(Video link here.) Tai Chi is not only a martial art but a form of moving meditation, where the practioner is meant to be “present” and aware of each move. Like all forms of meditation, that part is difficult; the mind loves to wander.

In 1984, the great poet Allen Ginsberg wrote a poem about himself practicing tai chi in his NYC kitchen which, like all of life, is full of distractions. We love it for many reasons:

We LOVE hearing Ginsberg read his own poem (you can read it below)…

…seeing his space and remembering that great ideas can flow from humble surroundings…

…hearing the “distractions” interlacing his tai chi moves; they describe the details of everyday life and art.

But we especially love that even though Ginsberg’s form was rather poor, he kept practicing, kept faithfully pulling his mind back to what he was doing, which is the practice…

As the Zen saying goes: “Catch the vigorous horse of your mind“.

Ernst Haas
Ernst Haas

David Saltman put it perfectly: “being in the kitchen with the Buddha“.

In my kitchen in New York by Allen Ginsberg,  for Bataan Faigao

Bend knees, shift weight
Picasso’s blue deathhead self portrait
tacked on refrigerator door

This is the only space in the apartment
big enough to do t’ai chi

Straighten right foot & rise–I wonder
if I should have set aside that garbage

Raise up my hands & bring them back to
shoulders–The towels and pyjama
laundry’s hanging on a rope in the hall

Push down & grasp the sparrow’s tail
Those paper boxes of grocery bags are
blocking the closed door

Turn north–I should hang up all
those pots on the stovetop
Am I holding the world right? That
Hopi picture on the wall shows
rain & lightning bolt

Turn right again–thru the door, God
my office space is a mess of
pictures & unanswered letters

Left on my hips–Thank God Arthur Rimbaud’s
watching me from over the sink

Single whip–piano’s in the room, well
Steven & Maria finally’ll move to their
own apartment next week! His pants’re
still here & Julius in his bed

This gesture’s the opposite of St. Francis
in Ecstasy by Bellini–hands
down for me

I better concentrate on what I’m doing
weight in belly, move by hips
No, that was the single whip–that apron’s
hanging on the North wall a year
I haven’t used it once
Except to wipe my hands–the Crane
spreads its wings have I paid
the electric bill?

Playing the guitar do I have enough $
to leave the rent paid while I’m
in China?

Brush knee–that was good
halavah, pounded sesame seed,
in the icebox a week

Withdraw & push–I should
get a loft or giant living room
The land speculators bought up all
the sqaure feet in Manhattan,
beginning with the Indians

Cross hands–I should write
a letter to the Times saying
it’s unethical

Come to rest hands down knees
straight–I wonder how
my liver’s doing. O.K. I guess
tonite, I quit smoking last
week. I wonder if they’ll blow
up an H Bomb? Probably not.

With heartfelt thanks to David Saltman for a sending us the video!

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