There’s no shortage of Buddhism-inspired marketing these days – and while some of it’s playful, it often can come on a bit strong, too.
Though it seems to depict Budai, the “fat Buddha” so often mistaken for Siddhartha Gautama, the historical Buddha, this new canned drink does away with accuracy altogether, renaming him after the product and creating a new legend for him.
“Thirsty Buddha,” reads the can, “believes that adequate hydration is essential to life, so much so that he has spent the better part of his in search of Mother Nature’s ultimate hydrator. With his lifelong journey, comes the success of his quest: Thirsty Buddha 100% Pure Coconut Water.” …And then, the kicker, at the top of the package: “It’s Buddhalicious!”
Thirsty Buddha is hardly the first beverage to try to siphon off a little of Buddhism’s cultural cachet. Since I’ve started covering the many collisions between dharma and mass-culture, I’ve seen Bodhichitta Wines, Guru Energy drink, and Lucky Beer — which also features Budai in its packaging, and uses flippant marketing language that makes reference to the Dalai Lama, enlightenment, and the Middle Way. And that’s just for starts.
By contrast, there’s this Washington Post story, that our Associate Publisher / circulation chief Alan Brush notes today: “Former Coke executive slams ‘share of stomach’ marketing campaign.” As Alan says, “Interesting that society has reached a point where a top exec at a major company can talk about ‘karmic debt.'”
I'm not so worried about ads that have little or nothing to do with the discoveries that sitting, awareness, insight or whatever Buddhism is really up to brings — but I do find myself a tad perturbed by the advertising of Buddhism itself — perturbed enough to have written a poem about it:
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Buy, sell
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How like so many other advertisements
the zen advertisement:
it appears there's peace in dollars,
dollars in peace,
just as there are dollars,
way more dollars,
in war.
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It is entirely possible to buy war,
perhaps profitable to do so:
profit
is measurable, quantitative —
two words not so easily attached
to heart's blood.
Peace? Peace is qualitative, immeasurable.
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I'm not saying there shouldn't be advertising, word of mouth, turning of wheels, or ways to know when lamas are in town — just that I don't think we've figured out how to do "insight advertising" yet…
Thanks for that, hipbone!