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The Castleford Sutra<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \u201cis it not delightful to have a friend come from afar?\u201d I. Descent<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n My Lord the Bodhisattva Mahasattva looks down but no sunrise. Chris Stanton sits outside the Co-op beg but do not choose where and accept whatever at some stage you hoist a sail and crack on \u2013 so it says. <\/p>\n II. The Classification of Beings<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n Greg gets twitchy if he starts to talk about the voices, <\/p>\n III. Creating the Buddha-Land<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n He is toying with awkward marriages, unlikely offspring \u2013 inexhaustible skillful means. He sees the Tigers filing past his tooth in the great temple in Kandy, Viv Nicholson<\/i><\/span><\/span> say the faithful – <\/span><\/span>Spend <\/p>\n IV. Fruition<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n This is my house This is my home If not for him Sing tyger tyger. The Lord gave Slowly the white cloth The Castleford Sutra \u201cis it not delightful to have a friend come from afar?\u201d Confucius I. Descent My Lord the Bodhisattva Mahasattva looks down as the obese and diabetic roll along Methley Place on mobility scooters, considers descent, whose aid, if any, he might enlist, his own fallibility. Dawn but no sunrise. Chris Stanton […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":335,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_is_tweetstorm":false,"jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":true,"jetpack_social_options":[]},"categories":[394,395],"tags":[398],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"yoast_head":"\n
\n<\/i><\/span><\/span>Confucius<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>as the obese and diabetic roll along Methley Place
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>on mobility scooters, considers descent, whose aid,
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>if any, he might enlist, his own fallibility. Dawn<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>religiously with a sleeping bag over his knees
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>and a foil blanket tucked away for emergencies
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>for those worst of days and the Lord said to the Bhikkhus<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>is given. His skin condition makes you want to push him away
\n<\/span><\/span><\/span>and he knows it. <\/span><\/span><\/span>One of the wisdom sutras likens the start of the Path
\n<\/span><\/span>to a man pushing a boat through shallows against the tide:<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>At lunchtime I walk to the nearest bridge, the rusting carcass
\n<\/span><\/span>of a metal barge rests midstream between the stanchions of the elegant
\n<\/span><\/span>regeneration project, long grass filling its belly.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>gets twitchy goes home and drinks more, probably won\u2019t
\n<\/span><\/span>come back and Joanne with her dyed red hair, drinking
\n<\/span><\/span>a litre of vodka and swallowing phet drinks more
\n<\/span><\/span>when she thinks about her boyfriend who died of liver damage
\n<\/span><\/span>last year. Keith has stopped drinking but started falling over
\n<\/span><\/span>three or four times a day for some reason and Dale
\n<\/span><\/span>who comes in with a 3 litre bottle of Frosty Jack bulging out
\n<\/span><\/span>from under his jacket sits in the group and babbles on about
\n<\/span><\/span>how he could kill a BigMac or a KFC and when I take him
\n<\/span><\/span>for a piss test asks me if I work with many people
\n<\/span><\/span>as bad as him with it. The Lord, finding one lying alone
\n<\/span><\/span>in his own piss and shit cleans him up and calls the monks
\n<\/span><\/span>together: monks you have no mother, no father \u2013 who
\n<\/span><\/span>if you won\u2019t tend to each other will tend to you? Scott
\n<\/span><\/span>we sent straight off to A&E with a tummy like a little
\n<\/span><\/span>boulder, Ricki pretends he knows everyone
\n<\/span><\/span>because he can\u2019t remember anything. <\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>His Buddha-Land emerging from the exhaust pipe
\n<\/span><\/span>of a Black Van on the way to Wakefield, where the Pikeys
\n<\/span><\/span>piebald horses graze, heaven in a drop of pollution,<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>gold and black polyester shirts cupping the pigeon chests
\n<\/span><\/span>of smokers with COPD and gets distracted \u2013 thinks
\n<\/span><\/span>of other times, extravagant countries, monks<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>the supple hips of prostrate devotees, robes
\n<\/span><\/span>and saris, magenta and saffron silks, swirling
\n<\/span><\/span>incense. What luminaries can Castleford boast?<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/i><\/span><\/span>whenever you can. Don\u2019t bow your head
\n<\/i><\/span><\/span>to anyone.<\/i><\/span><\/span> Whoever holds the relic holds
\n<\/span><\/span>the governance of the country.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>Says Rosalie
\n<\/span><\/span>Who cannot read
\n<\/span><\/span>And cannot cope<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>And here\u2019s my son
\n<\/span><\/span>Whose every hair
\n<\/span><\/span>Is absolute<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>I\u2019d shoot myself
\n<\/span><\/span>Sing tyger tyger
\n<\/span><\/span>Little one<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>One
\n<\/span><\/span>With some kind of damage
\n<\/span><\/span>Some thicko some pratt<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>A white cloth
\n<\/span><\/span>To wipe his face with
\n<\/span><\/span>Once a day<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n
\n<\/span><\/span>Turning grey
\n<\/span><\/span>Some thicko some pratt
\n<\/span><\/span>Some anvil-arahat.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"