Click here for the introduction (first post) to the Round and Square series "Longevity Mountain."
Click here for the table of contents (second post) to the Round and Square series "Longevity Mountain."
Longevity Mountain 1 Longevity Mountain 2 Longevity Mountain 3 Longevity Mountain 4
Longevity Mountain 5 Longevity Mountain 6 Longevity Mountain 7 Longevity Mountain 8
Longevity Mountain 9 Longevity Mountain 10 Longevity Mountain 11 Longevity Mountain 12
Click here for the table of contents (second post) to the Round and Square series "Longevity Mountain."
Longevity Mountain 1 Longevity Mountain 2 Longevity Mountain 3 Longevity Mountain 4
Longevity Mountain 5 Longevity Mountain 6 Longevity Mountain 7 Longevity Mountain 8
Longevity Mountain 9 Longevity Mountain 10 Longevity Mountain 11 Longevity Mountain 12
[a] High and far RL |
One volume is planned for each mountain, beginning with the southern peak, Mt. Heng, in Hunan province. The reasoning behind this choice of a starting place took me months to develop, but suffice it to say that these books will take the reader up and down each of the five sacred (sometimes called "Daoist") mountains and around the lunar calendar in an exploration of Chinese life and culture. As an introduction to the series, I have included an introduction that is based on a recent book proposal and a full "sample" table of contents. These are followed by nine "scenes" from Longevity Mountain that are meant to give readers a sense of the project as a whole. Photographs used in this series were taken during my travels, unless otherwise indicated. My photos are marked "RL."
Scene Seven
Regaining the Ancient Path
[b] Backtrack RL |
Waiting for a bus and two motorcycles, I watch as heads turn to stay focused on the foreigner; I imagine the question shared by most, “Is he hiking alone?” The steps begin their horizontal and vertical path, and I am back in the forest. As I climb through pines and cedars, I pass by stone altars dotting the entire pilgrim path. Standing a little over a meter high on stone cut by a router into a vase pattern, they are topped with a flat slab of stone that forms a convenient place to open and sort through a backpack. I have seen the altar tops used for card games, map reading, a kind of cosmic air hockey with sticks and stones, and…amorous activities beneath the rustling breezes.
[c] Useful RL |
As I continue up the path, I sense colors that do not occur in forested settings—bright red, light blue, and orange of a shade used to dye tangerines. It reminds me of one more use of the stone altars, and it is by far the most common. Underneath the umbrellas and serving as a solid countertop for orange drink, bottled green tea, water, dried fish snacks, spicy bean curd squares, and boiled eggs, these stone altars alter the landscape for profit—and pilgrim relief. Several locations have cold drink carts that are padlocked at night but open for commerce all day long. I order two hardboiled eggs and a bean curd square on a stick.
—Do you want spicy pepper sauce?
—The hotter the better.
[d] Hiking RL |
Wiping my chin, I slowly begin to peel my eggs and look more carefully at the unlikely combination of merchandise. In addition to the drinks, packaged foods, and rice cookers filled with eggs and beancurd, the scene is framed by hanging scrolls, beads, and bracelets. The attendant is a woman in her thirties. I ask her about her stand, and she is happy to talk.
—I get up at dawn and put things together. I open the stand at 7:00 and close down at about 5:00 in the afternoon.
—Do you have help carrying things up, or do you come up alone?
—I live on a little farm over the ridge, and my brother and cousins sometimes help me with things. I lock up the cold drink cart every night, and have a metal bin here that can be chained to the tree. The only things I have to carry every day are the scrolls. I wrap them carefully at night and keep them at home.
The scrolls hang on a long cord positioned between two trees. I ask her what sells the best.
—Water, orange juice, bean curd, and eggs.
—What about the scrolls?
[e] Commerce RL |
—Do you ever get lonely up here? People always ask me if I am hiking alone, and don’t seem to understand.
—I don’t really understand that, either. Hiking alone is lonely. Working alone is just a little boring, but I have gotten used to it. I don’t go up to the temple very often—it’s just not something I think of, having grown up here—but I would always want to go with someone. When something is beautiful or interesting, I want to be able to talk about it. Why do you hike alone, anyway?
I tell her that I am doing research on the mountains, and that it would be difficult to have hiking companions, since I need to pay attention to details. She seems more or less satisfied with that answer, and the ambiguity has probably helped my cause. I need not necessarily be a history professor seeking to understand the culture of the mountain. I could be a botanist who can’t be bothered with small talk as I inspect variations of magnolia bark and growing patterns for ferns. I finish my second egg, clean up the shells, wipe my hands, bid goodbye, and continue up the steps.
I will follow the path until it forms a "T" with the most gnarled path of all, soaking in mountain moisture and carved poetic texts as I go. I continue up the stone steps, and the first rock carving I reach— amidst exposed roots, moss-covered boulders, and clay—is a small marker surrounded by stones. It takes me away from poetry about immortals and calls to mind the forest as barracks. It is an unlikely reminder that this mountain was a hideout during the war with Japan, and a figure who would go on to become an enemy of the People's Republic of China is celebrated here for resisting the Japanese onslaught.
Erected in the Republic of China
Twenty-ninth Year, Spring
Twenty-ninth Year, Spring
The pines are thick, if not dense, and it occurs to me that Daoists seeking to wander off the path—seeking obscurity, as it were—and harried troops holding off an enemy army share at least some needs, both of which are offered by the forest canopy.
The combination of immortality seeking and military defense is too intriguing for me not to test it, at least a bit. I wander off the path and begin cutting through forest. It is not difficult to do at first, because the pine trees create the even spacing needed to make my way farther and farther from the stone path. Before long, I am in the woods, and able to consider a time before stone paths when such a location could provide respite from the pressures of the Confucian world—or Axis bombings. I think again about the question—Why pursue the beaten path? Why not? Why do Westerners seem to value the obscurity?
It is not a simple equation. Obscurity has its uses, and the Daoist tradition is filled with examples—some of them occurring right here, near Incense Burner Peak. Obscurity is also useful in wartime, and Nationalist forces made good use of it during the late 1930s and 1940s, right here on these mountain ridges. It is, indeed, somewhat ironic that two of the five cosmological mountains—places of pilgrimage, traveling, and gathering—would serve as military outposts during the war with Japan. Mt. Hua in the west is celebrated as a protector of Communist forces; Mt. Heng shielded the Nationalists. The marchmounts became places for a very different kind of sacrifice, and that just complicates their thirty-century (written) history all the more.
[g] Path RL |
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Stone Cold Poetic
Back down the ridge I go before I start back up a miniature path—wedging myself between tight rocks to find fifty hidden poetic gems in the Forest of Poetry.
How is the beancurd different from tofu 豆腐?
ReplyDeleteP.S. I know it's partly for research but it's cool how you talk to people.