6, 1995 10:53
11:26 Shugakuin Temple; Kyoto, Kansai District-Japan
:: 5 JUN 95
From wood, granite, bamboo and green it emanates. Several voices
chant, atonally, rhythmically, mesmerisingly. Each beat a syllable. A
voice fades out of the rhythm-for an intake of breath?-and then arise
anew. Underneath a single furtive voice, in staccato, reels off phrases.
The chant is remarkably like some examples of what the modern
avant-garde call Industrial Music. To gaijin ears the voice becomes an
instrument; the syllables are meaningless.
Yesterday the lead voice wore denim shirt and pants, a floppy
hippie hat, Ray Bans and leather driving gloves. Garb more appropriate
to a modern musician and in stark contrast to the sweeping white robes
of todays chanting Tendai monk. Shattered stereotypes.
Patrick. -- Responses Sought --
To a practitioner of Tendai, everything is wonderful.
||Traditional Tendai Buddhist proverb