
Why Won’t You Be My Teacher?
An ex-monk and an aspiring practitioner discuss writing and Zen over wine and homemade schnapps. By Shozan Jack Haubner Two years ago Karl messaged me on Twitter. He had read my books. He too lived in Vienna. He wanted to buy me a beer at a famous socialist pub. He seemed odd and grumpy, like I owed him money, even though we’d never met. I’ve since discovered that saying someone is odd and grumpy is just another way of saying they’re Austrian. We’ve become good friends. I recently learned that his daughter was born on his living room rug. Not by choice. … Continue reading Why Won’t You Be My Teacher?