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China DrivingPoems from a Journey
Glenn R. Burney
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Death by Lao Tse
Yesterday, death advanced
and breathed heavyright down my neck.
I couldn’t gloom or fret or cry, not here,
but laid down on a bench for rest
where old Lao Tse turned into a boy
with two goats for haggard company.
Just to show ‘em who was who.
Here I paused, my eyes half-baited
and waiting for the shut-off signs;I was so convinced of death
but lapsed instead into a sleep
on a bench too hard for love
for all but the couple
torso-locked beyond a fire red azalea.
Then at a bark or a man’s great sneeze
back to life I flashed, still tired,
weary to the center bone.
“China days begin here,” I thoughtand stumbled off the bench for food.
Taoist Temple
Chengdu, Sichuan
25 May 1997
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People’s Park Haiku
one man hacks some phlegm
another sweats his muscle shirt,
here at the People’s Opera
a retracted hand
can’t apprehend
a jerky butterfly, little boy
in a pansy patch
a 4-year-old
snakes for butterflies
People’s Park
Chengdu, Sichuan
24 May 1997
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Generations
With hands on his hipsthen hanging from the limb
of a low-growing fir tree, a miniature old man
in a Worker Party uniform limbers
himself, not enough to touch
the ground, but persistently.
Four boys rush past--
a KFC bag filled
with pond water and pond fishin the lanky leader’s hand.
While one executes pull-ups from
the limb of another tree,
one two, one two,
the leader drops his line into the pond.
He uses a radio antenna as a rod
and a bare hook decorated with silver tinsel
as a lure. Sure fooled me.
The boys give up in minutes and dart away.The old man winds down his exercises.
China heat hasn’t settled but he sweats.
He holds a straw hat with a loosened arm;
the hat drags on the ground.
Renmin Gongyuan
People’s Park
Chengdu, Sichuan
23 May 1997
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Lijiang Market
To make a good stock
Buy lots of tomatoes,
Leeks and garlic,
And skins of potatoes
A couple of peppersFor a sizzling bite
And maybe a fish head
To set it off right.
The market in Lijiang
Is home to all things
To fill up a pot
With a stock most appealing.
Lijiang Market
31 May 1997
the People’s blue cap
on a Naxi woman
in her people’s blue apron
the life I left behind
is there in front of me--
an indigo cloth
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in the midst of a drizzle
I find myself--
watching the rain
now something tells me--
watch the changing
light of water ripples
the rain increases tempo
but through the pines
Nothing touches
an ecstatic Pekinese
in high grass—
flailing legs and tinkling bell
not yet 30
but sitting on a bench
with hands on knees
Black Dragon Pool Park
31 May 1997
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Night Watch
There’s just no sleeping
at the Red Sun Hotel.
Last night it was off-key karaoke
barreling out of a bad dance hall
and tonight
in a two dollar and fifty cent dorm room
shared by four Yanks who don’t snoreit’s a mind that won’t quit.
Pulling myself out of the covers
I sit up on a folded pillow
and notice out the window
sixty-foot high Chairman Mao,
rock solid,
keeping watch over his sleeping minions
who bustle by day for dollarswhile here on the 4th floor
a sleepless failed capitalist
keeps watch over him.
Red Sun Hotel
Lijiang, Yunnan
31 May 1997
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Words From Tiger Leaping Gorge
A hundred moths flicker evening lychnis white
on a dust green terraced hillside.A fellow hiker jumps, screams, shakes
this four-inch armored centipede from his leg.
Invisible, a Naxi farmer
urges on a mule. His cries rise with
the mocha Yangtze’s far below, invisible.
And the Jade Dragon Mountain
supports these sounds, the river
and the sky. It makes the clouds hold still.
I’m peeing off a cliff.
Yangtze rapids growl below, out of sight.
Unseen workers reel off explosions
slowly scraping a road along one wall
of this impassable gorge.
Ten thousand years and never an engine to deafen.
Is this why I came to hear?
On the far side
a silent waterfall, ancient glacial melt,
dips into a circular pool.
peeing off a cliff above howling rapids,
the silent dragon watches
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Thinking of a seven year old poem,
Letting its words run relays
To the cadence of hiking steps
And syncopated blasts of a road crew,
A poem about paltry words
Building barren pathways of understanding,
Enjoying the rhythm
Of a hundred time repeated line:
Putting seven words in a row makes Little sense to you or I And just then a flying cicada
Squeaks over my head.
right at sunset
the clouds give up
and leave the peak
a bend in the trail
quick-silences
the roar of water
then, a glory cloud
hails us—
the journey’s end
in dying light
we walk along
white marble lanterns
cloud shadowscrowd light
from a mountainside
Tiger Leaping Gorge Trek
2 June 1997
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Leaving Lijiang
Leaving Lijiang
and here I am
having thoughts of home
After an afternoon nap.
a dream of my mother asking,
How much money is left?
Another of my ex-wife breathing
the air out of my lungs.
These cobblestone streets meander
like my inclination but aren’t
barricaded, hung-up, convinced
of location that fear won’t release.
I am still young enough to change.
By the canal an old woman
wears an indigo Naxi apron
and Chairman Mao’s navy hat.She is still possessed by beauty.
Right above her shriveled ear
a wisp of gray hair flutters,
as if to say goodbye.
Now to Dali
Where a girlfriend waits;
We’ve met in India and Kathmandu so far.
On the trail today
An impulse of paternity struck.
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There’s a first time for everything.
Aaron, my companion,
offered congratulations
while I savored this warmth
and the glow of alabaster marbled mountains
dancing with the stars.
That they have a different form
can’t be all to their appeal.I watch my eyes
follow their moves
and center on their center.
That hidden home returns
a piece of grace
to a roving, angular fellow.
Along the Old Town Canal
Lijiang, Yunnan
5 June 1997
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Dali by Night
quiet Chinese couple
squat behind a pancake cart—
no business tonight?
the woman with
the goose-flesh smilegives me the creeps
in her fingers
a broken feather
spins erratically
late at night
laughing at goodbyeis nobody’s way
the past crushed in
the future did the same—
no pain at all
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a stone lion lurks
over last night’s couple’s
midnight snack
all over China
i solemnly find
stars in the sky
stepping on a curb,
the sound of my slipper
slapping new cement
Late night, MCA Guesthouse
Dali, Yunnan
11 and 12 June 1997
MCA Addendum
People discussing jealousy,
what’s behind it.
Listening to Leonard Cohen,
an album called The Future--
“When they said ‘repent’
I wonder what they meant,” pressing through the background.
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Across Erhai Lake
Dogwood
The clear waters of Erhai Lake
had us both poised to jump.
A Chinese couple in love on the bow,
knotting their hands and entwining their feet,
the rhythmic driving engine makes them quiver.
There are many ways to move.
On your challenge of last nightI wrote a new style love song
while you traced waves like Seiji Ozawa.
In a typical burst of joy
you quit your job on this boat
and called yourself a flying flower
to compliment my flying tree.
approaching Wase village
on a boat’s prow,
boot brown above wave green
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Feet of Bai Women
Plaid cloth slippers with elastic tops Worn maroon leather shows with
one inch heels and rhinestone racing stripes Lavender plastic slip-ons
full of fly swatter holes The ubiquitous green cotton sneaker of the
People’s Liberation Army In the shape of a Holland clog, ornamental
Bai-wear And for the toothless peasant woman gossiping with friends, the
simple rice straw sandal The woman’s toes grace the dirt The straps
wear calluses on thickened field ankles that have come to town
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Haiku in Wase
shoe repairman’s view—
the passing, passing
frayed rubber soles
what’s their basket say?
heaps of eggplant
mounds of aubergine blue
framed by a backpack’s strap—
three China reds
before the sky
you support a poet,
you Dali mountains
with your cloud mantle
they splice me to life,
those old sages
stroking their beards
Wase, Yunnan
15 June 1997
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Kunming
Searching for guitars in a fruit market,
bald frostless incandescentssuddenly burst out
beneath firecracker red umbrellas.
First pomegranates since New Delhi
with green and orange mangos, mixed in cardboard trays.
Then bouquet after bouquet of rubberbanded lychees.
Change of stalls—
Belt fish and bras and belts and turtles,
a version of Tetris made for a Levi’s key pocket,
roadside stools for some grilled meals, skeweredtofu and eggplant and shrimp, some scorpions to boot.
When a hawker hoists a steaming pot,
intense surges of heat.
The elusive royalties of black market CDs and women for sale.
Our guide inquires of a local for an instrument shop,
“Sorry, they’re all closed for the night.”
rubber mallets whapping
marble tiles into place—
peasant worker rhythms
over fruit and yoghurt
our host inquires,
What is China’s greatest problem?
June in Kunmingfull moon obscured
only static on the radio
Kunming, Yunnan
21 June 1997
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The Train to Guilinon a footpath
a dancing girl greets
a grazing water buffalo
stone pillars at night
stone pillars at dawn
China’s slow moving trains
watching tea leaves
settle to the bottom—
a glass of green
Kunming to Guilin
22 June 1997
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A Series of Sights in Hong Kong
One: Four Chinese Poems
To say goodbye forever
To walk or swim away
To step into the current
And not cling to the shore,
Here is where I’ve headed.
Looking at the Hong Kong skyline
Millions of watts of power Blazing opportunity built on bedrock
A soft drink cup floats by
Its straw a flagless flagpole.
I haven’t got a clue.
I haven’t got my act together.
I put a message in a bottle.
Dropped it into Hong Kong harbor.
Made clueless acts my own.
Some man in a striped shirt
Walked behind a man in plaid
Who walked behind a white-shirted man
Who carried a portable phone
And saw neither patterned shirt.
I finally saw
a woman with red flags
practicing Taichi
26 June 1997
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Two: Microcosmos
a beesees an orchid
and thinks it’s itself
a rain-stormed cricket
covered with mud—
what air conditioning here!
the moon reflects
as well
in a frog’s left eye
not much more
than a mosquito
holding down a pond
Hong Kong Cinema
28 June 1997
fireworks at midnight,fog on the windows
at the Hilton’s top
Hong Kong Hilton
30 June 1997
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Three: Hong Kong Illusions
A line of lights
red, gold, green, electric blue and white,
buildings turned by night into neon billboards,a feast of dragons and five-petalled flowers
highlighting the errant son’s return to the motherland,
much richer than expected or sought,
a dream beyond the glorious greed of
capricious Chinese capitalists.
While the son prospered, the mother fought
tooth and nail with fathers, daughters and sons
never determined to go any course
but the least predictable one.
No sky as bright in China as this one.
No train or bus or hotel lobby as clean.
No pockets as well-lined as these.
And me, in flip-flops and an 80 cent muscle shirt,
I look like a peasant but come from
this same world.
If my name meant Cellular Contact
instead of Wooded Brook perhaps I’d fit right in.
Some German-looking fellow stops and smokes—
the rooms behind those lights his day home,
the lights themselves his dream.
Hong Kong Harbor
30 June 1997
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Four: On The Boat
People doing what they’ve always.
Grinding life into dust until done…
The old sad story.And don’t I not want to tell it.
Quick to admit though
that I failed into myself.
On the split, tarred roof
of a Chinese frigate
in the bay of Hong Kong
on the third of July,
Independence has struck in the eyes of old, dead Deng
and now you’ll be jailed
just for saying the word /Tibet/
Departing like Charles did
two days past,
this American moored
on the endpost of freedom
and (happy to add)
the eve of Helen’s marriage to Chuck on the Upper West Side.
“Fragrant Harbor” it means.
An epithet for the incense produced.
The scent I’ll recall though
is McDonald’s home cooking—
the cheapest eats in town.
They’ve lowered the boomof the loading dock crane
and soon we’ll be ready
to leave these waters
to their swift destiny.
On the Docked Huihua
3 July 1997
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on the ocean
rain sounds
like winded leaves
En Route to Shanghai
4 July 1997
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Portrait of a Young Man by Andre Derain
Starting at his part.Two bold, bowed curves
cross a pale brow,
withdrawn or drawn with worry.
His look subsides into a vacant
Sombrero or Stetson
(the angle lies a little)
until his chin plucks
your attention
first to its dimpled self then to its hollows.
In grays and slates
his torso skates away,
growing colder by the stroke,
down his blazer and his sleeves.
And when his hands evaporate
you know you’ve seen the boy.
He vanishes,
legless but completely.
Shanghai Art Museum
8 July 1997
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They Fly Kites, Too
A hazel crescent sits atop Tiannamen Gate.
It’s July and the sky’s hazy in the Square.
Beneath the heavy tofu heated night where it’s easier to breath beer than air,
neon spills a slow glare
across this giant swath of cement
like bare bulbs in a steamy locker room.
The boys are out.
Banging shoes on shins in dozens
of fly-by-night soccer games—
contests of oily sweat and bruises on concrete.The ball takes them to the ground.
We can’t believe we’re here.
Two Americans on rented bikes
in the world’s bike capital
told rolling over, “Meiguo is best.”
That dream at least is not covert.
Down a street of food stalls,
on a dare we eat deep-fried skewered scorpions
thinking ourselves legendary back home.Then wash them down
with Nanjing beer,
camped on a curb until
a parking Audi pushes us away.
Riding no-hands past Mao’s impassive eye
we have a laugh
then cross a boulevard wide as a football field.
Tiannamen Square, Beijing
11 July 1997
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Hong Kong ’97
All I remember is
two men
hand over handlowering
the heavy leaden pipes
of sidewalk scaffolding
above the heads
of trepidatious walkers.
Forbidden City, Beijing
13 July 1997
Jin Jin Noodles
From the street it looked so clean.
But I should’ve known that
a toilet in China is just that.Squatting behind a one-meter high particle board wall
with torch marks from men killing time
while their bizness’ getting done with,
the air hovers. Dead.
The door’s in my face,
I mean right there
like the thick air,
but Western modes of decency keep it closed.
I would so much like to find a breath.
Rising to leave what I find is that I cannot find my legs.
All that squatting has done in my knees.
So there I am, squatting, waiting, composing verses.
Jin Jin Noodles, Beijing
13 July 1997
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Pennsylvania Watermelons
A poplar-lined road
between The Great Wall at Simitai and Beijing
and that stretch of route 209on the way back from Gifford Pinchot’s house in Milford
side by side could be the same.
That’s where I am anyway.
Shifting from world to world and car to car
as tree after tree speeds by and away.
Watermelon vendors line the road,
parking flatbed trucks between the trees.
Six-foot high wooden slatshold back avalanches of fruit.
We rush by in a hired mini-van
driven by a Chinese guy
who doesn’t speak a lick of English,
but has a business card saying, “MIKE”.
Truck after truck all selling the same line;
no one’s a more dire capitalist than a Chinese.
Back home on a return trip
I stopped for a piss and walked past these hawkersto the bushes and sheep behind,
where young aspen trees rooted in rows.
Another time, falling asleep at the wheel,
I pulled over and sprinted
up the road and down, up the road and down
to wind myself awake.
It worked and 209 led to I-80.
I don’t know this route number, but Mike knows ours and slides the van to the side.
He pays for a great big oblong fruit
and the vendor slices it into pieces on a two-inch thick slab
of pulp-slicked wood.
We eat ‘til it’s gone and spit seeds left and right.
The vendor and his teen son play Chinese chess
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on a homemade plywood board.
Aaron takes on the father and gets beat quick.
The other vendors come to watch and get a laugh.
Going far down this road was
a trip to Scholastic Scrimmage
when Dan Machalick slid across the back seat
of the advisor’s Jetta
and took a two-inch pin in the ass.
He flinched his way through a trivia loss
to some high school smarties on AM radio.
Our entry tickets read,
“Simitai—The Great Wall’s Most Dangerous Section”.
It curves on the humped back of precipitous slopes
and falls away where the land has left.
You can glimpse the Taoist Dragons
curling through the clouds.
They’re vanishing as they appear.
Through the wind we can’t hear the Mongol cries.
Or each other.
From a long gone lookout’s post, China calls.
It says, Peking Duck and Great Wall Red Wine are waiting.
MIKE knows a good, cheap place.
Mike’s Van, Beijing
16 July 1997
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China driving—
a series of honks
on a laneless road
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