Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Circa 1970's


Where I present proof-positive that I was once young and held a typical 1970's haircut. As far as I am told, this is the only photo in existence with all five of us together.

The original image was probably taken with a 35mm camera or a Polaroid. I'm honestly not sure which. It has been cut with scissors around the outline of my siblings heads and sofa. Apparently the wall pattern was ugly. I'm not sure as I don't remember sitting for the photo.

As I only have a digital copy of it, I've done my best to make it as close to what I think it should look like.

MANW2017, Week 2

Wednesday, Week 2:

This week, more of a groove seemed to be appearing. I pushed some words on a story that may or may not work out. I believe I’m going to need to sit down and take the time to plot it out. Right now, it’s a difficult push and feels a bit like I’m trying to breathing in jelly.

On Monday, I gathered up some poetry I had written last October. The plan is to push this out with not only the poetry but content based on that poetry. It’s an idea I’ve had for quite some time now. This particular project seems to be coming together a little bit better.

So far, so good.

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Year of the Black Water Dragon






In the summer of the Year of the Black Water Dragon, I visited the Middle Kingdom.

I saw the vistas, smelled the air, ate the food, and became one with myself. I learned about ancient monuments and holy sages. I heard about Qin Shǐ Huángdì and the Silk Road. I learned how to walk into tombs with reverence and the magic of jade.

More than all of that, I learned what it was to be a guest in another country. It taught me humility and showed me my own hubris. I saw humble people willing to help a stranger. I saw miraculous technologies and wicked charlatans.

I lived in a back alley hutong in Beijing. I had a glorious hotel in Xi'an. I saw the Bund and the structures in Shànghǎi. I rode the bullet train and climbed the Great Wall at Bādálǐng. I ate street food and saw the night markets.

For a time, I was just one of the many billions of people in the Middle Kingdom. I was encompassed in history and art, in language and culture, in a maelstrom of confusion that led to a blissful existence. I had no worries, other than conversion rates, and learned to truly appreciate what it meant to live in the present.

The trip gave me many story seeds that are still percolating today. It moves me to seek out legends and how the philosophies and teachings could be brought into today's world. It fuels much of what I do.

It has made my gōng fu strong and has made my art stronger.