He is indeed a savage tiger
Whose gurgling waters sing like a guitar
But I cannot reveal the formula
Do not allow the Thought-horse to run wild
All around the mountain
And all over the world.
Concentrate on survival
You will waste your time and achieve nothing
If you find your house too small,
If your mind is full of malice towards others,
Lose them and win the game.
Why do you need others to tell you?
Smash them first with a punch.
No water runs in the gullies.
If the ditches are blocked, I'll make them run.
And it doesn't stop till you're dead
It can be any length I wish
A hidden treasure is a true wonder
Or a fiery pit rising up to Heaven
I plant crops that come up well
The summer heat
Is the smoke breathed from the mouths of magic soldiers
Who came to save your life.
One day, when my life came to an end,
Note: These poems are rearrangements, or 'cut-ups',
of single lines of verse from the Chinese epic
'Journey To The West' by Wu Cheng'En.