Marmot [Lyric Poem]

I came across a chubby marmot
In some puffed up outer garment.
A fur coat over its furry coat?
Or mainlining from the gravy boat?

DAILY PHOTO: Drum Tower [鼓楼] of Beijing

BOOKS: “Language” by Xiaolu Guo

LanguageLanguage by Xiaolu Guo
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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This book is excerpted from a full-length novel entitled, A Concise Chinese-English Dictionary for Lovers, and it conveys what it’s like to be a stranger in a strange land — particularly when one has only a rudimentary grasp of the local language. Specifically, the story revolves around a young Chinese woman who moves to London to pursue her studies. In London, the young woman becomes involved with an older man, and much of the story looks at how culture — and particularly language — impacts the nature of the relationship. (And, also, how being in a relationship with a native of her new home impacts her language learning.)

Perhaps the most important factor influencing whether a reader will like or loath this book is how one feels about reading broken English. Like the dialectic poetry of Paul Laurence Dunbar, this book isn’t written in grammatically correct standard English. The broken – “learner’s” – English is quite effective at conveying the struggle of language learning and how culture and language are intertwined. But if reading grammatically incorrect writing gives you a headache, then this book is not for you.

As for why this book consists of excerpts, it’s part of a series called “Vintage Minis” that consists of short (or excerpted) works from prominent authors from around the globe, generally with a straightforward unifying theme. [Vintage Classics is an imprint of Penguin Random House.] The fact that the book was an excerpt didn’t create a problem for me. The origin material is a literary fiction novel and doesn’t seem to be significantly plot-driven. It’s much more character-driven, and thus getting a limited picture doesn’t open up a lot of unanswered questions about what will come next. In other words, it felt like it could have been a full piece of short, character-driven literary fiction.

I enjoyed reading this slim volume. I think it offers interesting insight into being a language learner abroad. If you’re interested in the challenges of language and culture in an unfamiliar place, this thin book is well worth reading.

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“Fulani Creation Myth” by Anonymous [w/ Audio]

At the beginning there was a huge drop of milk.
Then Doondari came and he created the stone.
Then the stone created iron;
And iron created fire;
And fire created water;
And water created air.
Then Doondari descended the second time.
And he took the five elements
And he shaped them into man.
But man was proud.
Then Doondari created blindness,
and blindness defeated man.
But when blindness became too proud,
Doondari created sleep,
and sleep defeated blindness;
But when sleep became too proud,
Doondari created worry,
and worry defeated sleep;
But when worry became too proud,
Doondari created death,
and death defeated worry.
But then death became too proud,
Doondari descended for the third time,
And he came as Gueno, the eternal one.
And Gueno defeated death.

NOTE: The Fulani (also known as Fula and Fulbe) are a West African herding tribe that live in Mali, Niger, Nigeria, Guinea, and Senegal.

DAILY PHOTO: Hindu Parade Floats

PROMPT: Proud

What are you most proud of in your life?

Keeping going.

But if pride goeth before the fall…

Red Panda [Lyric Poem]

The Red Panda: more red than Panda Bear --
I'll grant you similarity of facial hair.
Why is it not "the Ginger Raccoon?"
Too much like a bamboo-eating Irish buffoon?

“I’m Happy to Be a Free Yogi” by Drukpa Kunley [w/ Audio]

I'm happy to be a free Yogi,
growing evermore into inner happiness.

I can have sex with many women
as it helps them find the path of liberation.

Outwardly I'm a fool
and inwardly I live a clear spiritual path.

Outwardly I enjoy wine and women
and inwardly I work for the benefit of all beings.

Outwardly I live for my pleasure
and inwardly I do everything in the right moment.

Outwardly I'm a ragged beggar
and inwardly a blissful Buddha.

Butterfly [Lyric Poem]

Poor, old butterfly lost a chunk of wing.
It’s not that it bleeds, not that it stings,
It’s that it can never go where it aims;
It pulls left, no matter how it strains.
Exhausted, it parks, becoming living remains.

Reunited [Haiku]

water parts,
rounding a boulder,
then is reunited.