#85: The Eight Year Old Son of the American English Teacher Illustrates the Chinese Poets

It’s a teacher work-day and Mom is getting an MRI, so the boy comes with Dad to school, takes copious notes during the staff meeting and afterwards creates a mural in the classroom. He begins with the tree. When you come back from Spring Break, he says, you can do a lesson about trees. ConsiderContinue reading “#85: The Eight Year Old Son of the American English Teacher Illustrates the Chinese Poets”

#11: The American English Teacher Reads the Ancient Chinese Masters

The American English Teacher Reads the Ancient Chinese Masters I want those mountains, that river, my head in those clouds–that kind of wandering, self-ablaze, alive with possibility, drunk with wine, as silent as nature, missing now– found again only through right diligence, an effort conspired against by almost every natural fact of modern living. IContinue reading “#11: The American English Teacher Reads the Ancient Chinese Masters”

#4: The American Teenager Reads the Ancient Chinese Masters

The American Teenager Reads the Ancient Chinese Masters Untitled (Wang Wei, translated by David Hinton) You just came from my old village so you know all about village affairs. When you left, outside my window, was it in bloom—that winter plum? What the hell? What village affairs? Who left? Why did he leave? Where’d heContinue reading “#4: The American Teenager Reads the Ancient Chinese Masters”