Raw, adjective: 7. brutally or grossly frank: a raw portrayal of human passions.
Do you read Tricycle? You really should.
Tricycle calls itself "the independent voice of Buddhism," and though its online content is fairly limited unless you're a subscriber, it's worth a few minutes' browsing if you've got them. I can get lost in the archives pretty easily - although it's definitely a good kind of "lost."
Two quick highlights this morning:
Phillip Moffitt has a short piece on the types of desire. I'm doing a lot of syncretic work right now comparing Buddhist and Christian notions of desire, and this is killer. A good peek at what can be an overwhelming dive into various types of Buddhist sensibilities. I'm quickly learning that just as "Christian" can simultaneously mean scary pscyho anti-body conservatives or social justice-oriented pacifists, so too is it dangerous to clump "Buddhists" into one big lump. Many stances, many ways.
An interview with well-known Buddhist Jack Kornfield on poetry, which is really worth your time. In the span of a quick two-page conversation, Kornfield drops many of the most heart-stopping names out there: Neruda, Rilke, MLK Jr., Hafiz, etc. A lilting dialogue on the nature of literature and sorrow, and the importance of keeping a cultural space for the spare beauty that poetry brings to the table. Here's a blurb:
"Pablo Neruda, toward the end of his life, was invited to read in Caracas. He read for quite a long time before a large crowd. Then he asked, “Is there anything else you’d like to hear?” Someone raised a hand and asked, “Would you please read Poem 19 from Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair?” Neruda answered, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t bring that with me,” at which four hundred people rose to their feet to recite the poem. What a culture that is, to have the poet’s voice in the hearts of so many people."31 Flavors of Craving