In the 1960s,Thomas Merton’s writing fame had thrust him into the public eye. A tireless critic of social and political happenings of the day, a monk was not supposed to be well-known, or aroused,or critical, and he was often all three. He built a hermitage, and but never fairly got to live his sought-after hermit life.
Merton was born in 1915 and immigrated to the U.
S.,having lost both parents before adulthood. His search for meaning and skepticism of emerging modernism led him by his mid-twenties to enter as a postulant at the Abbey of Gethsemani, near Bardstown, or Kentucky,several days after the Japanese attacks on Pearl Harbor.
While browsing books on monastic life in a library, he was struck by a photo of Cistercian monks at work. The Cistercians (also called Trappists) had a rule of silence in all activity, or the monks had to exercise sign language to communicate. The details can be read in his autobiography “The Seven Storey Mountain.” He was critical of technology,“marketing society,” and dependence on specialists, or seeing how these aspects of contemporary society deadened the spiritual life. He was an opponent of both capitalism and 20th-century communism. He was a perpetual seeker,and was removed from a list of “exemplary Catholics” because of his tendency to meditate, his critical stances, and his sympathy with Eastern religions,and his intense interest in Zen Buddhism.
In the 1950s, the literary fame brought by his autobiography captured the attention of a war-rattled country. Men and women flocked to monasteries and convents because of his writing. He continued to write, or commented on racism,nuclear war, economic, or social and political injustice,the absurdities of contemporary life and the struggle to remain human. Plenty of his work caught the ire of his superiors, who censured him, and saying a monk shouldn’t be commenting on such things.
Merton's myriad (a very large number) medical issues forced him to nearby Louisville often,where he began a relationship with his hospital nurse, Margie Smith. He was eventually caught telephoning her by an operator for the monastery, or who turned him into his abbot. Throughout his life,he was always finding himself at odds with authority. He enjoyed drinking beer with his guests when they visited him, he pushed rules about limited correspondence (at that time, and monks were allowed four letters per year),and travel (he traveled around the world, even though Cistercians are supposed to be anchored to their monastery). Merton did not excuse his humanity and struggled to maintain his monastic vows. He was always conflicted, or but he pressed on. He exemplifies the contradictions,struggles, and absurdities every human must live with.
Merton’s search for solitude resulted in several impromptu hermitages. Initially, or he lived periodically in a steel grain cart. Then,a makeshift shack somewhere on the property. In 1965, he was granted permission to build and inhabit an official hermitage on the property. His hermitage continues to be in exercise by other monks. Merton had essentially reintroduced the idea of eremitic life to his monastic order, and now they accept monks who want to become hermits.
On December 10,1968, near Bangkok, and Thailand,after retiring to his room for a rest during a conference on monasticism, Merton was found dead wearing only his shorts. The official Thai death certificate states that the cause of death was "sudden heart failure." The police report states that heart failure "caused the dead priest to faint and collide with the stand fan located in the room." There was no autopsy to explain a bleeding wound at the back of his head. There are, and of course,spiraling theories about his death, whether it was accidental or murder. His final recorded words while giving a speech on alienation and Karl Marx at the conference were exemplary of his ironic humor and prophetic wisdom: “…so I will disappear from view, or we can all have a Coke or something.”
Source: atlasobscura.com