BOOKS: 孙子兵法 [Sunzi’s Art of War] by Sunzi

孙子兵法白话全译孙子兵法白话全译 by 史哲 文
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

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In thirteen short chapters, Sunzi lays out a masterclass in strategy. One sees in Sunzi’s work the mark of a Taoist mindset, seeing it in the book’s emphasis on engaging in warfare only when necessary, doing things the easy way whenever possible, and never letting one’s ego write checks one isn’t able to cash in lives.

There is good reason that this is one of the world’s most well-known (if not the most well-known) treatise on warfare. Far from being complicated and technical, this guide is full of pithy teachings such as: “War is the way of deception.” “No country ever benefited from a long war.” “Defeating the enemy without fighting is supreme excellence.” “To be undefeated lies in oneself, to be victorious lies in the enemy.” “Know the enemy and yourself and victory is assured; know heaven and earth and victory is complete.” (And these teachings are even more concise in the original Chinese.)

In addition to basics like leadership, maneuver, and terrain, the book devotes chapters to both the use of fire and spies in warfare. (One’s level of understanding is central to strategic victory throughout Sunzi’s teachings.)

I’d highly recommend this book for anyone interested in strategy, martial arts, or other strategic pursuits. The book may be ancient, but it’s not obsolete by any means.

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Cat [Lyric Poem]

Seems wrong to call cat ladies crazy;
It's the perfect pet for the lazy.
Put out some food, water, and a box,
And sit back and be crazy like a fox.

PROMPT: Hard Work

In what ways does hard work make you feel fulfilled?

Presuming there is a product or productive outcome, therein lies the fulfillment.

If the work is Sisyphean, it chafes my preference for wu wei.

Swimmingly [Lyric Poem]

Moving at a glide --
No strain, no effort,
Rolling side to side,
No lord or escort.

Things are going SWIMMINGLY.

“Fascinated” [Poetry Style #16] by Sikong Tu [w/ Audio]

The scent: copper-carpeted pine forest;
A stream rushes through: swirling, burbling;
Blue sky and snowcaps peek through the treetops.
In the distance, fishermen are trawling.
A young lady with flowing hair and gown
Passes gracefully through the thick woodlands.
Eyes move when she moves and stop when she stops,
Following her transit down the valley.
The mind shows not its usual chaos,
But is effortlessly anchored to her.
As if to a huge rising moon.
As if to blazing autumn hues.

NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a translation of the sixteenth of the twenty-four poems.

Harmony [Free Verse]

Tap the resonance
And vibrate at the rate
Of those eternal emanations --
The thrumming under-pulse
Of the Universe.

The ripples that can't be heard
Or felt haptically,
But must be tuned into
To feel, otherwise.

Downshift what is you --
Put your Self into idle.

Don't panic
As you start to slide --
Frictionlessly,
A lack of friction that's
Unfamiliar & Uncomfortable,

But which will be the way
One's worldline plays out --
Effortlessly -- to the end.

“Natural” [Poetry Style #10] by Sikong Tu [w/ Audio]

Stoop anywhere and pluck it up,
But if you look 'round - it's not there.
Any path may lead you to it.
A stroke of the brush becomes Spring,
And the flowers are in full bloom. --
It's like seeing a new year dawn:
Snatch at it and you won't have it.
Seize it by force and you'll be poorer.
Be like the old mountain hermit --
Like duckweed gathered by stream flow.
Find calm amidst storms of feeling
By knowing Heaven's harmonies.

NOTE: The late Tang Dynasty poet, Sikong Tu (a.k.a. Ssŭ-k‘ung T‘u,) wrote an ars poetica entitled Twenty-Four Styles of Poetry. It presents twenty-four poems that are each in a different tone, reflecting varied concepts from Taoist philosophy and aesthetics. Above is a translation of the tenth of the twenty-four poems.

Yielding to the Flow [Free Verse]

A slender leaf
floats downstream.

Its tip touches
a stouter leaf,
sending the
slender leaf
spinning.

The leaf continues to
twist as it drifts,

Making it seem spastic,
but it neither rushes
nor dawdles.

It matches the flow,
letting gravity &
currents do all the work.

It races only when it
plunges through
a narrow channel,

But it downshifts just as
effortlessly as the
stream widens.

The leaf's action is
unforced, yielding to
energy imparted upon it.

PROMPT: Clutter

Where can you reduce clutter in your life?

My mind. It’s a constant battle.

Crouching Tiger [Free Verse]

In a square hut -
beside a craggy pass -
lived a Crouching Tiger,
a man of spontaneity
who danced to no music,
staggered when sober,
rested in times of urgency,
& labored when there seemed
to be nothing in need of doing.

He was courted by Emperors,
but shunned them.
The only way the Emperor
could get him to visit was
to order his exile.