A Work in Progress by Jacqueline Gens/Draft ONLY
The
late bard, beloved friend and mentor Allen Ginsberg (1926-97) remains present
even decades later for many of us whose lives he touched either directly or in
his works. Those of us who also studied with Tibetan master, Chogyam
Trungpa, are bound together even further. Trungpa’s initial entre introducing Vajrayana
Buddhism to the West in the mid 1970’s was to summon “the” poets to his new
endeavor, the Naropa Institute and they came. The poets (and writers of the
Beat generation), on the other hand, were already prescient investigators of
consciousness thru drugs, meditation and mantra who heard his call.
As
history tells it, Trungpa met these open minded and wild denizens of the times
head on their own terms-- smoking cigarettes, sexual promiscuity, drinking and
drugging, and yet both magnetized a generation of literal and symbolical
seekers of naked mind, the essence of Mahamudra free from delusion. Such
was the willingness to regard new avenues of exploration. Today, Naropa University is a leading accredited institution in Buddhist inspired and
Contemplative education. Many things can be said about Chogyam Trungpa but one
need only read his vast scholarly and teaching transcripts to experience his
greatness as a teacher, if unconventional to Westerners. For a man born
in a Yak tent in a remote part of Tibet and dead by the age of 47, he
accomplished much.
Early April
when they both died (a decade apart) is a time, I often contemplate their
profound impact on my life. In recent years I’ve taken a more objective look at
the intersection of their lives historically and their mutual influence on the
development of Tibetan Buddhism in the West. I’m no apologist but often find
myself in the middle of a Rubik cube of misinformation trying to match up the
details of my own first-hand knowledge with the shifting sands of time. But as
we know, what was then no longer exists except in our wily memories. None the
less, flashes of recollection spark my memory of the long working relationship
I experienced with Allen within the mandala of Trungpa Rinpoche, especially
Naropa Institute (now University), then
later in his NYC office.
In my
personal assessment of Allen as a literary figure, he synthesized for me the
Blakean visionary potential (Albion) of a new era married to the humanitarian
expansiveness of poet Walt Whitman who foresaw his successors as concerned with
the “Main Things” which Allen fulfilled. Combine this with the clarity of
his meditation practice and one can taste the fruits of his greatness as a
person. While his personality may not have been perfect, his lifelong
dedication for a deep empathy with others marked his early vow to benefit
humanity. Recognizing himself as some kind of genius in early childhood, he
fulfilled his destiny becoming an agent of change spontaneously at key
historical moments transforming whole cultures and generations of writers who
in turn would play significant roles in their own cultures.
I found him
a superb teacher especially his evolving Dharma Poetics and Mind Writing
Slogans at the jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics, a bold container for
nurturing aspiring poets and writers. His archive attests to the thousands of
global youth who wrote him, including myself. During every world crisis, I
imagine his cognizant commentary. He was an avid reader of the New York time
daily engaging with world events and often appearing on television or in
interviews. Delivering his mail to him in the early years I worked for him in
NYC, it was not unusual to meet him in his pajamas with laundry hanging inside
his entrance hallway. I often got a summation of the day’s news along with a
late breakfast while sorting through mail. Those moments remain treasured
memories of ordinary intimacy without artifice or tension.
As a gay
man, Allen was an advocate of tender-hearted sacred fellowship iconized in his
lengthy photographic record of friendships with lovers and kindred spirits. We
know there were serious casualties in his charismatic love life with many a
broken-hearted man and woman—especially in his earlier years and some later
too. He could be irascible, shrewd, needy of love (RD Laing once said of
Allen to me when living in Boulder), enthusiastic, dismissive of those seeking
approval, bluntly curious, generous, and loyal to a fault. Candor was his motto
and he rarely suffered fools who thought highly of themselves. His ability to
connect with people was characterized by the classic Vajrayana term Padma,
the symbolic engaged and charismatic lover borne of the lotus arising from mud
combined with the Vajra of mirror like wisdom—the roiling waters of
anger stilled in reflective clarity. He adored young and brilliant mostly
straight men but disdained to be caught in binary categories as he was wont to
say, because he had his “male dignity.”
I honestly
do not know why he took to me in our early encounters at Naropa Institute where
I was a graduate student in Buddhist Studies. He often engaged me in chit-chat
some evenings in the empty hallways after hours as I cleaned offices for work
study while he picked up his mail. In the Summer of 1984, when I worked as a
cook at Kappa Sigma for the annual summer writing program, he often brought his
dishes into the kitchen along with more chit-chat and eventually questions
about my background. By the following year I lived with him and company during
the summer writing program along with Philip Whalen as a kind of house mother
in a mansion owned by his old classmate at Columbia University, David
Padawa. By the time I met him, he was avuncular, professorial, and deeply
kind. Likewise, I appreciated him dearly for his unexpected regard.
Some
characterized him as misogynist often forgetting women’s names or mixing them
up which was true. I never experienced that nor did some others. His
generation was backwards. He called me doll in moments of affection--but in the
end I was happy he had a female psychiatrist who helped him navigate unresolved
issues about his mother and women. He had many professional women who admired
him which he recorded in portraits rarely seen together as a collection—many of
them iconic figures. This is yet to happen! Two of his first meditation
instructors were women—Dr. Judith Simmer-Brown, an Acharya and Tsultrim
Allione, an authorized Lama—both lifelong friendships. And, of course, he founded the Jack Kerouac School with Anne Waldman. One day arriving at his
office late afternoon, generally the case, he reported that he had a remarkable
experience as he crossed a street on the way to his Union Square office
realizing that the anger he continually projected onto someone was really about
his mother. In his journals, he recorded in minute details his hopes and fears
and dreams over his complicated relationship with Peter Orlovsky with barely a
mention of a female.
From my
perspective, we were fellow travelers on the path to self-discovery.
Unbeknownst to many of his literary colleagues and friends who were often
suspect of his devotion to his various Gurus, he was a dedicated practitioner
who spent years studying the basics of Buddhism with a preference for formless Vipassana
meditation and Lam Rim specializing in Madhyamika or the analytical
investigation of the nature of mind. He wasn’t a great fan of ritual and all
the bells and whistles of tantra except for mantra. Towards the end of
his life he fully entered into the path of Vajrayana world of the classic Gelugpa
triad of Yamantaka, Vajrayogini and Cakrasamvara sadhanas
with his second significant Tibetan teacher, Gelek Rinpoche.
To this day
not one biographer has integrated his life and work with the various phases of
his progressive practice life other than the outward details of when and where
he attended some retreat but never the view, practice, and integration of each
practice. Simply saying he attended a Hinayana retreat means nothing to
the uninitiated. For someone younger person adept in similar practices there is
a Ph.d awaiting to cross reference with his copious practice notes and journals
and tapes which are considerable in number. This is an important addition
to his biography as some Academics not proficient in the depth of his training
are now being quoted as authorities in a tangle of mistaken facts for lack of
knowledge or drawing on a few essays about meditation for his classes or
magazine articles early on. As a practitioner and authorized teacher of mind
training, it was his goal to speak in an American idiom of common language
rather than cultural overlays from other countries.
So, in April
I salute Allen for bestowing his gifts of clarity and kindness in the service
of language. And when I hear the early morning songs of the crows outside my
window they remind me of the fragility of this life---that comes and goes but
every moment, every breath an opportunity to realize the tendrils of our
interconnection in the larger web of wisdom mind outside time. EMAHO…(WONDORUS…)
Jacqueline Gens studied Tibetan
Buddhism when she moved to Boulder, CO tin 1983 to attend Trungpa’s Naropa Institute.
She was employed in a variety of administrative positions there until she moved
to NYC From 1988/89-1994 to work in the NY office of Ginsberg and Associates.
She co-founded and co-directed the New England College MFA Program in Poetry
from 2001- 2012 until she retired. She is currently creating course platforms
for the study of poetry in relationship to diverse Wisdom traditions at Language in the Sky.
She earned an MFA in Creative Writing and an MAT in Teaching in her 50’s
following studying Classics and Anthropology at Smith College. Her main
practice is poetry.
