Like A Teapot

It's not so much that we break bad habbits; we must replace them.

Joel Osteen

When you are in peace, you have power.

Joel Osteen

Criticism is something we can avoid easily -- by saying nothing, doing nothing, and being nothing.

Aristotle

Sometimes critics have rebuked me for making the theme of Canada's intellectual poverty the theme of several of my plays. But if I may speak in my own defence, critics normally live in big cities and mix with sophisticated people, whereas I have lived in places that were small and culturally undernourished, and I know what that does to the people who live in such circumstances and have nothing upon which to hone the mind. The things of the spirit are fully as necessary as the things of the flesh, and where they do not exist, a serious disease appears which I have called Cultural Rickets. And of course it must be remembered that these plays were written many years ago and that things in Canada are changing, and intellectual isolation is not as severe as once it was. But I will not be moved from my conviction that what I have shown in my plays are certain aspects of truth, and the task of the playgoer, and the reader, is to find the truth wrapped in the theatricality.

Robertson Davies

This is a supplement to the discussion of a poem by ancient Chinese poet Wang Wei that started in quentin's blog. It is a modest attempt to facilitate western readers' appreciation of the intricate beauty in that widely celebrated poem, which I am afraid may be lost in translation. I do not blame the translators for any shortfall as I know how difficult a task they faced. As indicated earlier, I shall concentrate on the most enchanting part of the poem, which is highhighted in blue down below.

It describes a life attitude as well as a daytime activity of a middle-aged man who is influenced by Buddhism and enjoys a carefree life in the mountains: he strolls around leisurely and eventually arrives at where a stream ends. He then sits down and watches misty clouds forming and rising from the water. Note the Chinese character for cloud in its traditional form: 雲. Does it not look like water rising up from a river or a sea?

Philosphically it says: nothing ends; it flows from one form to another. I may have reached the end of the stream, but it does not matter. I sit down to appreciate another fantastic view of water (this time running upward in the form of mist and rising cloud). I simply go with the flow.

This is distinctly the Way's point of view. But it should be fairly easy to understand. Remember Greek philosopher Heracleitus also declares that there is a unity in the world which is formed by the combination of opposites. "Everything flows; nothing stands still."

If you care for humour, it may also remind you of what German philosopher Schopenhauer says about its attribute: a sense of humour is a divine characteristic because it makes it possible for a man to maintain his soul in freedom (from being chained) and seek the ultimate joy in life that lies in the creation or cherishing of what is beautiful.

Linguistically, it has a glory all its own. I do not know how to convey it but to urge you to investigate how Edward Elgar's Symphony No.1 in A flat major, Op. 55 was received when it was first performed in Britain's and Europe's music halls a century ago. Rapture is perhaps the word to describe Chinese readers' reaction to the poetic splendour. That is more than delight and respect. After all, Wang Wei was also a painter and a musician.

English translation:

Villa on Zhongnan Mountain (Version A)

In my middle years I came to much love the Way
and late made my home by South Mountain's edge.
When the mood comes upon me, I go off alone,
and have glorious moments all to myself.
I walk to the point where a stream ends,
and sitting, watch when the clouds rise.
By chance I meet old men in the woods;
we laugh and chat, no fixed time to turn home.

My Villa at Mount Zhongnan (Version B)

In my mid life I began to love the Buddha Law.
I decided to live the rest of my life at the foot of Mount Zhongnan.
When I am in the mood for an outing, I wander alone in the woods.
I savour the pleasant feelings with no one.
I stroll along the brook to its origin.
Then I sit down and watch the rising clouds.
Occasionally I meet an elderly woodsman.
I chat and laugh, forgetting to return home.
In simplified Chinese:

终南别业 王维

中岁颇好道，晚家南山陲。
兴来每独往，胜事空自知。
行到水穷处，坐看云起时。
偶然值林叟，谈笑无还期。