet perfume pervades the house through every room. A cheese that may at Christmas wear a suit of cellophane underwear, on whose bosom is a label whose habitat the Tower of Babel. Colons are naught but warmed-up breeze. Dollars are made by Trappist cheese. He makes one of his wonderful litanies in here someplace.

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solitary life he says white collar man blue collar man i am a no collar man least of all a roman collar shave twice a week maybe hear the trains out there two miles away trucks too the road not near hear the owls in the wood and pray when i can i don't talk about all that what is there to say yes i had beer in this place a while back and once whiskey and i worry about the abbot coming up here to inspect and finding a copy of newsweek under the bed Isn't that wonderful? We should all go home. It's probably 11 o'clock at night.

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