Monday, March 31, 2014
Oogah Oosmos OOO G Ahhhhhh. Just as each letter of the alphabet has it's own sound and meaning, so each individual has an opinion, set of memories and habits and degree of clarity or confusion. Every act of communication or interaction involves the one and the many. The word Oogah contains many letters. Each individual is an expression of Oogah. Each letter in the word Oogah involves the nature of the alphabet and also meaning, connected with numerous concepts. In previous posts and in Club Morono zines, Lohbado wrote extensively about the alphabet and the word Oogah.
Since we just emerged from a long and trying winter, Lohbado recommends a simple approach to the word of Oogah. With OOO, ingest positive, life-enhancing forces. G is you, the god-like nature of humanity, where you are hooked in the human condition. Ah is the sense of space and relaxation that happens when one lets go of trying to be somebody, or trying to do something. OOO is open, relaxed and cheerful: Oogah!
Sunday, March 30, 2014
Saturday, March 29, 2014
|snow up to Lohbado's door step|
Thursday, March 27, 2014
|book of Oogah|
The Chief Nomroh consulted the Book of Oogah at the Club Morono Tabernacle. Oogah told the Chief Nomroh that this extended winter is a test of humanity's patience. If humans can stay cool until mid-april, Oogah will lift his arms to release hot weather from his armpits.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
|a woman spices things up at the beginning|
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Whip into shape, rope things down, put it in a net bag. Most rope is made out of nylon or plastic. Lohbado remembered the days when rope was made out of hemp. Whip up a storm, whip up some eggs, whip cream. Make sure to properly secure it with a rope. Put onions in the mesh bag.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Do the numbers add up to anything? What do they represent? The letters are a little more clear. Maybe DFO is department of fisheries, although the O is not where it should be. LOB suggests the first letters of Lohbado's name and lobster. The lobster trap bands lay next to pieces of lobster trap, which Lohbado found several years ago during a trip to the ocean.
Put on Lohbado did. Lohbado put on his celebration cap, which hung on a peg on the door. Under the celebration cap hung the thinking cap on a peg on the back of the door. He sometimes wore both caps, the thinking cap and the celebration cap. He had a red cap, black cap, a green cap, a white cap and one in beige.
He wore the caps as he sat down to examine pieces of wood and plastic, to contemplate the inner-verse, the cosmos within. The constellations of memory, or thought associations, continuously created new stories, ideas and emotions, a candy swirl, or a blood pudding, gravy hash, gristle and fat. Thought and food, food for thought, thought about food, Lohbado examined endless combinations
Sunday, March 23, 2014
|bulb and prayer wall|
Lohbado opened the door and peered out at the winter wonderland. Heavy wet snow came down in Montreal. Lohbado gazed at the light bulb above the door and prayed that spring would come soon.
Lohbado woke up groggy the next morning. The temperature dropped. The thought of putting on the winter parka again made him tired. He stood in the doorway and breathed in a little cold air. Eventually his body would come to life and he would walk around the block.
Be stoic, don't think about spring. Don 't think too much. Lohbado learned to take things slow. That's what happens as one reaches the threshold of sixty. One slows down. One could look back at futile attempts to achieve something and chuckle about how it didn't work out according to plan. Foolish plans, vanity... as a young man, Lohbado thought he could find a career, win a companion and live a regular kind of life. Oogah had other plans for Lohbado. Oogah laughed at Lohbado's hopes and fears. Oogah gave Lohbado what he secretly wanted... a life devoted to waking up from suffering and confusion. Not that he got very far, but at least, he put himself in the proper place to make such an attempt.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
|plastic from Lohbado's collection|
Morono Man, an unusual man living an unusual life, there are many people who didn’t quite succeed. A percentage of the population ran into trouble. Morono Man was never employed for long and had long stretches, years at a time, of not working at all. He lived in shame and sorrow, until he realized there’s no blame.
Don’t listen to those who never tire of reminding you that you’re a failure, that you’re no good. The ultimate goal is to get through life without harming oneself or harming anyone else. It would be nice if one could practice kindness, intelligence and compassion. However, just to refrain from causing harm is a big step. Far too many attempts to be kind are done in muddled, self-centered fashion, without properly understanding the situation. This results in harm. In such cases, it’s better to do nothing. That’s why I say, to refrain from harm is a huge step in the right direction.
After one learns to not cause harm, one could learn to deal with one’s mind, to stop casting blame, stop wallowing in misery. To actually sit down, pay attention and look at what’s going on in one’s mind could clear up a lot of confusion.
Friday, March 21, 2014
There’s always a certain amount of tension when one sets up for another picture making session. After over fifty years of this, Lohbado knew the standard critiques by heart. He could hear the critical and discouraging voices of rigid people who lack imagination, telling him he was doing it all wrong, that what he's doing is not art. It's a waste of time. There’s always somebody who doesn’t approve of what you’re doing. Experts who love to point out where you went wrong are in plentiful supply.
Lohbado noticed thoughts gathering momentum. There are thoughts as thoughts. Then there's the content of thought. Let the thoughts come and go. Don't take them so serious. Don't get sucked into the usual squabbling.
Lohbado decided to slow down and take stock of his collection, take inventory of the things that piled up in his cupboards, then toss the things in the trash, or add them to handmade books.
Don't think so much. Set things up. Get to work. Don't worry about what others think. The world is waiting to be explored and enjoyed. There's no reason to be uptight.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Who is Max? What did he want? He pushed such questions to the max. What is the nature or essence of Max?
What exactly constitutes Max, other than a body and collection of memories, a set of habits and credentials, a bunch of opinions and strong emotions?
The underlying substance of Max involves a mix of OOO and CHA. Max in fact is an attribute of Oogah and his personality a mode, or modification of Oogah substance.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
|viewed through a window|
The last agonizing days of winter, things appear under a grey, dreary filter. Remove the filter and things are quite beautiful, plenty of line, pattern texture. The depression forces one to find ways to cope. It's either sink or swim, cheer up or be unhappy. One of Lohbado's many techniques is to embrace the blah feeling. Don't push it away. Don't hope for a better feeling. Eat the feeling. Digest it in one's body and mind. Feel the drowsiness, the heavy, negative state of mind. Ok, Club Morono doesn't offer false promises. This is all a story. After welcoming the misery, the bubble popped. Lohbado smiled. At one point, the desolation is so intense, it becomes picturesque.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
|picture taken about four years ago|
Many beautiful old church towers decorate the Montreal skyline. The other day, when Lohbado felt tired and dull, he gazed at this tower, coral green, sea green, blue sky. His mind relaxed as he contemplated the tower against the vast space of the sky. Then as he continued on his way, Lohbado enjoyed the interesting variety of signs and windows along the street.
Saturday, March 15, 2014
Friday, March 14, 2014
Somebody asked Lohbado, what's the point in meditating? What do you get out of it?
Buddhist meditation is a non-goal orientated activity. This sounds like a paradox, since one has a purpose for meditating. The paradox is part of the meditation process. Lohbado thought maybe an easy way to talk about why he meditated would be to refer to the four noble truths. They provide a basic overview of the process.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Lohbado recorded pictures of the city reflected in his mind. While speeding down a freeway, buildings appeared to sway back and forth and to twist and bulge. There are many ways of looking. A thing occurs in conjunction with thoughts related to the thing. As one contemplates the situation, one could choose from among numerous ways of communicating the experience. The only limitations are the limits of imagination, or what one will allow oneself to consider.
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
|ink on paper|
Lohbado couldn't sleep, even though he felt drowsy. He stayed up most of the night, working on Oogah books. He worked at the kitchen counter. Before long, a heap of material filled the kitchen. There's a tension between accumulating a heap of things and then organizing and digesting it. The nutrients or good ideas are absorbed. The rest is digested into compact form for the trash or recycling bin. Lohbado's art was ecological. He managed to transform most of the doss into gold.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Lohbado had sardines and spaghetti for lunch yesterday, to celebrate the time change. He put a little olive oil on the noodles, some cheddar cheese and half a can of sardines. He ate the rest of the sardines, fried on onions, garlic and ginger, with rice for supper.
Thursday, March 6, 2014
|this guy looks serious|
|shadow and light on the wall|
Be patient. Good days, bad days. Relax and pay attention to what may or may not be happening.
A serious expression happened in the drawing, because Lohbado drew with a soft pencil, which smudged at the edge of the mouth. It gave the character a kind of pained expression. Maybe Lohbado had a headache when he did the drawing. In any case, moods change and so does the weather.
Wednesday, March 5, 2014
Lohbado arguing with himself. Sometimes the restless mind gets carried away. It's good to have a look at one's mind, to relax and let go of the thoughts. It's amazing how easy it is to stir up conflict, to create problems where there were none and then to find elaborate, inconvenient solutions to the problems you created.