by Kenny J Baez
Saturday, April 05, 2008
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This poem I wrote this morning. I read the bio of an AD author, crystalwizard, and, being a great Gandalf and Professor Tolkien fan, and, being in China, I decided to write something quickly off-the-silk-robe-cuff.
Li Bai has formerly been known to us Westerners as Li Po.
As I say, it's a rough sketch, a harp improvisation, so I won't win a jade gold medal at the Beijing Poetry Olympics, not just yet!
A Scottish wizard in Tang dynasty China
met Li Bai the celebrated poet.
Like Li Bai, he was always on the move,
a wanderer in search of the new.
Like Li Bai, he was fond of a drink,
and like Li Bai, he was lonely, too.
Lonely, but cheerful and brave,
with spells to take away sadness.
A little harp he called the clarsach,
it's music, like waterfall from a sacred mountain.
The Scottish wizard they called Green Bamboo,
Zhu Qing. His kilt and cloak
and pointed hat caused quite a stir.
His hairy muscular legs
were so distinctive.
His Chinese was perfect Mandarin.
My teacher, he said, was Master Chin.
In Shandong province, he began his work
of dragon-study and animal lore;
the ancient annals he poured over.
Then, to the water-city of Liaocheng
he felt drawn. News of it's beauty
were told to him by a wandering scholar.
And, in Liaocheng, began the story
of Zhu Qing's quest for the Great
Water Book of the Emperor Li Feng.
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|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Darlin, Ken... How I've so enjoyed my trail through these old friends of mine, your poems. So many seem as crystal in my memory and it seems that it could only be yesterday that you wrote them, a wee catalogue of the life and times we kinda shared, back in the Askrigg days. How our lives have changed! Here you are, now sage old mandarin, wowing all your little chinois Arwens with your tales of Nordic forests and sporren. And I've my first reading assignment for a litmag in Los Angeles! But how well I remember that it was the Monk's Room at Totleigh Barton that started it all off, just four years' ago... my debt is unquantifiable. I've written and phoned to no avail... but it's perhaps all well with the world that meet again upon these pages. Love always, Kate xx
Oh... and by the way... if these are just the notes, can't wait for the fully-fledged version(s)... Cosimo hiding out along The Great Wall... xx
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|i think this is wonderful!! what a gift for your readers when you share your adventures|