Showing posts with label Du Mu. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Du Mu. Show all posts

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Amazon Prime and Du Mu

When I read Amazon Prime could ship any package to you door the next day.  I remembered a couplet from Du Mu:


一騎紅塵妃子笑


A horserider and red dust, the consort laughs


無人知是荔枝來


No one knows the lychee are coming.


Legend has it that consort to the Tang emperor Yang Guifei loved to eat lychee, but Chang 'an (modern day Xi'an) was too far north from where lychees, so Xuanzong sets up a modern day pony express system to relay lychees quickly to the consort.


Other texts of the period also record crops and farmers being trampled on, just so the consort can eat tropical fruit.  If she were alive today, she could book any fruit on first class and have it on her doorstep within 24 hours. In fact millions of us can order something from across the world at speeds Tang royalty can only dream of.

I'm reading the book "All Natural" by Nathanael Johnson.   In his chapter on sugar, he talks about how the word "sweet" is synonymous to momentary pleasure, not contentment.  In chemistry terms, it's the difference between feeling endorphines (content) and dopamine (pleasure).  Because consumers can't tell the difference, we equate one with the other.

Du Mu warns us of the impact of one individual's overzealous passion for pleasure.  Call me old fashioned, but being able to move items within a day of our desire for pleasure makes be cautious of greed with technology.  Not just with solid packages, but the attention we place on material pleasure.

I am reminded of another quote from Du Fu, (don't get this confused with Du Mu):

朱門酒肉臭

At the red gates, the odor of wine and meat


路有凍死骨


On the road frozen dead bones


When we attend to our pleasure, what do we neglect?

Comments?  Thoughts?

Monday, January 28, 2013

Mountain Path

山行


Mountain Path


杜牧


By, Du Mu


Translated by Yoyo


遠上寒山石徑斜


Far up the winter mountain the rocky road slopes


白雲深處有人家


Deep within the white clothes are families


停車坐愛楓林晚


I stop my carriage and sit loving the maple night


霜葉紅於二月花


The dew leaves are more red than second month flowers


maple

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***This is one of the first poems I learned in Chinese school that wasn't pandering to children.  The image of the tiny house in a mountain of maple still has a strong impression on me.