01-26-2024, 03:09 AM
Hi TqB
I though the ‘specialist’ in the original gave the piece an edge/context that’s missing in the revision.
The problem, for me, was twofold: firstly not knowing that coins were used in the I Ching (thus the wheat pennies are explained) and second, the suddenness of ‘Beyond I traverse a meadow’ (I didn’t get much sense of N travelling through that ravine.)
Also, a ravine has only limited possibilities of movement (you go up or down, unless you choose to climb out of it) so difficult to see what role the I Ching is playing, or what the delusions might be.
Some passing thoughts ...
I find myself in a ravine.
where, like a stream,
I must fill each ragged hole
so I can move on.
I have no map
only the I Ching
to withstand the delusions,
I throw my wheat pennies
calculate my mortal future
in broken or unbroken lines. ……….. feels like a mention of a hexagram wouldn’t go amiss here
the jagged walls of this path
have led to a meadow
where dragons have fought.
I step over the splashes
of yellow and black blood
to the shore of a lake
to where a mountain struggles
with Heaven and the question
of the next second.
I close the book.
Best, Knot
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I though the ‘specialist’ in the original gave the piece an edge/context that’s missing in the revision.
The problem, for me, was twofold: firstly not knowing that coins were used in the I Ching (thus the wheat pennies are explained) and second, the suddenness of ‘Beyond I traverse a meadow’ (I didn’t get much sense of N travelling through that ravine.)
Also, a ravine has only limited possibilities of movement (you go up or down, unless you choose to climb out of it) so difficult to see what role the I Ching is playing, or what the delusions might be.
Some passing thoughts ...
I find myself in a ravine.
where, like a stream,
I must fill each ragged hole
so I can move on.
I have no map
only the I Ching
to withstand the delusions,
I throw my wheat pennies
calculate my mortal future
in broken or unbroken lines. ……….. feels like a mention of a hexagram wouldn’t go amiss here
the jagged walls of this path
have led to a meadow
where dragons have fought.
I step over the splashes
of yellow and black blood
to the shore of a lake
to where a mountain struggles
with Heaven and the question
of the next second.
I close the book.
Best, Knot
.

