Category Archives: Asia

Here They Come!

Imbolc                                                                 Valentine Moon

Here’s a link to a new service by the Atlantic, a China channel.  If you follow this link and read the very sensible and wise assessment of the US/China situation by Lee Kuan Yew, the former president of Singapore, you will have a greater grasp of the politics than, apparently, do most of the members of our Congress.  Yew points out certain inevitables like:  China is already a world power and eventually will out pace the US in most if not all indices.  Our relative power in the world will decline.  This has all happened before.

(picture from the Atlantic China channel)

No, not the rise of China and the relative decline of the US, but world powers rise and fall over the course of history.  No big story there.  This gradual change just happens to be underway in our lifetime.

He says, and I agree, that China is no Soviet Union.  That is, they are not set on world domination.  What they want is their place in the world, one in accord with their size, economy and long history.  And, they will get it.

This is a key point.  With or without a sensible US policy China’s rise is certain.  What we can do is manage our reaction to it and help to guide both China and the world as a whole toward amicable relations in trade and political discourse.  Yew makes these points much better than I can.

What I want to add is this.  Even in a state of relative decline the US will still be formidable from a military, economic, innovation and educational perspective.  None of these are trivial.  And we have come to this position of prominence with a history of barely 400 years, much less if you count from our war of independence.  After less than 300 years as a nation we can stand face to face with a civilization with 4,000 years of history.  That is no mean achievement and its reality will not fade as time goes on.

We have been privileged by geography, natural resources, immigrant vigor and by a culture developed on Enlightenment principles of equality and personal freedom.  As Yew also accurately points out though, these Enlightenment principles are time and culture bound.  They are not universal.  It is no more appropriate to think that democracy and individualism should be adopted by other countries than it is to think that Christianity should be accepted as a universal religion.

Perhaps the biggest barrier to understanding between our two cultures can by symbolized by our financial systems emphasis on share holder value rated by corporate performance in quarterly increments versus China’s willingness to build their military over several decades.  We are a sound byte people, addicted to the moment and often ahistorical.  To thrive in a cultural clash with a competitor that has decades and centuries in its vision we must adopt longer term time horizons and realize that ethnocentrism, which was never appropriate as a guide for national policy, may become downright dangerous.

Should we become culturally different?  No.  Should we recognize that others, like the Chinese, might feel the same way?  Yes.

 

 

 

 

Percussive

Imbolc                                                                           Valentine Moon

Woke up.  Turned on the phone.  Nothing.  Frozen.  Onto the internet.  Tried several fixes. Nothing.  Over to Verizon. No joy there either.  I’d had my HTC Thunderbolt for four years, so I opted to get a new phone, an HTC DNA.  Another Android phone, in the same lineage as the Thunderbolt so I already understood its basic use.  Not cheap, not outrageously expensive.  Did add one feature to the plan, text messaging.  Yes, after four years of owning a smartphone I’m catching up with today’s elementary school kids.

Later on Kate and I went into the McPhail Center, a place for music learning and performance, now located very near the new Guthrie and the Mill City Museum.  We were there for a performance by the Bakken Trio featuring the gamelan.  The gamelan is an Indonesian instrument, a percussion instrument played by several people.  It includes gongs, zithers, xylophones and upside down bronze pots that each have a tone and are struck with a mallet.

The gamelan’s music organizes around rhythm and melody, having as a particular feature density of tone achieved by the layering of one rhythm on top of another simultaneously.  There are no harmonics.

Joko, an Indonesian gamelan artist who teaches gamelan, has lived in the Twin Cities now for 18 years.  He said that a full gamelan orchestra is the largest percussive ensemble in the world.  (see image above for an Indonesian setting).  Gamelan concerts typically run 8 hours and gamelan musicians in Indonesia may play 8 hours during the day and another 8 at night.  Geez.

I wanted to see this because I’m fascinated by how other people do things.  In this case, music.

The concert itself featured quartet pieces by Ravel and Debussy, both influenced by a traveling program focused on Javanese culture, plus a work by a contemporary composer, Louis Harrison.  Impressed with the gamelan music and its difference from the Western tradition Debussy and Ravel both incorporated it.  Especially in pizzicato and in movements with narrow tonal ranges.

(Ravel)

Both Debussy and Ravel are in the romantic tradition and, for some reason I can’t explain, I don’t like romantic classical music.  I say for some reason because in painting and literature I find myself a romantic by nature and inclination.  There were some beautiful melodies, especially in the Ravel, his String Quartet in F Major.

The Harrison piece, though, Philemon and Baukis (for violin and gamelan), was wonderful.  It was airy and spacious, filled with the rapid changing of tempos typical of gamelan music. Harrison builds and plays the gamelan himself.  Philemon and Baukis, btw, is a story found in Ovid’s Metamorphoses.  It was the only piece in which the gamelan played.

Following the concert we ate at Sea Change.  We had a miserable experience there a few years back, but tonight was pleasant.  Then back home to the burbs.

Over the meal Kate and I discussed a possible (probable) move into the city at some point before infirmity strikes us so we can enjoy the city life again.  I’m hesitant about it, having spent 19 years adapting myself and my life to the exurbs, but aging has its own relentless pressures.

Moving forward by taking no action

Imbolc                                                                   Valentine Moon

This last week was a bust as far as Latin or the book.  It was spent in the emotional and rigorous task of restoration, order to books, objets d’art, the new furnace.  Hardly wasted effort, but the effect on forward progress was substantial.

You may notice that I’ve added a quote by Lao-Tze over the weather.  In it he advises the way of wu wei, of non-action, or, better of going with the flow, following the path life offers rather than overburdening it with goals, timelines, projects.  It’s not a huge difference from the Dalai Lama’s notion that the world does not need more successful people.  This week I’ve allowed the pace of the week to set my pace.  The result has been less frustration, less impatience.

When the way opens again for work with Latin and the novels, I will be ready to do that.

Though.  There is that tiny, niggling fact that I have northern European roots, not Chinese. Wu wei to my Teutonic ancestors would not have made much sense.  Set the goal, plow ahead, damn the obstacles.  Blitzkrieg.  Dynamite. (Nobel) The onward rush of history, it’s progress through material reality.  These are not the thoughts or inventions of people who follow the Watercourse Way.

Nor, for that matter, is the other ethnic blood in my veins, Celtic.  Hot-blooded, quick to laugh, quick to anger.  Impatient with oppression.  Creative and dreamy.  Living in this world and the other world.  In one case the rational tank rolls over barriers; in the other the emotional maelstrom cooks up revolution and poetry and love.

Wu wei is a corrective, another way of being in the world.  And we need it.  It leavens our energetic attempts to mold the world with a willingness to listen to how the world might mold us.

It’s for another time, but the long run application of Taoist and even Confucian principles have produced a moral and ethical sink in contemporary China.  They are not the whole way.  We need each other.

 

Politics

Imbolc                                                                 Valentine Moon

Kate and I continue to watch House of Cards on Netflix.  We’re on episode 11 of 13.  I’ve enjoyed it though the cringe factor of reducing opponents to relapse and the casual, I use you-you use me attitudes speak of a world in which humans have only instrumental value, rather than intrinsic.

Still, when the stakes are high, the tactics get messy; I have no doubt of that; but, the world of political intrigue that resorts to the more extreme tactics represented in  House of Cards has not been part of my political experience.  Of course, I’ve never really left state level politics, so my range is narrow.

Civil Servant’s Notebook, the novel I mentioned a couple of posts ago, has very similar content, though in a Chinese metropolitan context.  I promised when I mentioned it excerpts, but they’ll have to wait.

The world view presented in many of the characters is bleak, a sort of aimless grasping propelling many of these bright, capable people.  There is also a strange dance between the hardest of hard core realism, e.g. life is absurd and a keen yearning for the pure political actor, impossible to corrupt and acting with the best interests of the people always in mind.  At various points the characters come off as actors in a dark political thriller, only later seeking love and friendship, even spiritual salvation.  It is, I believe, an important book.

Just Stuff

Imbolc                                                                                 New (Valentine) Moon

The images, each moved from their numbered folders into new folders named for the organizational scheme that moved me at the moment, have a new home.  I’ve checked the prior machine for missing images, found a few and they’ll get added in tomorrow, but in essence the big image reorganization, self-inflicted, is over.

(Valkyrie (1908) by Stephan Sinding located in Churchill Park, Copenhagen, Denmark)

On March 1st I’m going to hit Missing with my third revision.  I’m hoping this one puts me close to finished that I can begin shopping it to agents.  I think it will, but until it’s done, I won’t know.  Research for Loki’s Children goes well, too. I’m almost done with all the Eddas, then I’ll go back over them again, looking at my notes and underlining, taking pieces here and there that I’ll use.

With the image reorganization I’ve felt a bit off my game this last week, but I’m back now.  Time to step up again.

Each day, though, I have (for the most part) finished a sentence of Jason and Medea.  That doesn’t sound like a very ambitious rate, but by the time a sentence is done, which can be between 2 and 14 lines long, I’m ready to put away the Lewis and Short, the Wheeler and the Anderson, close Perseus and go upstairs.  It’s a pace that, for now, allows me to work at an intense level, get work done steadily and yet allows enough time to do a quality job.

Been reading Civil Servant’s Notebook by Wang Xiaofang.  Author of 13 novels, all about Chinese bureaucracy, this is his first translated into English.  Published by Penguin.  Of all the material I’ve read on China of late this one seems to have the most insight into contemporary China.  Wang gives a satirical perspective on life inside municipal government, but he also strips the veins of a culture deep with history and short on ethical guidance.  I’ve read elsewhere of a moral aimlessness that inflicts contemporary China, but I was never able to put my finger on it until reading Civil Servant’s Notebook.  I don’t have it down here with me now, but tomorrow I’ll quote a few lines from it to show you what I mean.

Good Morning. Good Afternoon. Good Night.

Winter                                                                 New (Cold) Moon

When Mark and Mary and I spoke today, it went like this:  “Good morning, Charlie.”

“Good afternoon, Mark.”   “Good night, Mary.”  8 am here.  5 pm Riyadh.  10 pm Singapore.

Another interesting aspect here.  Solar weather can upset internet connections over global spans.  Felt like we may have had some today.  Mark’s connection seems to be the weakest of the three.  Whether that’s Saudi tech or Mark tech or, in this case, the sun itself, hard to say.

Woolly brother Bill Schmidt down with a bad cold as the 2013 flu season begins to reach saturations last seen during the pandemic.  The older we get and the frailer we get, the more problematic the flu can become, a fact strongly underlined by the death of two healthy teenagers in Minnesota this season.

The flu shot, they say, is 60% effective.  Good, but far from perfect.  That leaves 40 out of a 100 still exposed.  A large number.  But, better than 100%.

4 more tours with Qin Shi Huang Di, then blank mornings on the calendar.

 

After the Museum Closes

Winter                                                  Moon of the Winter Solstice

Holiday outing with Anne, Kate’s sister.  We went to the MIA, tickets for the 4:00 pm terra cotta warriors.  This is the last hour of the day, the museum closing at 5:00 pm.  There were crowds downstairs in the lobby, crowds on the 2nd floor wandering through the China and Africa galleries and crowds, many people, in the exhibit itself.

(who do you suppose the gladiator finds to fight?  One of the officers in Germanicus?)

This has been a big one, passing Rembrandt apparently already, though that’s hard for me to believe.  We meandered through, looked at the wonderful gold hilted dagger and the Bo bell, the beginnings of the Qin state back in that faraway time.  Homer’s time.  A time of marauding nomads in China.  770 B.C.

As we finished the announcement came that the museum closes in 5 minutes.  Doors were shut denying access to certain galleries.  All of us herded down the main corridor, the one with Doryphoros and out, the corridors becoming empty, going into the magical space that art takes on when the viewers leave.  What is art when no sees it?  Do the terra cotta warriors fan, sit on the benches before another tiring day of educating the masses?  Does Frank blink his eyes, no doubt dry from a day holding them open.  Perhaps Picasso’s baboon takes over the place, swinging from the Calder and the Chihully and maybe opening the door of the Tatris.

We’ll never know because all the art finds its way back to its stations before the next human returns.  I could sense them getting ready, perhaps willing us all out so they could get on with their night.  The Buddha wandering over to discuss divinity with Vishnu and Shiva and Parvati.  The old sages getting up from their poses beside waterfalls and on the balconies of secluded houses, perhaps dropping into the scholar’s room for a chat, some tea.

But then again, maybe everything stays the same, static and waiting.  Would be a shame if it did.

8 more Terra Cotta Tours to go

Winter                                                                    Moon of the Winter Solstice

Two terra cotta tours today.  Went well.  60 people on the public tour.  Quite an event moving everyone around in an already crowded exhibition.  Fun anyhow.

All my beta reader mss. are ready for distribution.  Tomorrow and Saturday I’ll mail and deliver them.  I’m asking for them back by January 31st.  A little nervous because I want honest feedback and writing is tender, at least for me.  No thick skin here.

No other way to grow, move on as a writer.  On the other side of the critique is better work and that’s where I’m headed.

From the Spring and Autumn Period Until Now

Samhain                                                                 Moon of the Winter Solstice

Kids from Mankato today.  They have studied China and the first emperor.  We connected though I wouldn’t put these in my top two favorite tours of the year.    On me and them.  When the students come from further away, they have to get up early to get to school, get on the bus, then make the drive.  They seem tired.

Docent friend has decided to hang up his lanyard after 18 years.  I’ll be sorry to see him go. Tom’s got a quick wit.  As he said, “I may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I’m in the drawer.”  Quite a bit more than that.  I hope we see him around at some points anyhow.

I have this feeling like it’s time for the semester to be over.  There are 16 more Terra Cotta Warrior tours on my calendar between now and January 11th.  That lengthy time off will feel good.

 

 

 

Better

Samhain                                                             New (Winter Solstice) Moon

Well into my stride now with the Terra Cotta Warriors tours.  Very satisfying.  Great questions, interested and attentive participants.  Doesn’t get much better.  I’ve stuck with telling the story of the Qin state and the arc of violence from the Spring and Autumn Period to the time of Qin Shi Huang Di.