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for King Wen, circa 1151-1143 B.C.E. – with seven mind-bending kowtows There where you had no occasion for play There in your confined Ming I space Where change wrought no change In your fate But for those plagued by your linear grouping games Where before the fall from your embroidered gardens The lavender embossed bowl to dip your fingers in The enamelled daïs that spurned the kowtows the cloistered summer watering palace the decorative duck pond the turtle and dove court where dainty demure mincing concubines under dispassionate eunuch eyes stroked and tickled the mandolin strings of their Lord’s heart Where time sailed through Flying Dutchman seas At the serene centre of Qian’s mundane realm Even what drops from the sky may hit the ocean bed And so stamped under in your tyrant’s dungeons With your retinue and court Where each faked their fate in psychotic delusions Simulating as it were The neurotico-schizophrenic passage in another dimension There where you bought a little time Time enough to fashion a play A game of change A game that never really changes Even if your son the Duke of Chou And the Master expositor Kung Paved your broken and unbroken lines in words from which no man may return unchanged Where the longest dialogue you began Becomes seems a polyalogue among some or all Who have gone beyond the hexagram wall And those who await the inexorable call Where speech is ambiguous To say the least In eight by eight cyclic situations Though someone YOU maybe ME seems to be saying Take heed ! all this’s a mess The Truth Might not it be hidden in the lines and in the lines alone and not in the words Take them down one by one And build them up again Note the beginning and the end And the correspondances of change Put the judgments of my son And the wordy attributions to Kung Especially those from the young Wang Bi On either side of the hexagram What is claimed for the Superior Man Is within the reach of every clan Measure the lines in or out of tune The trigrams from whence The inner ones note hence Think on them but once Or only now and then for the nonce This’s all I have to say Though others may make much of the Way Think not on what I have said More than it takes to put paid O ! Great Royal Sage ! Are there not behind these lines Three or four bearded lords, nay sages Who drive terror into those who gaze Day and night into their wizened faces ! © T. Wignesan, May 20, 1987 (rev. 2011, from the collection: Lessons of Change, 1987)

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Prologue To Lessons of Change

for King Wen, circa 1151-1143 B.C.E. – with seven mind-bending kowtows There where you had no occasion for play There in your confined Ming I space Where change wrought no change In your fate But for those plagued by your linear grouping games Where before the fall from your embroidered gardens The lavender embossed bowl to dip your fingers in The enamelled daïs that spurned the kowtows the cloistered summer watering palace the decorative duck pond the turtle and dove court where dainty demure mincing concubines under dispassionate eunuch eyes stroked and tickled the mandolin strings of their Lord’s heart Where time sailed through Flying Dutchman seas At the serene centre of Qian’s mundane realm Even what drops from the sky may hit the ocean bed And so stamped under in your tyrant’s dungeons With your retinue and court Where each faked their fate in psychotic delusions Simulating as it were The neurotico-schizophrenic passage in another dimension There where you bought a little time Time enough to fashion a play A game of change A game that never really changes Even if your son the Duke of Chou And the Master expositor Kung Paved your broken and unbroken lines in words from which no man may return unchanged Where the longest dialogue you began Becomes seems a polyalogue among some or all Who have gone beyond the hexagram wall And those who await the inexorable call Where speech is ambiguous To say the least In eight by eight cyclic situations Though someone YOU maybe ME seems to be saying Take heed ! all this’s a mess The Truth Might not it be hidden in the lines and in the lines alone and not in the words Take them down one by one And build them up again Note the beginning and the end And the correspondances of change Put the judgments of my son And the wordy attributions to Kung Especially those from the young Wang Bi On either side of the hexagram What is claimed for the Superior Man Is within the reach of every clan Measure the lines in or out of tune The trigrams from whence The inner ones note hence Think on them but once Or only now and then for the nonce This’s all I have to say Though others may make much of the Way Think not on what I have said More than it takes to put paid O ! Great Royal Sage ! Are there not behind these lines Three or four bearded lords, nay sages Who drive terror into those who gaze Day and night into their wizened faces ! © T. Wignesan, May 20, 1987 (rev. 2011, from the collection: Lessons of Change, 1987)