Jeanne must have been Shunryu Suzuki's youngest real student and maybe
Mitsu's youngest tea ceremony student, and she sewed rakusu and okesa
with Yoshida too. Yoshida who we called Yoshida Roshi came to ZC from
Japan just to teach us the proper way to sew these garments of
ordination. - DC
Broad Mind - a Brief Memory Sent March 13, 2021
from an email Jeanne sent DC July 14, 2017 - in Interviews
From Jeanne's Facebook page:
Jeanne's mother is Dianne DiPrima, a beat poet and early Suzuki student. Dianne spent a good amount of time at Tassajara with her children. Jeanne was the oldest and worked with DC in the dining room serving guests. Dianne dedicated Memoirs of a Beatnik (1969) to Jeanne. Jeanne's step-father was Alan Marlowe. Her aunt is Jeri Marlowe.
Here are two poems for Jeanne Diane wrote. - thanks for sending them Jeanne
LETTER TO JEANNE (at Tassajara) dry heat of the Tassajara canyon moist warmth of San Francisco summer bright fog reflecting sunrise as you step out of September zendo heart of your warmth, my girl, as you step out into your Vajra pathway, glinting like your eyes turned sideways at us your high knowing 13-year-old wench smile, flicking your thin ankles your trot toward Adventure all sizes & shapes, O may it be various for you as for me it was, sparkle like dustmotes at dawn in the back of grey stores, like the shooting stars over the Hudson, wind in the Berkshire pines O you have landscapes dramatic like mine never was, uncounted caves to mate in, my scorpio, bright love like fire light up your beauty years on these new, jagged hills Diane DiPrima 1970 SONG TO BABY-O, UNBORN Sweetheart when you break thru you’ll find a poet here not quite what one would choose I won’t promise you’ll never go hungry or that you won’t be sad on this gutted breaking globe but I can show you baby enough to love to break your heart forever Diane DiPrima 1957
Jeanne wrote 3/16/21
There are a lot of people writing tributes to my mother right
now, and my brother is spearheading a movement to rename the small park on Page
Street after her. Some remember her
art, some her way of living, and some her manner. She
could be gruff, and somewhat aloof. The bristles were her way of protecting her
art energy and making sure it always had space to thrive. She
threw me around the world, and taught me how to find plenty in every situation,
regardless. If you had blood in your veins you could always put food on the
table one way or the other, enough to feed everybody. Sometimes,
with Allen Ginsberg and that crew, it was their actual blood that they sold for
those groceries. But one way or the
other Diane always had art being made and a lot of soup on the stove, lentil or
garbanzo bean soup.
Diane brought me to my teacher, Suzuki Roshi when I was six.
SIX! And moved us back out to
California when I was eleven so she could study with Roshi. That
allowed me to begin sitting and studying tea ceremony with Okusan at 12 years
old. I sewed my rakusu when I was 12 (1969), and I got so spend those amazing
summers at Tassajara because Diane knew that Roshi had something she wanted. I
am overwhelmed as I think of all she did for me to help me grow and to help me
practice in this lifetime. I know I
I remember sewing your priests robe under the auspices of Yoshida Roshi. Do you remember that?
DC: Of course.
I felt so important and so connected to everyone when I was allowed to work on it. I hope you know that the time I spent at Tassajara was incredibly important to me. I felt such a sense of family among the students. I remember when I sat Tangario (sp?) I only had to sit for three days not five. Wow was that hard. Can you imagine sitting for three days when you were 13?
DC: I think three days was the most people did unless it was for practice period. Jeanne was treated as an adult, followed the same schedule as everyone.