The Spotted Unicorn

‘Chi Wen Tzu always thought three times before taking action. Twice would have been quite enough.’

Having been an admirer of the great Chinese philosopher Confucius for many years, I was reading through Book 5 of the Analects (the choicest pearls of his wisdom) when I was suddenly struck by the above. Who was this Chi Wen Tzu? And what manner of man always reflected thrice before acting? My research led me to the discovery of a number of diaries written by an indecisive and yet inventive and brilliant poet, whose journal will shed surprising new light on a little-known period of ancient history.

8 October 480 B.C.

Tonight, young wife lying naked

on panda-skin rug. Full moon

hanging in sky like Chinese lampshade

(one of those round white ones).

At sight of fragrant body

its hills and valleys

bathed in silver light

am overcome with desire.

Wonder what course of action to take?

Make love, then and there?

Make tea, then make love?

Open bottle of rice-wine,

write up day’s events in diary,

relax in warm bath,

then make love?

9 October

Wife gone home to mother for fortnight.

Not like being woken up at 4 a.m.

by drunken diarist.

Tonight, house cold and empty

as purse of K’ung Fu Tzu.

Have not eaten all day

so think about what to do for supper:

Send out for take-away?

Drop in at Hard Wok Café?

Crack open third bottle of rice-wine and see how feel later?

[Editor’s Note: No diary entries for several weeks.]

10 November

K’ung Fu Tzu (or Confucius

as now call himself) pop in

on way to Aphorism Conference.

Over dish of lapsang souchong

he relate long boring parable

about indecision and procrastination.

Fifteen minutes later

he repeat same parable.

Fifteen minutes later

heart sink as illustrious duffer

embark once more on inane ramble.

Consider three courses of action:

Feign bout of sleeping sickness?

Allow to finish. He is, after all, old man; then laugh softly

like moth alighting on moonlit breast of young wife?

Interrupt?

Interrupting, I say:

‘Twice would have been quite enough.’

Innocent remark have strange effect

on esteemed Master

who jot it down on back of hand, rise up and go.

25 December

Nothing doing at home

so journey to mountains

to find cave in which to meditate.

All caves full.

China big country

and although many wise men

only so many caves.

Decide on course of action:

Transcend to higher astral plane?

Descend to hire private plane?

Give idea elbow and give young wife

nice surprise on panda skin?

31 December

Returning home along river-bank

pause to make water

against trunk of weeping willow.

Suddenly, on rickety bridge

see young wife in arms of Lin Fang!

Heart stop, turning off water.

End of rainbow spatter over feet

disturbing nesting ducks, who take flight.

Consider carefully what to do:

Kill wife?

Kill Lin Fang?

Design dinner service?

1 January 479 B.C.

Confucius call at humble home

on way to bamboo shoot.

Very apologetic about misbehaviour

of Lin Fang, favoured disciple.

Young wife enter, looking sheepish

(on all fours, going ‘Baa, baa’).

Everybody laugh, and Confucius

beg me forgive and forget.

Chi Wen Tzu reflect on three choices:

Forgive and forget?

Forgive now, kill later?

Have wife for supper with mint sauce?

2 February

T’ai Chi exercises interrupted

by owner of porcelain factory

who is much taken with design

for plates. Except for flying ducks.

He ask, why three different sizes?

I explain there is a daddy duck,

mummy duck and baby duck.

He nod, but go away unconvinced.

Wonder what to put in place of ducks:

Flock of budgies?

Swarm of locusts?

Pair of bluebirds?

22 February

Waking with sublime images in mind

arise and sit beneath mulberry tree

to compose poem for young wife.

It is entitled ‘Poem for Ning’.

‘Your eyelashes are like the finest willow-twigs

Your cheeks are whiter than the lily

Your teeth brighter than the scales

of the Sacred Dragon

Your brow smoother than polished jade

Your body welcoming and transparent

as a mountain stream.’

Deservedly pleased with poem, wonder whether to:

Show to young wife immediately?

Put away until 2nd August and save

money on birthday present?

Change title and slip to exceedingly

symmetrical daughter of factory-owner?

28 February

Young wife try to appease husband

with gift of poetry book. Title?

New Generation Chinese Poetry.

Finding poems too long and impenetrable

decide to invent short, snappy verse-form.

With aid of abacus

Chi Wen Tzu ponder on its construction.

First, how many lines

then how many syllables.

Eureka! Haiku.

[Editor’s Note: Having invented the haiku, Chi Wen Tzu wrote several thousand before going on to invent the sonnet, the villanelle, the limerick and the Malaysian pantoum. The few that have survived illustrate the wide breadth of his poetic vision, and seem almost to pre-date some of the best-loved poems in English literature.]

There is some corner

of a foreign paddy field

Forever China.

Wandering lonely

as cloud. Then heart leaps. Behold –

Golden pagodas!

On snowy evening

stopping by neighbour’s dark woods

horse leaves steaming gift.

Sing of dappled things!

Freckled legs and pickled eggs

Budgies’ wings. Nipples.

In forest of night

Panda! Panda! burning bright

Soon, bedroom carpet.

This is the night-mail

crossing the border. Oh no

Leaves on track – turn back.

If you can keep head

in time of Revolution

– you will be a man(darin).

Mongol hordes swoop down

on missionary and wife.

Noble six hundred!

Oh my luve’s like red

red rose, pink, pink carnation

green, green grass of home.

Do not go gentle

Rage Rage Rage Rage Rage Rage Rage

Against lots of things.

Far out in cold sea

And not waving but drowning

Man see funny side.

They mess you about

Most honourable parents

(But who gives a fuck?)

4 March

Young wife growing bored of late

which cause much concern

as memory of Lin Fang weigh heavily on loin.

Too much time on delicate but idle hand.

Confucius he say: ‘Woman without hobby

like monkey brains without black-bean sauce.’

So husband choose suitable pastime:

Buy her noodle-work kit?

Acupuncture-repair outfit?

Piano?

19 March

Hearing chopsticks on piano

enter music-room to find

young wife at keyboard

eating chow mein. Very angry.

Chew over possibilities:

Chastise young wife?

Part-exchange greasy piano

for new young wife?

Invent xylophone?

20 April

Form company to market

new line in tableware:

‘Blue Willow Pattern, China’.

Chi Wen Tzu soon rich man.

Already orders flooding in

from all over country (like guests).

To celebrate good fortune, throw party.

Already guests flooding in

from all over country (like orders).

Tonight will be night to remember

but am nervous, so consider three choices.

Shall I:

Assume lotus position and breathe deeply?

Have sly puff on opium pipe?

Hit plum brandy like no tomorrow?

21 April

Night to remember turn out to be

nightmare wish to forget.

Host, life and soul of party

until midnight, when am overcome

with urgent need to meditate.

Bathroom full, so stagger into garden

in search of willow-tree.

Hours later, awake in ornamental pond

to sound of birdsong and heavy breathing.

Filled with dark foreboding

creep behind pagoda, where, to horror,

discover young wife, naked with lover!

No time to consider three thoughts.

One thrust of sword through back

of Ling Fang dispatch sinful couple

to shamed ancestors.

Heavy of heart, kneel at pond

to wash blood from hands. Startled

by ghostly reflection of unicorn.

Turn suddenly. Nothing but shadows

and faint thirrup of echoing hoofs.

Pondering significance, walk back

to house to send guests home.

Imagine horror at sight of Lin Fang

crosslegged on floor

idly divining oracle bones!

Calm self to think three times:

Seek advice from Confucius?

Identify corpse?

Set fire to pagoda and head for hills?

Decide on first course of action –

But Confucius nowhere to be found.

Resort to second course of action –

Confucius in first stage of rigor mortis.

Settle on third course of action.

15 May

Hills very pleasant this time of year

Orchids in full bloom

Distant sighing of temple bell

But winter reigns in kingdom of heart.

Nightmares of unicorn

galloping across rickety bridge

young wife, naked, clinging to flowing mane.

In sky above, pair of bluebirds

in eternal embrace

skewered by single arrow.

Drops of blood

falling

into porcelain saucer

of moon.