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Bring Me the Rhinoceros is an unusual guide to happiness and a can opener for your thinking. For fifteen hundred years, Zen koans have been passed down through generations of masters, usually in private encounters between teacher and student. This book deftly retells more than a dozen traditional koans, which are partly paradoxical questions dangerous to your beliefs and partly treasure boxes of ancient wisdom. Koans show that you don’t have to impress people or change into an improved, more polished version of yourself. Instead you can find happiness by unbuilding, unmaking, throwing overboard, and generally subverting unhappiness. John Tarrant brings the heart of the koan tradition out into the open, reminding us that the old wisdom remains as vital as ever, a deep resource available to anyone in any place or time.
209 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 19, 2004
… turned out to be a genuine barbarian: red hair, blue eyes, dressed in rags (p16).I very much enjoyed the details and the challenges of the koans. And I have a much better appreciation of their place in the ongoing expansion of the transitory nature of enlightenment.
One day, as the dislikable lama was teaching about the nature of the mind, I unexpectedly found what he was saying to be fascinating. Tears ran down my cheeks. ‘Ah,’ I thought, in curiously stilted deep meditation speak, ’this is like being with the sages of the past,’ and—this took a Christian form for me—I could feel the dust of the Galilee under my shoes, as if I were walking with Jesus on the shore. From then on, I began to take a macabre, Monty Python-like glee in the lama’s tales of hell, and to listen more closely to his teachings, though I still didn’t like him very much.So, I am flip flopping about the stars. Three because of the writing? Five because it was genuinely worth reading and a book that I will likely revisit? So… five stars, which, similar to how Tarrant described himself above, is a kind of reversal to what I would normally have done.
What I took away from the experience was the discovery that I wasn’t interested in my own opinion of the lama. This was a reversal of the way I had always operated. I could see that what I thought I wanted might not in fact be what I wanted. Then, at that same retreat, I ran across koans in a book and saw that they were related to that sort of reversal. A koan appeals to you the way a song or a poem might (p26-7).