There is no need to accept everything written in these books (I certainly don't) and try not to dismiss all of Buddhism just because many of the ideas are unbelievable to you. So tread softly, pick out the Anadins and feel free to leave the sugar pills behind if you don't have faith in them. Meditation, on the other hand, is like an Anadin pill, it has inherent value, it will help you even without your belief in it. My belief is that some Buddhist rituals are actually sugar pills, they have no intrinsic worth but if you believe wholeheartedly in their benefits they actually will help you. A lot of what you will read in these Buddhist books can be divided into sugar pills and Anadin pills. Compare this to the Anadin pill which will cure your headache whether you believe in it or not. However, if you believe strongly enough that the sugar pill will cure your headache then your pain will actually disappear. The sugar pill has absolutely no inherent power to cure headaches.
The following metaphor may help (please forgive any generalisations): there are two pills, a sugar pill and an Anadin pill. I haven't updated this list in ages, shows you how much I read these days!īefore you dive into Buddhist books you should start with the right attitude. They are mostly on spiritual/religious subjects, particularly Buddhism, maybe you'll find something illuminating here. Rufus Wainwright hits the Danforth Music Hall June 11 and 12.Here is a small list of some books that I have read that you may find of interest. Expecting camp-crazy Neil Tennant (who exec produced) to lay down the law is just loopy. 2 and the arch Going To A Town, are strongest, and I’m totally into the seething political critique that’s become more prominent in your music, but I wish you’d had, say, a Van Dyke Parks on board to help focus this disc.
Even in the thick of the gay hell years, I can’t imagine you would’ve penned something as graceless as the line “I shed a tear / between my legs.” The more considered ballads here, like the languid Leaving For Paris No.
But the outlandish baroque-cubed excess here, from the warbling chorales to the bleating woodwinds, weighs down track after track after track after track – often, sadly, at the expense of your songwriting. After all, you have a better pedigree (and taste) than most of your peers. In theory, self-producing Release The Stars made perfect sense – especially when you intended to make a spare, personal statement with open spaces and cocktail confessions. But, sweetheart, you need a steady hand to keep you in check. I thrill to your Wagnerian histrionics and crushed-velvet piano serenades. Rufus, j’adore you you’re my favourite reluctant gay messiah.
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